<?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-21969283</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:57:53.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our happy home</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lb1m.lilypie.com/2pqQm5.png" width="200" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie First Birthday tickers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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But at that time i think i was just newly pregnant with jordyn so obviously that was a no go. I also had NO bike and NO access to a pool other than the community pool that's only open in the summer. So that wasnt going to work for training purposes either. Then some other friends and family decided to do a sprint triathlon in florida...i really wish i could've done that with everyone but of course on top of the other problems stated above, then i'd have to travel and with the kids and Will had to work and yada yada yada. So THEN angelle (my sis in law) said she was thinking of doing the ramblin rose in charlotte....hmm..that was doable travel wise and i had enough time to get my bike or another bike and the pool would be open for the summer..,hmmm...(mind you there are a few ramblin rose tri's...one of them being about 15 min. from my house...) but to do it with a friend/family would be more special and rewarding. So it was done/decided on.  We were going to do it.  I looked on craigslist for  a LONG time contemplating whether i was going to buy a used road bike...it was decided on that i'd see how i liked this first and then invest...i called my dad and talked to him about getting MY, college, heavy as hell, knobby tire, monster....but it was free and rideable. I had to get a helmet. And HAD to, i mean wanted to get some other essentials..i ended up getting elastic laces for my shoes, tri shorts/shirt, and a race belt the week before. So I was set.   oh did i forget to mention i also cancelled my gym membership and joined another gym that had a pool and SAFER childcare room...yeah..it was only 25 more bucks a month...but i NEEDED the pool right??? =) ( i did feel much better leaving Jordyn in the kids stay n play at the new gym though...) in the meantime a friend of mine from work asked me if i wanted to do a sprint tri with her in aug...that never ended up happening for scheduling reasons but i started training early b/c i thought i was going to be doing it) i picked a training schedule and stuck to it hard core for 6 weeks..then i got bored..imagine that...i started P90x to mix it up a bit...5 weeks later i started training again...i was set...set to finish and not die.....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. sept. 25th. we , the family, drive to charlotte and go to packet pick up. I get my stuff, get marked w/ my name/age/number, get some fuel goo and my free pink shirt..yay. i was getting so excited.  We go to the hotel to check in ...I've decided NOT to stay at the hotel that night (mainly b/c i figured i wouldnt get sleep b/c of the kids) i stay with Angelle and her friend Dawn at Dawn's house. (she's also doing the race)..(for those of you reading that didnt know...MOST of you do...angelle and my bro have since moved to florida so she had to fly back in for the race and drive yonder to get another friends bike to drive back up...but she did it and i was happy she came back up for it) So long story short for that night..we made it to dawn's did a quick look through our bags for transition stuff, i clipped some neck skin in my helmet, we laughed and we went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun. sept. 26th. wake up at 6:05 ....NOT a morning person over here...who'd a thought w/ 2 kids who love to get up with the rooster..but no i hate the morning..hence i work nights..&lt;br /&gt;we eat a light snack..i had nibbles of bagel and peanutbutter and a banana and were were off to the site to park. First we go to transition site and start unloading..i took the scenic route to find my bike rack but i made it. Then we get our ankle chips. The plan was to get in the pool for a warm up..time just flew by and didnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;7:45 time to get ready inside. We all go inside and take over the girls AND boys bathrooms to pee and then we wait.  i was getting anxious and excited at this point b/c the first swimmers were getting ready.  We watched them start...i walked with angelle inside for her to get ready..then i walked over to my side of the pool. i was ODD number she was even. i got in line behind 525. Almost time to get in the pool...eeeeek..soooooo excited!!!!!! i was in the pool and then it was my turn and i was off.  I started and didnt stop..i passed a few people and then i was done...hmm..that was not bad i thought in my head (only for a split second) i climbed the ladder and sprinted to my transition area...i was feeling good. i dried off a bit slid my shoes on, got my helmet on and i was off for the bike. Its here that i see my kids...i was so happy and Landon was clapping for me....Here's where the emotions kick in. WOW is all i can say. So the bike wasnt horrible. there were some hills and i was being passed by people on much nicer lighter bikes..but that's okay..i finished in less time then i'd thought. While on this ride i had many moments of bliss. Just b/c i was so happy. I was doing something for ME. its been so long since i've felt that way. It def. kept me going when my legs were burning and i thought they'd fall off. ( i know i know..it was only 8 miles...hush up all you) the last hill was the worst but once again i saw my kids and it made me smile...so now was time to run..whew....can you say jelly legs???&lt;br /&gt;i put my bike up, helmet off, viser (spelling?) on and i was off?..um yeah i was off..lol...my legs were a wobblin...but slowly they felt better. It was a 2 mile run and through the run (and the bike actually) i would try to encourage everyone around me...it felt good to do that. There were young (like 11 and 12 and 13--(the 13 yr old got 1st by the way) and then Old women and then women of all ethnicities and body types doing this...how wonderful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...so i 'm on my 2nd lap and i know its almost over...here it is the finish line...ooooh here comes the emotions again....hold it in , hold it in...........and i'm done, ----such relief, such an AMAZING feeling!!!!! then i saw angelle and we hugged and cried and it was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never thought of doing something like this for yourself...do it....its so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say..this will NOT be my last...i cant wait til i get to feel that way again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Angelle for doing this with me. Even now i'm a bit tearful b/c i've just relived the moments...&lt;br /&gt;(now this book is over...thanks for reading..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here were my times: swim 5:25(205th) bike 34:15(680th) run 21:18(524th) (540th out of 961)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how i did in my age group..i didnt stay for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-6711884524235627493?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6711884524235627493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6711884524235627493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6711884524235627493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6711884524235627493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/09/swim-bike-runcry.html' title='swim, bike, run....cry?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TKHx3133_4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/nC8JiQeRBEE/s72-c/triathlon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-9176868702798158342</id><published>2010-07-29T16:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:17:57.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can i just say i have 'bout had it with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-9176868702798158342?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/9176868702798158342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=9176868702798158342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/9176868702798158342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/9176868702798158342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-i-just-say-i-have-bout-had-it-with.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8715093938195939407</id><published>2010-07-27T18:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:59:16.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my healthy eater?</title><content type='html'>(in response to a friend Nikki's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my healthy eater...lots of edemame....(and a massive a pile of noodles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9jM77dqOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IwhXEut4sQI/s1600/IMG_5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9jM77dqOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IwhXEut4sQI/s200/IMG_5824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498722743939344610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9kHHuCJeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z_tvaVa_210/s1600/IMG_5828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9kHHuCJeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z_tvaVa_210/s200/IMG_5828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498723743536653794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9jzaKOAII/AAAAAAAAAQA/IrFjAtjxURM/s1600/IMG_5836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9jzaKOAII/AAAAAAAAAQA/IrFjAtjxURM/s200/IMG_5836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498723404889325698" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9khg388gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TSUaDLbdOS8/s1600/IMG_5833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9khg388gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TSUaDLbdOS8/s200/IMG_5833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498724196965741058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make note...this is not the correct way to eat a carrot. =)&lt;br /&gt;my silly man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8715093938195939407?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8715093938195939407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8715093938195939407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8715093938195939407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8715093938195939407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-healthy-eater.html' title='my healthy eater?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE9jM77dqOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IwhXEut4sQI/s72-c/IMG_5824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-6681506449824600078</id><published>2010-07-27T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:39:07.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE80yH9jjcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/balbVVIMrJU/s1600/IMG_5723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE80yH9jjcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/balbVVIMrJU/s200/IMG_5723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498671705777999298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this face&lt;br /&gt;(her 2nd tooth sprouted through today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-6681506449824600078?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6681506449824600078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6681506449824600078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6681506449824600078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6681506449824600078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE80yH9jjcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/balbVVIMrJU/s72-c/IMG_5723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3191118443739602001</id><published>2010-07-27T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:58:26.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously???</title><content type='html'>okay..so me and jorydn were at bed bath and beyond yesterday just picking up some house stuff...i was wearing her in the baby bjorn and this lady with gray whiskers comes up to us and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aw, how cute...thats a girl right?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "yes"&lt;br /&gt;"aw, she's so cute....what's her name?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "jordyn"&lt;br /&gt;whisker lady.. *with a sneer " i thought you said that was a girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, SERIOUSLY lady....&lt;br /&gt;and you're over here majorly overweight with gray whisker coming out of your face and neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people have some nerve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3191118443739602001?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3191118443739602001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3191118443739602001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3191118443739602001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3191118443739602001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/07/seriously.html' title='seriously???'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-9007143384669112709</id><published>2010-07-04T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:48:32.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TDErG2A7-oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1NcsecM4kvA/s1600/IMG_5672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TDErG2A7-oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1NcsecM4kvA/s200/IMG_5672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490216817320000130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-9007143384669112709?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/9007143384669112709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=9007143384669112709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/9007143384669112709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/9007143384669112709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TDErG2A7-oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1NcsecM4kvA/s72-c/IMG_5672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8009198366506590897</id><published>2010-04-26T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:15:00.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>snippity snip</title><content type='html'>okay so we had been letting landon grow his hair out for a while. He had it buzzed for a long time so i wanted to see what happend when it was long.  It got long and we had it cut at a kids salon and it was cute and all but landon's hair EVERY morning is crazy. its sticking up in every direction and i seriously have to use hair product in it to keep it tame. So yesterday i called it quits and Will buzzed it again and i think he's so cute w/ a buzz cut. His hair is just thick and either has to be REALLY long or buzzed...maybe when he's older he'll gro&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XW9X7G80I/AAAAAAAAAOw/soIEvIs9_M4/s1600/IMG_5468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XW9X7G80I/AAAAAAAAAOw/soIEvIs9_M4/s200/IMG_5468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464510072766264130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w it out...we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XXV9mQYGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jbJoQ1skjbU/s1600/IMG_5469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XXV9mQYGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jbJoQ1skjbU/s200/IMG_5469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464510495196209250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....apparently there is not an after..haha...i'll have to get one today after he gets home from school....oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8009198366506590897?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8009198366506590897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8009198366506590897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8009198366506590897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8009198366506590897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/04/snippity-snip.html' title='snippity snip'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XW9X7G80I/AAAAAAAAAOw/soIEvIs9_M4/s72-c/IMG_5468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1936279339243687614</id><published>2010-04-26T13:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:05:02.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my big kids..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XTQB27-UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B2_QgKzV41s/s1600/IMG_5337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XTQB27-UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B2_QgKzV41s/s200/IMG_5337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464505995214190914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XT01Zd0mI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zZ5l-_VrtWc/s1600/IMG_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XT01Zd0mI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zZ5l-_VrtWc/s200/IMG_5463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464506627524514402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XUU9eF8EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CNAbMpcQyrM/s1600/IMG_5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XUU9eF8EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CNAbMpcQyrM/s200/IMG_5457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464507179447218242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend my baby boy turned 4, and my baby girl turned 6 months...crazy...All the family was here on sat and that was so much fun. both sets of grandparents and both sets of cousins. I'm very thankful the families have the ability to get together like that. We had landon's party at little gym and that went well. i think the kids had lots of fun. Afterwards we went across the street to a BBQ place. Good thing they had outside seating b/c man it was a zoo with our big party and all the kids. The kids did surprisingly well though for playing all day nonstop. I wasnt too found of the food but that's okay, i'll just never go there again. =). Jordyn has been doing really good too. She's been doing so much better w/ her naps and she seems to be happy the majority of the time. She laughs and smiles so much. She makes me smile ....She loves to eat her foods and loves more to smack the spoon out of your hand. She has her 6 month appt the day landon has his 4 yr check up so i'll have stats on both kids after may 4th...or is it the 6th? i dont remember..its on the calendar. Well I uploaded lots of photos so here's a few.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XVHBlIebI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oTNZKrkcLsk/s1600/IMG_5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XVHBlIebI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oTNZKrkcLsk/s200/IMG_5366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464508039543945650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XVjd9cNZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XAkzpv9nx4M/s1600/IMG_5385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XVjd9cNZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XAkzpv9nx4M/s200/IMG_5385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464508528198432146" 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/21969283-1936279339243687614?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1936279339243687614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1936279339243687614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1936279339243687614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1936279339243687614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-big-kids.html' title='my big kids..'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S9XTQB27-UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B2_QgKzV41s/s72-c/IMG_5337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7233841323888672680</id><published>2010-03-31T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:26:16.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ribbon fanatic</title><content type='html'>So i've been trying to get into making clippies and bows and such.....i've made a couple headbands for myself and some clippies for jordyn (pinch clip and snap clips) and i've made a few that wont be used for years for her but whatever...its fun and it gives my my outlet i need. I havent been scrapbooking in a while...more like years...i dont have the space i need so its hard. So i've started this...i get to be creative and make beautiful or cute ( at least i think so...haha) things..&lt;br /&gt;here's one i made for Leah..Thus named the Leah Loopy bow for future reference...just could be made in different colors..=) Will thinks its big, i'm like its not for a toddler its for 4 yr olds  and up...do you think its big???? please i really want to know so i can revamp if needed..i already downsized it once..this is like 5 in across. i think it'd be cute w/ a ponytail or something? Or i could make two small ones for pigtails too..the options are endless..i'm obsessed..this is going to get expensive..well....more expensive than it already has. HA..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S7P_wFJCgnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rXmC5n0z070/s1600/IMG_5253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S7P_wFJCgnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rXmC5n0z070/s200/IMG_5253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454984775154696818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S7TC07wN9JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qXclGYZ4dqc/s1600/IMG_5255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S7TC07wN9JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qXclGYZ4dqc/s200/IMG_5255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455199263301432466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S7TC07wN9JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qXclGYZ4dqc/s1600/IMG_5255.JPG"&gt;Here is another one i had made a while back..i think its pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7233841323888672680?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7233841323888672680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7233841323888672680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7233841323888672680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7233841323888672680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/03/ribbon-fanatic.html' title='ribbon fanatic'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S7P_wFJCgnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rXmC5n0z070/s72-c/IMG_5253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5550655233066379986</id><published>2010-03-29T13:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:57:52.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So jordyn has an ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been reading my facebook and /or blog you should know jordyn has not been sleeping well. Maybe this is to exlain. YOU THINK????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she started acting really pathetic...just plain sad. i felt horrible that there was nothing i could do to comfort her. i held her, rocked her, tried to nurse her...anything and everything. i finally got her to sleep for 30 min. i took her to the dr. and sure enough a raging ear infection in her right ear. So i bring her home after picking up the amoxicillin and take her out of the car seat (poor thing fell asleep on the way there and the way back) and she threw up a ridiculous amount of milk.&lt;br /&gt;i gave her the medicine..which she DID NOT like by the way, and rocked her to sleep. she's now sleeping in her swing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to hoping she feels better and sleeps better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5550655233066379986?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5550655233066379986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5550655233066379986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5550655233066379986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5550655233066379986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-jordyn-has-ear-infection.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1174988808435375872</id><published>2010-03-26T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:34:43.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have to laugh not to cry</title><content type='html'>yeah...so a 30 minute nap would've been great compared to what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hr and 10 min of crying and then a 20 min nap. so i finally caved and took her in my bed and nursed her and we both slept..i dont even know for how long.. maybe an hour? not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cried, i cried......*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully next week goes better. after tonite i dont work again til next fri/sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1174988808435375872?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1174988808435375872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1174988808435375872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1174988808435375872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1174988808435375872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-to-laugh-not-to-cry.html' title='i have to laugh not to cry'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5044917992425319833</id><published>2010-03-26T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:30:55.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion</title><content type='html'>okay all you stay at home moms i praise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a "stay at home" mom and part time nurse for 1 week now and i'm exhausted. I still am working 20-24 hrs a week at night and dealing w/ a baby who doesnt nap well and has now decided to wake up every 2 hrs at night. i'm so tired. and then next week landon is going part time at school. Mon/wed/fri. that should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wake up w/ landon do breakfast for him, get him dressed, get cooper walked and fed. Jordyn wakes up, we take landon to school (this next week will only be 3 x a week) me and jordyn come home and play and then i put her down for nap. so this is usually a 30 min. nap. on tues it was a fluke and she slept 2 hrs in the morning.  Sometimes during this playtime we'll run errands, do a grocery trip, try and go to the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after nap i eat lunch if i can, and we play again maybe go for a walk...i try and put her for another nap and then we get landon...fun times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have been making the dinners and cleaning this house...i'm tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sense a theme here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on that note i'm going to try to put jordyn for a nap and cross my fingers its at least an hour..i need some sleep before work tonite.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5044917992425319833?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5044917992425319833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5044917992425319833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5044917992425319833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5044917992425319833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1015244142973980902</id><published>2010-03-19T19:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:53:31.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>comparisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QMawaZo3I/AAAAAAAAANo/oSnCqGVcnNM/s1600-h/IMG_5244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QMawaZo3I/AAAAAAAAANo/oSnCqGVcnNM/s200/IMG_5244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450495102836908914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QJ_pHcSrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/L1qJZvaTG1A/s1600-h/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QJ_pHcSrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/L1qJZvaTG1A/s200/IMG_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450492437998619314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QKN-A1m2I/AAAAAAAAANY/GKQlTwLHP54/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QKN-A1m2I/AAAAAAAAANY/GKQlTwLHP54/s200/IMG_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450492684126231394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QNXZRz_UI/AAAAAAAAANw/-zU0VWC5lDE/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QNXZRz_UI/AAAAAAAAANw/-zU0VWC5lDE/s200/IMG_5102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450496144598891842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i cant believe jordyn is coming up on 5 months. seriously time is flying by. We started rice cereal this week and she's been doing great with it. She sleeps pretty well at night, and we're working on the daytime napping. That is another story....to be continued...i was looking at some pics of landon and i decided to put them both on here and compare...what do you think...def. related!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1015244142973980902?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1015244142973980902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1015244142973980902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1015244142973980902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1015244142973980902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/03/comparisons.html' title='comparisons'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/S6QMawaZo3I/AAAAAAAAANo/oSnCqGVcnNM/s72-c/IMG_5244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3794341200207542739</id><published>2010-03-04T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:57:43.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we decided to eat panera last night, which i never really choose to eat, but i did last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure enough Will gets home w/ the bag..and to my suprise but not really--my freakin panini is missing..its always MY food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: remind will over and over and over to always check the bag...grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3794341200207542739?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3794341200207542739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3794341200207542739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3794341200207542739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3794341200207542739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-decided-to-eat-panera-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-489998934283500441</id><published>2009-11-19T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:38:26.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>So Jordyn has a case of baby acne...I know i really shouldnt put anything on it, but how long will this last? I dont remember landon having it..anyone have thoughts or input??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-489998934283500441?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/489998934283500441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=489998934283500441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/489998934283500441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/489998934283500441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4855194533985605338</id><published>2009-11-16T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:32:39.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah</title><content type='html'>Dear Jordyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4855194533985605338?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4855194533985605338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4855194533985605338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4855194533985605338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4855194533985605338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4981791310176626773</id><published>2009-11-15T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:38:45.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>public breastfeeding</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day i breastfed in public w/ jordyn....twice.  Will was inducted into a nursing honor society today so we all went to lunch first and then to campus to go to the "ceremony". We went to Mcalisters first. Jordyn was fussy and i planned on possibly having to feed her so i prepared. i wore a loose shirt and nursing tank under. i first started trying to be all discreet and that just wasnt working so i was like well i dont care so i hope noone in here does.. i did what i had to to get her on and THEN covered up while she ate. I'm sure someone got a boob shot but what do i care...i mean, do you know how many people in college saw my boobs??? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then in the middle of the ceremony she woke up and cried...meanwhile it was so quiet in there except for the one lady speaking...i was like ahhhh..i tried really quickly to get her outta the car seat and once again discreetly get her on the boob. it worked a bit better this time and i covered up...it all worked out..woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for boobs in public...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4981791310176626773?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4981791310176626773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4981791310176626773' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4981791310176626773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4981791310176626773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-breastfeeding.html' title='public breastfeeding'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8886126565987763844</id><published>2009-11-14T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:56:50.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye starbucks</title><content type='html'>Note to self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordyn and my white mocha from starbucks do NOT mesh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye..i'll miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8886126565987763844?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8886126565987763844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8886126565987763844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8886126565987763844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8886126565987763844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-starbucks.html' title='goodbye starbucks'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1232579828209584518</id><published>2009-11-12T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:09:25.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away...</title><content type='html'>okay so its been raining for 3 days straight....for goodness sakes please make it stop.  I wanted to get out of the house and neither the rain nor jordyn wanted to cooperated. Today and tomorrow i'm on my own for the day. I had to get landon to school and do the morning stuff (including cooper and what not) and deal w/ jordyn all while its raining and windy and cold...  Not so bad when you think about people who have more kids but this is all new for me..and dealing w/ landon  and cooper in the morning is enough to drive me nuts. (not all the time but they can both be  a handful if they want to). Thankfully jordyn was good this morning and i got landon to school okay and on time. Will has clinicals tomorrow so i'm doing it all over.  This also after being up 2-4 times during the night w/ jordyn (meaning not lots of sleep).  I did come home and nap w/ jordyn though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then later in the day i was trying to get to old navy for their 30% friends/family stuff....i FINALLY got jordyn to sleep and then when we got there the rain started going sideways and it was so cold and she woke up..i tried to get some light shopping in...she cried the whole time and eventually i gave up. I ended up w/ a pair of jeans for her and flipflops for me....16 for both...cant complain...wish i had more time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoined the gym yesterday..cant wait to go....she can start going to the kids area at 6 weeks..so until then Will can watch her while i get a quick workout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts too...in a few more weeks i'm going to try to get a massage in...i'm trying to wait for the "womenly post partum fun" to be over...if you know what i mean...*wink*...ha ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone is doing well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1232579828209584518?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1232579828209584518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1232579828209584518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1232579828209584518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1232579828209584518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away...'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3846934960456054264</id><published>2009-11-09T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:05:26.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what it was like</title><content type='html'>You know you always forget after a while how it is w/ a newborn. Being tired and cranky and hungry and stinky b/c the baby always comes first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say Jordyn is a pretty good baby. She sleeps, eats and poops. She cries when she's hungry or has gas. She really doesnt seem to care all that much about her diaper. At night i'm up usually only 2 times (maybe 3) to feed and change her poops. She sleeps good at night 3-4 hours at a time. When i am up, i am sometimes up for an hour though. Feed, change, change again b/c she decides to poop again, and feed again. She's a hungry hungry hippo.  She's becoming so much more alert as well. She is currently as i type just laying on a blanket on the floor chillin. Cooper is babysitting her as only a good dog can.&lt;br /&gt;She's a bit over 2 weeks today. On thursday she was back up to her birth weight and all was well. The cord fell off, we gave her a bath....i kinda feel like i've been slacking on the bathing/hygiene department w/ her. Her butt is nice and clean though. I feel i should be washing her face more b/c of all the kisses and touches she gets. Esp. from her brother Landon who OF COURSE HAS to always touch and kiss her. And he has the sniffles and a cough...FUN.  Landon has been doing pretty good also but he's starting to act out which i knew was coming...but all in all i cant complain. He tries to be helpful but boy he's getting a mouth on him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to mike and angelle and the girls on baby adam. He's so stinkin cute and we all cant wait to meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3846934960456054264?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3846934960456054264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3846934960456054264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3846934960456054264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3846934960456054264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-this-is-what-it-was-like.html' title='So this is what it was like'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-542607992279327646</id><published>2009-10-27T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:16:09.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Jordyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Sudw8akQeRI/AAAAAAAAANI/6FNLQfp_qfE/s1600-h/IMG_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Sudw8akQeRI/AAAAAAAAANI/6FNLQfp_qfE/s200/IMG_3853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397406861652687122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am.....and i finally have my body back to myself. Its not the body i like, but at least its not invaded..=). Cant wait to heal all up and get back to the gym. Sounds crazy..but i'm so ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all that wonder, here's my birth story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know, i think, that i contracted most of my pregnancy (as i did w/ landon). Its always hard for me to know when anything was happening b/c contractions were just a daily happening for me.  So on fri. around 1pm ( i had worked the night before and was sleeping) i started contracting. They of course didnt start strong or regular but they were there, so i said lets see what i can do. I got up and started moving around, walking and what not. they got close together but then spread out la la la. Finally by 6pm they were getting a bit stronger and had not stopped yet. By 7 I called the Dr. on call. by 8:15 he hadnt returned my call yet but i knew something was different so we went to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah i'm a L&amp;amp;D nurse and i so didnt want to be "one of those people". All my fellow coworkers know what i mean and i really dont mean offense to anyone else, i just felt pressured to DEFINITELY be in labor before i went it...lol.Well....i got the hospital and i was STILL 3-4 cm. I had already been 3-4 cm that week. GRRR..i was so mad. Anyway, we went walking around the hospital, down the halls, up and down the stair wells and so on. The contractions began to get uncomfortable. Tolerable but i had to stop walking through them. So i get back to the room and they check me...Damn it- i'm STILL 3-4cm. WTF? i was so frustrated...seriously???? I wasnt sure what to do . My dr. said i could go home or hang out another hr and see.  Finally i decided to stay 1 more hr. (my ctx WERE getting painful). So finally i think around 12, after an agonizing hr of labor i was 4cm.   4cm? once again WTF? I was really hurting at this time. My lower pelvis burned and hurt so bad at the peak of each contraction i was losing my mind. I was for sure i'd be at least 5-6cm by then...but no...anyway, at least they admitted me since i was contracting every 2-3min painfully....well i think i went another 2 hrs naturally...i was in the shower, on the birth ball, out of bed moving and doing everything and anything i could think of to try and tolerate this...by 2:30 i had my nurse recheck me...4-5cm. OH MY GOSH! i was going to DIE and that's all i was??? i was flabbergasted and finally said epidural please. I think if i was further along i would've tried to hang in there but things were NOT moving fast. The anesthesiologist came in...i was ready for this ( my epidural w/ landon was not painful to get, i remember actually no pain at all). This was entirely different. The "pinch and burn" of the lidocaine...yeah, not really pinch and burn but whatever....THEN...its like he didnt wait long enough or give me enough...but it all hurt so bad i spontaneously burst into big hard tears...not like a little weap..like big tears i couldnt control. He was good and quick at what he did thank goodness but it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i knew i was semi comfy and trying to nap. Then at 4:30am i was changing position a bit and noticed i was a bit wet...I ruptured all on my own. Finally something going the right way. i was 5-6 cm at that time...Then 2 hrs later i was feeling more lower pelvis pressure in the front and i was complete. I pushed for like 15 minutes and out she came. So yes, slow start, fast finish. Good thing i stayed b/c i was in labor just took a while to kick in. I didnt need any augmenting, no pitocin no artificial rupture of membranes so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stayed in the hospital for a day..mostly b/c landon couldnt come. If there were no restrictions i prob. would've stayed longer. This post partum is so much better. The tear was less, the epidural was good so i could walk and pee all by myself...unlike w/ landon. Pain isnt bad, just the cramping when she nurses. My tailbone is fine and i'm very happy about all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is long..is anyone still reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-542607992279327646?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/542607992279327646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=542607992279327646' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/542607992279327646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/542607992279327646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-jordyn.html' title='Welcome Jordyn'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Sudw8akQeRI/AAAAAAAAANI/6FNLQfp_qfE/s72-c/IMG_3853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7906353153886539053</id><published>2009-08-25T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:15:16.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am</title><content type='html'>So yes, we are all aware i'm a slacker and procrastinator and thus dont blog like i should. Facebook is easy to put one liners on though so that's been easier than typing on here. Sorry. I'm 30 weeks and still going. I'm uncomfortable and feel bad about complaining b/c there are people far worse off than me. Either they're pregnant and stay at home moms or have multiple kids to take care of or have to be stuck in a bed day and night.  Anyway here's my rant. I have a crazy 3 yr old boy who likes to go non stop and then be held and have me pick him up all the time and that's just getting too hard to do. When i pick him up he sits on my belly and then this baby girl is being squished even further down than she's already sitting. Thats a whole nother subject. She is SO low its ridiculous. Can you say pressure. All the time!!!!! GRRR.. I swear there's no more room in there and i know i'll stretch and grow more but i think she's growing faster than my belly is.  The good part is i always feel her move. i dont think she ever sleeps...its crazy. She moves more than landon did which was a lot. I like feeling that, its the best part in my opinion. She had the hiccups this morning. Landon used to get them alot so it was neat. It means she's practicing her breathing. Good girl. What else....hmm...a week or two ago i had a scan at work and she weighed in at 3 lb 5 oz, she's a good size already. I've been getting really excited recently. We've been going through baby stuff and clothes and putting things together...7-10 more weeks and we'll meet her. I cant wait. I wonder who she'll look like???? Will she have lots of hair????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides baby what else. We went to Kiawah, SC for a beach vacation w/ the Wrigley clan. Fun, but tiring. Didnt have the best sleep all week and not a whole lot of rest so it got hard.  This sat. me and landon are flying to florida for little vacation. Finally get to meet friends daughter Tori whose growing so fast) and new baby Jax. YAY!. Come on, come all to see me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will starts school again tomorrow and then this is the last semester. For those that dont know he's also submitted an application for the navy nurse corps. This means, once again, we'll be moving  and at the mercy of the military...eek.  For the first 3 years we'll be in the states but there's possibility that after that we'll have to go overseas...not sure how i feel about that but one place we might end up is Naples Italy...so that's not entirely horrible i suppose. We're thinking we'll be back up in n. VA area, and that Will will be stationed at Bethesda Naval hospital. So at least i'll know my way around and still know people up there. I'll keep ya posted on that, nothing new as of now though. We might know something come november so....that's bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7906353153886539053?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7906353153886539053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7906353153886539053' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7906353153886539053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7906353153886539053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-i-am.html' title='here i am'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7143714133609969427</id><published>2009-05-22T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:34:20.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>team blue or team pink?</title><content type='html'>well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the doc at work----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team.........PINK....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!!! I'm still shocked and in disbelief and i feel like there will be a penis next time i have an u/s...we'll see..for now i'll just be elated i have a girl inside me....=). IF it does turn out to be a boy, i'll still be happy and adore him as well....but for now, go team pink (and purple and frills and fru fru and sugar and spice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7143714133609969427?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7143714133609969427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7143714133609969427' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7143714133609969427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7143714133609969427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/05/team-blue-or-team-pink.html' title='team blue or team pink?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1598354958169410256</id><published>2009-05-22T03:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:40:13.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the gender is....?????</title><content type='html'>So here i am at work, sitting, waiting.....I do have a patient that i'm monitoring but there is this little white envelope in my bag w/ the secret gender of my baby in it and its making it hard to sit still !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was NOT allowed to find out the sex of this baby w/o Will. My 20week anatomy scan is the 2nd week of june and those that know me know i'm NOT a patient person. So a kind doctor at work looked for me printed the picture w/ the gender on it. OMG. Do you know how hard it is not to look in that envelope? BUT i am being true to my word and Will and I will look at it together when i get home...stay tuned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any predictions ??? i'd love to hear what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will---boy&lt;br /&gt;Me---no idea&lt;br /&gt;Landon----girl  (apparently Angelle is having a boy according to him as well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1598354958169410256?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1598354958169410256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1598354958169410256' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1598354958169410256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1598354958169410256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/05/gender-is.html' title='the gender is....?????'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5546201673064618741</id><published>2009-04-16T09:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:26:41.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the great tree dilemma</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe someone has some advice on how to go about this. We have a tall but not so big tree in the back of the house that during a storm somehow got a crack up the middle. Its not up the entire tree but on a good portion. I'm so afraid when its windy that this tree is going to crack and crash into the house or something. When its windy and the tree sways you can hear it cracking and creeking. So i was researching online how i'm supposed to take care of this and if we're responsible b/c its technically on our private property. I remember reading we werent supposed to cut down living trees but then i see that if its hazardous and might fall and there's reasoning behind why you think it might fall and hit something you can??? anyone dealt w/ this? we also are thinking of putting up a fence but then i'm thinking what if we put up the fence and then this tree fall either on our house of the fence and crushes it and then we have to pay for another section of fence???? you see....any advice out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5546201673064618741?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5546201673064618741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5546201673064618741' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5546201673064618741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5546201673064618741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-tree-dilemma.html' title='the great tree dilemma'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2173607093718125004</id><published>2009-04-14T04:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:41:04.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>so its 4:40 and i've been up for an hour now. this seems like a daily occurrence if i'm not at work. i wake up at this time and cant go back to sleep then end up sooo tired during the day. grrr...this is getting old...and how many weeks do i have left????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2173607093718125004?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2173607093718125004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2173607093718125004' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2173607093718125004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2173607093718125004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2384501259124609549</id><published>2009-04-02T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:13:45.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the human disposal</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i had chick filet w/ landon for dinner...that was like at 5:30...got home, played put landon to bed and came downstairs and ate a banana. At like 10ish i try to call Will b/c i was craving a peanut butter and honey sandwich. he doesnt answer his phone. He gets home and i'm like i wanted you to stop and get honey...anyway...NO honey for me. So i search and search, and finally i choose to eat easy mac...not what i wanted - i settled. Now i'm eating peanut butter toast...i am so hungry and cant stop eating!!!! someone help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2384501259124609549?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2384501259124609549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2384501259124609549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2384501259124609549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2384501259124609549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-disposal.html' title='the human disposal'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-6868547561243655313</id><published>2009-04-01T07:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:57:32.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>green thumb</title><content type='html'>well, not so much really. but i did get off my ass yesterday and actually do something. I went and picked out some flowers and did some gardening. And by gardening i mean dig some holes and fill w/ dirt and flowers..but at least it looks nice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-6868547561243655313?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6868547561243655313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6868547561243655313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6868547561243655313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6868547561243655313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-thumb.html' title='green thumb'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2011320056027841319</id><published>2009-03-28T04:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:25:44.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Room for Baby</title><content type='html'>for baby number 2 that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am finally ready to announce that we are expecting baby # 2. I am due at the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of worrying (b/c thats what i do best of course), ....and i'm still a worry wort...i'm feeling sort of comfortable in telling you all this news..We are so happy, but I think in my line of work i've come to somewhat think about the worst case scenario sometimes but hope for the absolute best...its hard and stressful and tiring..but in the end it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say your little prayers for me, and for a healthy kiddo...and for it to have a vagina..HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2011320056027841319?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2011320056027841319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2011320056027841319' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2011320056027841319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2011320056027841319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-room-for-baby.html' title='Make Room for Baby'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1230191335483358002</id><published>2009-01-20T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:32:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWING</title><content type='html'>So its snowing, and its snowing pretty hard actually. Last night at midnight it was very light flurries and we looked at the news station and saw all the school closures, and hence landon's daycare has a snow day as well. I was of course being like.."watch there wont even be snow on the ground in the morning"..well there is snow..and lots of it..i'd say 4 inches now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still do not agree that everything needs to shut down and close b/c of some snow. Will made a good point though...Durham isnt used to it and doesnt have the man power or tools or plows to keep the streets safe. Especially all the streets in po dunk. So cheers..here's to a snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i work at a 24 hr running facility regardless of weather..so i'm off to work tonite. i'll get some playing and pics in before taking my nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1230191335483358002?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1230191335483358002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1230191335483358002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1230191335483358002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1230191335483358002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowing.html' title='SNOWING'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5515696549025365779</id><published>2009-01-18T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:59:32.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>i can FINALLY say the notorious NA-NA (aka pacifier) is OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;3 nights down w/out the na- na... i told landon that baby elena lost hers and she needed us to mail his to her...he didnt like it but accepted it...thanks baby elena!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5515696549025365779?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5515696549025365779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5515696549025365779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5515696549025365779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5515696549025365779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1216544334716550416</id><published>2009-01-13T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:24:53.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landonism</title><content type='html'>Here's what was said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: mommy boys have a penis but girls dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: Yes, Landon, daddy and cooper have penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: You're right landon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: Boys have penis, girls have naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: girls have naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon: yes, mommy. boys have penis and you have naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe....i dont think i'm ready for him to be walking around saying vagina quite yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1216544334716550416?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1216544334716550416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1216544334716550416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1216544334716550416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1216544334716550416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/01/landonism.html' title='Landonism'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3623081858501317748</id><published>2009-01-01T01:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:44:31.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>To All my friends and family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not one for making and/or keeping new years resolutions (like a girl Keri i know...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year i hope to make myself a better woman, wife, and mom  ...thats' my goal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and i'll try to blog more...i guess...haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3623081858501317748?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3623081858501317748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3623081858501317748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3623081858501317748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3623081858501317748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8268218890433486549</id><published>2008-12-14T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:54:27.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>madagascar</title><content type='html'>Landon went to his first movie in the theater tonite. Madagascar 2.  I used to take him when he was a baby and he'd sleep through or i'd breastfeed him...but this is the first he actually watched. He did so good. Will and Landon shared popcorn and it was so cute.  He only talked a few times. There were 3 other "families" in the room and he did well. He then fell asleep on the way home. Oh did i forget to say he didnt take a nap today.....yeah......Oh and he's kinda weaning himself of the na na. (pacifier). 2 nights ago, i was at work, and i called will to see how landon did. Apparently landon went to bed w/out his na na. He told Will..."i dont need it"..."keep it here in bed, but i dont need it now" and he rolled over and went to bed. Interesting...we'll see if this is too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. We also decorated the tree today, i got some cute photos i'll have to download and post one day..haha...Wish i had something else great and swell to share, but i dont...so until next time...whenever that is.....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8268218890433486549?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8268218890433486549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8268218890433486549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8268218890433486549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8268218890433486549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/12/madagascar.html' title='madagascar'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7602864234421930170</id><published>2008-11-21T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:25:53.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 yr old or 20 yr old?</title><content type='html'>So we went to dinner tonite....Shiki sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon's dinner:  noodles, rice, a few bites of my pepper steak..and........4 pieces of my bagel roll!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked to try it..and then proceeded to eat 3 more before we left. mind you Will and I were waiting for HIM to finish ....usually the other way around by far. we just laughed and he just kept eating. (bagel roll= cooked salmon (i wouldnt have given him raw fish come on), cream cheese, avocado, rice, rolled and then tempurad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say we dont have a normal 2 year old who chooses mac n cheese or chicken nuggets. we get "mommy i want green beans (i.e. edamame) or burritos"...and now "sushi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7602864234421930170?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7602864234421930170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7602864234421930170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7602864234421930170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7602864234421930170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-or-20.html' title='2 yr old or 20 yr old?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5725439649966407604</id><published>2008-10-24T20:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:22:41.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fours</title><content type='html'>Here's the pic from my 4th folder in my pic documents...(supposed to also be ther 4th photo in 4th folder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SQJl7MYrH7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mbflBeexP2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SQJl7MYrH7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mbflBeexP2Y/s200/IMG_1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260879382333562802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's me, jen, sam and tia.  they came to visit in DC when landon was a few months old. i was playing w/ jen's hair b/c she was getting married. it also must have been game day...notice the gator shirts..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this was the only photo in folder 4 so ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if you click on the photos it gets bigger and i look like a bigger hot mess.....beware&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5725439649966407604?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5725439649966407604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5725439649966407604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5725439649966407604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5725439649966407604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/10/fours.html' title='Fours'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SQJl7MYrH7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/mbflBeexP2Y/s72-c/IMG_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-6565250675029522243</id><published>2008-10-21T15:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:51:33.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic</title><content type='html'>...at the disco that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new FAVORITE workout songs are from Panic at the Disco...I highly recommend trying them out if you are looking for some new stuff for your playlist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-6565250675029522243?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6565250675029522243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6565250675029522243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6565250675029522243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6565250675029522243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/10/panic.html' title='Panic'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3162867165207437558</id><published>2008-10-07T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:55:32.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>So Angelle posted about her workout playlist.  I have been trying to burn a CD from a friend (of her music library) i've tried 2 times and neither disc would upload to my i tunes...Anyone know why?? and to add to that this weekend i need to utilize the music library of the hive gals....Erica you prob. have every song known to man so i will def. be burning lots of music if that's okay with you. I'm trying to update my music. I have a workout list and a run list but there's def. music i would love to add but i'm cheap and am not willing to pay itunes to download them..=) so thanks in advance for sharing the wealth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my run list has aerosmith, less than jake ( i highly recommend running to them, its very upbeat), green day- stuck with me (this is the one i repeat over again if i need to sprint a little...its fast and great), kelly clarkson, britney spears (yeahyeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workout list also includes, janet jackson, beyonce with some songs from above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love looking at other people's playlists..if you're interested you can go to womenshealthmag.com and click on playlists to see some there of athletes and others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3162867165207437558?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3162867165207437558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3162867165207437558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3162867165207437558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3162867165207437558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/10/playlist.html' title='Playlist'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3800491071853664937</id><published>2008-10-05T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:22:48.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SOmEfAhCwAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5z81G_clpvA/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SOmEfAhCwAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5z81G_clpvA/s200/IMG_2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253876108553797634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to a pumpkin patch today. Got some pumpkins, landon rode a train and a PONY and we did a big slide and jump house.  Landon said "i want to go on the train, i want to ride the pony". Of course we buy the tickets to do so, and when its time to go he freaks out and cries and screams. Needless to say we made him do them and he ended up loving them.  Who cares about the looks like we're horrible parents making a screaming kid do something he is saying he doesnt want to do....he loved it, we knew he would. He just needed to give it a chance. geeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon and i leave for Hive on wed. am. I'm so excited. I'll see some friends in Orlando as well which i cant wait to do. There will be plenty of photos after we're back...YAY!.  I think its neat even if i dont see all of these people often that we'll all be in touch probably for life. Landon will have friends for life even if he wont see them often ( i hope, that is...) Its kinda strange to think about the future and when our kids are older and like in high school--who will they be, what "groups" will they belong to...any of you hive people think about that...? think about how our kids will grow up knowing all of everyone elses kids and will they stay friends or keep in touch?? How i wish i lived closer to my friends. All my friends.... I miss everyone all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else, no work until oct. 15th..WOOHOOOOO ..go vacation week. i get my hair done tomorrow..not sure yet about it..we'll seeeeeeeeeeee?!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the weather..hope it stays this way..ahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3800491071853664937?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3800491071853664937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3800491071853664937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3800491071853664937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3800491071853664937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='pumpkin patch'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SOmEfAhCwAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5z81G_clpvA/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-9159918366152739129</id><published>2008-09-22T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:36:03.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm crazy</title><content type='html'>so i worked 12hrs fri/sat/sund nights and then decided to stay and work another 4 hrs this morning  (making it a 16hr shift) b/c 3 nurses called out sick and they were busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted and feel like ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...the life of a nurse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-9159918366152739129?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/9159918366152739129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=9159918366152739129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/9159918366152739129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/9159918366152739129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-crazy.html' title='i&apos;m crazy'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7757057646049798421</id><published>2008-09-16T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:56:04.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shirts</title><content type='html'>Yay! I got my hive shirts in the mail yesterday..they're super cute! Can't wait to see everyone. only  3 weeks...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7757057646049798421?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7757057646049798421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7757057646049798421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7757057646049798421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7757057646049798421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/09/shirts.html' title='shirts'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4149591835363665487</id><published>2008-08-27T17:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:57:41.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my civil duties</title><content type='html'>so i was summoned for jury duty, and i called tonite, and sure enough i have to go in tomorrow am.  i still dont know if i'm actually going to have to be on a case but i hope not..i'm not good w/ stuff like that...grrrr...so 8:30 am til who knows when.....what a bunch of bull&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4149591835363665487?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4149591835363665487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4149591835363665487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4149591835363665487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4149591835363665487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-my-civil-duties.html' title='i hate my civil duties'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4469691838357246320</id><published>2008-08-27T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:36:43.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>wow i got an ass kickin at the gym today. i see a chiropracter there who also knows something or two about training..so he took me in the gym and showed me some other exercises that might be better for my neck and back...all i can say is ouch. i did things that made me hurt in crazy places, none of them being my neck, which is good.  i was doing hand stand against the wall i was climbing rope (this was the worst) i told him i felt like i was in gym class again.  i complained alot in a charming way i'm sure..he just laughed at me. anyway i hurt but in that good, i know i just made muscle kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be complaining more tomorrow when i cant move my arms or hold anything w/out my arms/hands shaking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4469691838357246320?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4469691838357246320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4469691838357246320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4469691838357246320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4469691838357246320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7847144939178579614</id><published>2008-08-26T16:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:57:47.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>house bunny</title><content type='html'>Not that its an Oscar winner or anything but if you're in the mood to laugh i recommend seeing "House Bunny"..i cried i was laughing so hard at one part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as i'm giggling to myself now as i write this...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1520268343251175539</id><published>2008-08-19T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:06:24.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling good</title><content type='html'>So after a long hiatus of not being at the gym or doing any type of calorie burning activity (except of course my one run i did in michigan) i was back at the gym this AM and if felt great.  Feeling a bit tired, think i need to drink more water. i dont drink soda but i also dont drink a whole lot of water.  Congrats to my biggest loser friends, good job!!! you all motivate me.  Esp. to angelle who continued while on vacation which is crazy when everyone around you is eating all that not so healthy stuff.  Also for eating healthy at red robin which is not easy either..haha. Good to see you guys hope to see you again.  Will started school again today..this semester he as Psych and Peds and then the clinicals to go with it...we'll see how that goes. Landon's happy to be  back at school doing fun things with his friends, he's doing great with the potty training and i wouldnt even call it training anymore he's trained.  We just have to remind him sometimes thats all.  And still wearing pullups for sleep which i have no problems with.  When i put him in underwear that mean i'll have to trust him in the middle of the night to go potty if he needs to which mean i have to trust him to open his door and then go back to HIS bed and not OURS...so we'll leave it as is for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- did anyone else see that video of that kite boarder being slammed into the building with Fay's winds?? Niiiiice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1520268343251175539?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1520268343251175539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1520268343251175539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1520268343251175539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1520268343251175539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-good.html' title='feeling good'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2509538095421351603</id><published>2008-08-12T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:41:24.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan</title><content type='html'>So i work last mon/tues/wed. then slept for a couple (literally) hours then plopped myself in the car w/ Will in the drivers seat, landon in the back and Cooper ( the 100lb golden) and started our 15 hr trek to Michigan.  We're here, now for a few days and will be until sat. am when we leave.  We're having a great time, landon's still taking his naps and isnt sleeping too bad.  Cooper is loving it, the weather is nice, not too hat and he loves having everywhere to run to.   So far we've been to the zoo, the pool, the gardens (with kids water area), today went to grand haven to the beach to play and although the water was butt ass cold, the sand was fun and there was so much of it. This beach was awesome and the water was so clean. I have pics from everything but didnt bring our upload cord so that'll have to be when we get back. We've of course been eating lots of food and i've not been running or working out (with the exception of yesterday i ran a mile just cuz i couldnt stand it anymore) i'm feeling gross...and esp. since some of my friends are now doing "biggest loser" i feel the need to pick up the pace here... So here's kudos and good luck to all of you doing it..i'll be cheering you on from the treadmill at my gym and cant wait to hear and see the results. Thats it for now...lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2509538095421351603?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2509538095421351603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2509538095421351603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2509538095421351603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2509538095421351603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/08/michigan.html' title='Michigan'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4920309602949550269</id><published>2008-07-28T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:25:57.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so i'm back from my little girls weekend w/ my friend alexis in milwaukee. i had such a great time. i left thursday evening, she picked me up from the airport and we went directly out.  I think i drank more in these past few days than i have in the past 5 years. How crazy is that? haha. good times.  we also went to chicago on sat. and saw the show "wicked".  even with the ridiculous traffic near chicago all went okay and it was awesome!...sunday was a chill out day and i ended up getting a new tattoo..pics to come. i got it on my right inner wrist. its landon's initials "L S" but in an artsy way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back, will was having a tizzy about all the goose poop outside. we went to see the dark knight which i like alot and thats that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4920309602949550269?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4920309602949550269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4920309602949550269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4920309602949550269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4920309602949550269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-950060866612402226</id><published>2008-07-16T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:58:07.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Send me some patience</title><content type='html'>Okay so most of the time i feel i do a pretty good job of keeping my cool with landon. He's a typical boy and a typical 2 year old.  Listen when he wants, (never really), likes to swing his arms and stomp his feet, tells me "no" way to much, and the newest is that he'll sigh and pout..(this one is actually kinda cute,....only kinda) This am i was trying to get him ready for school.  This is usually a forever process for me...its probably my fault.  We have a great routine at night but not one in the morning.  Its even a process at night to get him in his jammies..but this am was just crappy.  My mom is here which helps but still.  He was tooting so i took him to the potty to try and poop.  2 books later more toots no poopies, he said "all done" so we got off, i went to go get dressed to go to the gym ( i go every morning after dropping him off as long as i didnt work the night before) So he's playing w/ my mom in the playroom and i hear my mom say "lets go to the potty"..Landon said "toots" and i said you need to go poopy...he says no no no mommy..( this means he has already gone) so i march him there and there's the nugget in the mickey undies...so i plop him on anyway...good thing..he did go more in the potty...Let me just say he's been having very FEW accidents so its frustrating when we were on the potty and he didnt go and less then 3 min. later he goes in his undies...arghhh...anyway so i 'm rinsing his undies and mom is reading a book on the potty...Then he's all done..okay...so i ask him to wash his hands and brush his teeth. Its a fight to get him to brush his teeth b/c i had already put the toothpaste, the WRONG toothpaste on his brush. he wanted the rocket aka little einsteins one not the turtle one...grrr...so he's swinging his arms all in the water and remember i had been rinsing his poopy underwear in the sink (which was prob. my first mistake)...so there's bubble and water and semi-poopy underwear in the sink.  His flinging arm swooshes the undies up on my face...EWWW! Needless to say i raise my voice very loud at him and told him to walk away...which he did and then he sighed and pouted.....so i walked away as well..calmed down and went downstairs and took him to school.  We had a talk in the car, i told him i loved him and he was good boy but mommy raised her voice b/c he wasnt listening and was swinging his arms at me...i said i was sorry if i scared him and that was that. he was fine going into school...went potty, washed hands, sat at the table to have breakfast snack..we kissed, gave big hugs and said see you later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. had a great workout afterwards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-950060866612402226?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/950060866612402226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=950060866612402226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/950060866612402226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/950060866612402226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/07/send-me-some-patience.html' title='Send me some patience'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8723812570997075881</id><published>2008-07-01T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:20:11.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Me</title><content type='html'>Got this from Angelle, figured i'd do it. (highlight the ones you've done and repost.)&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;47. Alphabatized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress&lt;br /&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Won money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Ever dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all four&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Worn a mood ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Ridden a train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;br /&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;129. Lived in an historic place&lt;br /&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;134. Gone roller skating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;br /&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;151. Ran away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;155. Lied about your weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;156. Gone on a diet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;br /&gt;158. Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;br /&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169. Can hula or waltz&lt;br /&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;178. Laughed till your side hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;183. Spent the night in a hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188. Built a campfire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. Kept a blog&lt;br /&gt;190. Had hives&lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;196. Know CPR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;198. Found a long lost friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;200. Responded to a NJP newsletter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8723812570997075881?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8723812570997075881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8723812570997075881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8723812570997075881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8723812570997075881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/07/piece-of-me.html' title='A Piece of Me'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-23178248515248823</id><published>2008-06-10T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:31:30.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so many names, so many voices in my head..haha</title><content type='html'>COUNTRY WESTERN SINGER NAME: (mother &amp;amp; father’s middle names)&lt;br /&gt;Francine Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad)&lt;br /&gt;Manny Herby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;br /&gt;Wrist  (i likes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Teal Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Ellyn Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;Stey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANGSTA NAME: ( fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)&lt;br /&gt;Cookies n cream Oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name)&lt;br /&gt;Cooper Paperbark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy)&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures Snicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORN NAME: (1st pet, 1st Car)&lt;br /&gt;Russell Celica...or Celica Russell (that sounds better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN GLADIATOR NAME (model name of your current car)&lt;br /&gt;Altima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-23178248515248823?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/23178248515248823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=23178248515248823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/23178248515248823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/23178248515248823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-many-names-so-many-voices-in-my.html' title='so many names, so many voices in my head..haha'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-166800608849210347</id><published>2008-06-03T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:25:56.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SEW2kgrG_lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ux8lkRQHpTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SEW2kgrG_lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ux8lkRQHpTQ/s200/IMG_1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207769282486140498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Landon went all day at school with big boy underwear on and only had one accident while they were playing outside...I sent him to school with like 5 pairs of underwear and 5 different shorts just in case..but he did great!!!!  Now we just need to work on the poopin issue.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this pic was taken a while back when we were just playin around with the undies (here they are over pull ups)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-166800608849210347?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/166800608849210347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=166800608849210347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/166800608849210347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/166800608849210347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-boy.html' title='big boy'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SEW2kgrG_lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ux8lkRQHpTQ/s72-c/IMG_1144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1250928505940230807</id><published>2008-05-29T19:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:34:29.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>captain lame</title><content type='html'>So I've come to the conclusion I'm lame.  I sit here and read all of your blogs and read about your lives and I feel like i'm a big lazy lame ass.  Seriously....Most my friends that blog have one or two kids and some also have jobs along with the mommy job...yet still blog and still have time to cook and try recipes and find fun things to do for yourselves and/or your kids...or have time to travel....AND me...i feel like i do none of those things...its a good day if i go to the gym or if i take the time to blog....I only work 3 days a week or more if i pick up extra but i have a husband who enjoys cooking (which i really dont most of the time) and who's so anal that he cleans more than me...So where does this leave me?  Before i was married I danced, did artsy and crafty stuff,  was at the gym almost everyday, spent lots of time w/ friends and now i find myself in a funk....and i think its been like this for a while now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to make friends, believe it or not.  It would be so easy for me to just move where i have established friends...it makes me jealous and sometimes sad to see all the photos of friends and their families getting together (b/c they live close).  They do fun things....can just pick themselves up and say lets go the park with ....(fill in the blank).....*sigh*..I have yet to find people to hang out with ....I recently went out and also had gone to a "friends" house for some dinner, drinks and kareoke (sp?)...it was SO much fun...but then i called them recently to see if anyone wanted to get lunch and see a movie and no one called back???? (so i went by myself--which is not a problem or new for me)   i dont get it...i was kinda bummed....makes you feel bad and like you're not fun or something? i dunno....i go through this no and again and i get all poopy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also keep telling myself i'm going to look into classes...you know like art or dance classes just so i can do something for myself and either i lose motivation or something....ahhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this started b/c i found myself being envious of all you, my friends, that seem to have it together and that your lives seem "full" and by full i mean full of joys, accomplishments, passions, and zest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to take sometime to find that again.....any suggestions on how to go about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1250928505940230807?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1250928505940230807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1250928505940230807' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1250928505940230807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1250928505940230807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/05/captain-lame.html' title='captain lame'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5228578639804397171</id><published>2008-05-12T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:17:20.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back</title><content type='html'>So happy belated mommy's day to all my mommy friends out there.  We were in the Keys from Wed-Sunday.  We flew back into town last evening.  Will, Landon and I went to Islamorada with Will's parents.  It was a nice break.  We got in Wed. afternoon, went to the pool and went to dinner.  Will and his dad went fishing the next day and Becky, me and landon just hung out and went to the pool.  Basically that was what we did.  Went to the pool and ate good food.  I think i gained like 10lbs while i was there.   Trips are awesome, i just dread the traveling part.  Especially w/ a toddler.  I can only imagine what it'll be like w/ one or two more kids....To all you out there with multiple kids..kudos to you!!!! So now its back to work.  I work tues,wed, thur night then on friday landon and i are driving to charlotte for my niece leah's 3rd bday....its hard to believe she's 3, oh how time flies......Will starts clinicals this week, so cute..i told him i wanted to take a pic of him on his first day, you know when he's all dressed in his scrubs..he just rolled his eyes at me..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! Landon went poopy in the potty last night...not by his own doing though..not really.  He was taking a bath and i could tell he needed to go...i said, "landon do you need to go poopy?"....No mommy, no poopy.  He cont. to play and be really sweet and is trying to distract me..i see him kinda push one time and i sweep him outta the tub and plop him on the potty...i say "landon, big boys go poopy on the potty"...so he does...and we took a picture to prove it...haha. I'm sure he'll love that when he's older....So he got m&amp;amp;ms as a reward..Yep, i'm all about rewards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have some shot outs to do:&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated anniversary to Jen and Bob....here's to many more years.....&lt;br /&gt;The Konickis---my thoughts are with you...glad you're home Nik, stay off those feet and drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated bday to my mom in law Becky....&lt;br /&gt;Love to all......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5228578639804397171?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5228578639804397171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5228578639804397171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5228578639804397171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5228578639804397171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1492097201522351577</id><published>2008-04-27T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:17:59.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlTyuUxYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K7db_03V7D0/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlTyuUxYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K7db_03V7D0/s200/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194098767205549442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlUiuUxZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j4RHBHzPEnQ/s1600-h/IMG_2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlUiuUxZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/j4RHBHzPEnQ/s200/IMG_2677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194098780090451346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlVCuUxaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VFeY2BGTujw/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlVCuUxaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VFeY2BGTujw/s200/IMG_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194098788680385954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, Landon is 2, and we had a great birthday weekend.  His bday was on thursday. Will and I were both off so we took landon to breakfast and to toys r us and just had a good day.  My mom and dad came into town that day, we went to dinner at PF Changs (landon loves noodles and rice) and then we came back and had ice cream.  Friday, Will's mom and sister in law and our niece and nephew drove in.  We went to dinner at Outback, that was interesting w/ 3 kids, and then that was that.  Saturday Mike and Angelle and the girls drove up.  That day we played in the pool, played outside all day, jumped in the bounce house that Mike and Ang were able to borrow from their neighbors (thanks laurie and brian), had cake and bbq.  FUN times..we got LOADS of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon is 28 or so pounds and 35 1/2 in tall.  He's doing everything he should and more.  He's super cute and i adore him..HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1492097201522351577?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1492097201522351577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1492097201522351577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1492097201522351577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1492097201522351577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/04/two.html' title='TWO!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/SBUlTyuUxYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K7db_03V7D0/s72-c/IMG_1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7139116596769396161</id><published>2008-04-09T09:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:04:04.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know Landon</title><content type='html'>1. What's your middle name? Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What food will you eat every time? grapes, kiwi, cereal, chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R_zLr_txhRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r0LqsdeeOMQ/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R_zLr_txhRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r0LqsdeeOMQ/s200/IMG_1083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187244827522204946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Describe a usual lunch for you? whatever they serve at school. if i decide to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite drink? milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your very favorite songs? Hot Dog song (mickey mouse), Old MacDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who are your favorite fictional characters? Mickey Mouse Clubhouse characters, Cars characters, Buzz Lightyear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite TV show? Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, (Wiggles (never thought i'd let him watch it), higgley town heroes and jo jo's circus----these are in the am only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite movie? CARS, lion king, toy story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What/who are your favorite stuffed animals? elmo, cookie monster, pluto, bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are your favorite electronic toys? those of my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are your favorite non-electronic toys? puzzles, choo choo train, CARS figurines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite books? Arthur and D.W., Sesame Street ABC, &amp;amp; counting, Snug house Bug house, Train books, Truck books, Pizza Pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When's your naptime? usually 12-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When's your bedtime? 7:30-8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's your bedtime routine? Go pottie, take a bath, brush my teeth, run around my room, get on my jammies, run around some more, play peek a boo, read 3 books, snuggle w/ mommy in my chair while she sings old macdonald, and get in to bed w/ my na-na (pacifier) and go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Besides the obvious, what's in your bed at night? blanket, and numerous na-nas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When is your happiest time of the day? right when i wake up or afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What can make you laugh 100% of the time? rough-housing with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What makes you mad 100% of the time? making you do something you don't want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to make others laugh? dance around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R_zMmPtxhSI/AAAAAAAAAII/D4_s-_USSUs/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R_zMmPtxhSI/AAAAAAAAAII/D4_s-_USSUs/s200/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187245828249584930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you do that drives your Mommy crazy? not listen, on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you talk, what word(s) do you say incorrectly every time (but it's so cute that you can just go on saying it that way for a while)? adds "y" to the end of some words...milky, fishy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you talk, what are your favorite words or phrases? oh my gosh, and mickey mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What physical feat have you just accomplished? jumping like a big boy and then jumping off things w/out fear.  going down the stairs by myself (mostly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who are some friends you play with often? school friends mostly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7139116596769396161?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7139116596769396161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7139116596769396161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7139116596769396161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7139116596769396161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-to-know-landon.html' title='Getting to know Landon'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R_zLr_txhRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r0LqsdeeOMQ/s72-c/IMG_1083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4461549835401052334</id><published>2008-04-09T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:41:31.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scammed</title><content type='html'>AH! I am so mad.  Well, was mad, i'm kinda over it now i guess.  So i was scammed, and here's the story.  Back in october some guy was going around the neighborhood trying to sell those magazine subscriptions.  You know, the ones that are for fundraising or what not.  So, i'm skeptical but trying to be openminded b/c i had to do a lot of fundraising while in hs.  I was outside playing w/ landon and he approached me.  He seemed normal enough, had a "legit" ID, the laminated book of magazines and receipt pad.  He had this whole shmeel about blah blah blah....Anyway after a while i ended up getting "Parents" magazine.  I write a check to LL Distributors and get a receipt.  (its supposed to take about 2 months) Here's march and I find my receipt and call the distributing company that's on the receipt and IT is legit BUT the guy/company was NOT. They told me those receipts hadnt been used in a while (she knew b/c of the number that was on it) and that the check would've been made to them if it was one of there ind. distributor people. GRRRR.  I was ticked off. So i went to my bank and they were able to print out the copy of my check and it showed which bank cashed it and it had a signature on it.  I then called that bank and told them the story. They of course couldnt give me any info, not that i thought they could, but i asked them to put a complaint and flag that company name b/c it is false and scamming people--so they said they would.  That day i tried to call the police to put a complaint it.  I cant get the persons info from the bank, but they could. I am not looking for my money back, but i'm sure i wasnt the only one that was scammed by this guy or group of people.  I kept calling and the person in charge of fraud was not available.  Well now its today and after working 4 nights and sleeping during the day maybe i can get back to calling the cops to catch this idiot......BEWARE do not get magazines from someone you dont know! And if you do write their name down and take a photo of them and post it on the bulletin board until you get your magazines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4461549835401052334?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4461549835401052334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4461549835401052334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4461549835401052334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4461549835401052334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/04/scammed.html' title='scammed'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7785016145581589507</id><published>2008-03-07T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:55:42.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new fear of flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R9FzgSAJgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/93Ac_ERBfCk/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R9FzgSAJgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/93Ac_ERBfCk/s200/IMG_0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175044445250880098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're back from florida. (landon and i were in s. fla this week).  It was good. We got there friday and just relaxed.  We went to the pool on sat. morning, i went out w/ the girls (christina, nic, and melissa) on sat. night, and then sunday we all went to the beach.  It was fun.  Landon was really hesitant at first but then loved it.  There was also a playground there with slides and swings...we were at the beach for hours and he would've stayed longer but we were all spent.  He got some rosey cheeks and shoulders, otherwise the mommy applied loads of sunscreen.  I wish i got pics but i didnt want to take our camera in fear i'd get sand in it....so no pics..i think nic took a few though.  So i went to dinner w/ my friend alexis and her mom and one of my fav. places-Japan Inn..mmm..so good and so bad on the belly....Landon had fun w/ nana and papa...i'll put the pics on kodak soon.  I had fun but did NOT get enough sleep...so much for vacation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the airport yesterday..our plane was due to take off at 1:05....what time did we leave you ask? 6pm...yes, this sucked. there were thunderstorms and our plane had to land in west palm and then had to be cleared to come to fll.  then when it did come and we boarded the plane we were 30th in line to take off and waited another hour ..finally we took off...THEN we flew through storms...when i say i was scared-thats an understatement....I was holding landon and crying and saying prayers ...i grabbed my cell phone out so i could be ready to turn it on and call Will as i plummeted to the ground (thats how scared)...I thought we were going to crash the turbulence was so bad.  On another note I could not have asked for a better child through all of this.  Landon did not have a spazz out ALL week and then he did so well in lieu of the airport situation.  Granted we ended up watching alot of buzz lightyear and eating really unhealthy food but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're back, and Will goes on his spring break this next week so we'll get to spend some time together for our birthdays.  Landon has his first bday party this saturday at gymboree so that'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else out there scared of flying now.  ( i have been flying by myself since i was a child and all the sudden i'm so scared of flying...) note to self: take some valium before flying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7785016145581589507?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7785016145581589507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7785016145581589507' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7785016145581589507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7785016145581589507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-fear-of-flying.html' title='a new fear of flying'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R9FzgSAJgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/93Ac_ERBfCk/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3621544909534028847</id><published>2008-02-11T10:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:45:51.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest show on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dmlCzFTgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xj2pnYsUrxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dmlCzFTgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xj2pnYsUrxQ/s200/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167711884023254530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dngCzFTiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cP6u1BunUqY/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dngCzFTiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cP6u1BunUqY/s200/IMG_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167712897635536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dnGCzFThI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Xh2vHThjwcw/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dnGCzFThI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Xh2vHThjwcw/s200/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167712450958937618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the circus on saturday.  All in all it went really well.  It was at 3 and landon was still napping at 2 so unfortunately we had to wake him up to go, but he was okay w/ it.  We got to the arena and went in, as soon as he saw the arena and the people and the noise, he was like hell no i wont go.  We had seats in the 2nd row and he did not want to sit down that far. He kept saying "back up mommy"..."up, up up"...after a bit he settled down and enjoyed the show.  He did good for the most part.  Ate some popcorn and some snacks.  He like the animals most of course..by the end he was tired and crabby again..but i cant blame him. i'm super happy we got to stay for the whole show.  it was pretty good i must say.....pics to be posted later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3621544909534028847?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3621544909534028847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3621544909534028847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3621544909534028847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3621544909534028847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/02/greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='the greatest show on earth'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R7dmlCzFTgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xj2pnYsUrxQ/s72-c/IMG_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7923672425546101770</id><published>2008-01-31T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:11:17.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joining the club</title><content type='html'>So I took landon to the dr. today.....its an ear infection.  My son has joined the club.  Will is picking up his prescription now.  Hopefully he'll feel better soon.  Didn't expect that but glad its something we can make better.  Maybe we can start to get sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7923672425546101770?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7923672425546101770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7923672425546101770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7923672425546101770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7923672425546101770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/joining-club.html' title='joining the club'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7318815942543877785</id><published>2008-01-30T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:44:20.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eww</title><content type='html'>so here i am home today w/ landon. last night around 11p he starts calling out for me in bed. He had been coughing a bit and was just sounding pathetic so i go upstairs comfort him for a second and then leave. I am called back up in 10 min. with his whining..."mommy, momma......etc."&lt;br /&gt;So this time i pick him up and sit down and snuggle...he coughs and what not. At this point i can here the garage door going up ...Will had been studying and just got home, so he's moving about downstairs when all the sudden landon picks his head off my shoulder whines and then does this motion ( like when a cat is standing still and starts to move and you just know its going to yack)..and well yep, landon vomits everywhere and then does it again, and again and again..so i call for will and he comes running....poor landon...Will turns on the light and landon sees the mess on his floor..He then starts crying harder b/c he thinks he was a bad boy b/c he made a mess. i am not sure where he got that idea...So he says "messy"..and we try to assure him its okay. then we take him to the bathroom and get him cleaned up and in the meantime i'm feeling his cheek and forehead and his temperature literally increased 3 degrees in that 10 min. period...really wierd. He was on fire...we got him changed and then took his temp. 103.5..ouch...so we give him some medicine and i'm using a luke warm cloth on his head and neck. So i end up taking him to our bed to rest a bit. He was just restless and will has school the next morning so i take him back to his room and sit.  At this point i'm kinda scared and really almost about to take him to the ER b/c his heart is pounding and beating so rapid and his breathing was very heavy and VERY fast...he had the chills and shakes and was kinda acting disoriented.... and then 5 min. later...yackity yack....again. so the process is continued. He finally went to sleep and we hit the bed at about 3:45...He is well this am. No fever, no chunks, but we're buddies for the day.. He does still have a juicy cough though....ahh...daycare, love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7318815942543877785?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7318815942543877785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7318815942543877785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7318815942543877785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7318815942543877785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/eww.html' title='eww'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-6510583088075188900</id><published>2008-01-25T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:38:23.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT????</title><content type='html'>What do you mean I didn't suck my thumb when i was little?  My mom is in town and were just talking about Landon and then my brother and I ..my mom mentioned how she used to let me go to sleep w/ a bottle of juice (apparently that's the only way i'd go to sleep...haha) Then we started talking about my pacifier and landon and his pacifier and then i said, but "yeah, i sucked my thumb til i was 4"..my mom goes "no you didnt, your brother sucked his thumb, not you"..i'm like, "um, yeah i did i remember"....So i call my dad....dad says "no stacy you did not suck your thumb"...so i call my brother mike...mike says "no stacy i was the one that sucked my thumb, you had your mine (what i called the pacifier..."mine".)"&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say i'm devastated b/c i KNOW i sucked my thumb.  Not like this is something to be so proud of but when you're 27 yrs old and your whole life you think something that might not be true it IS devastating....So did i make this whole thing up about sucking my thumb? is that even possible? How do i have memories about it, but my whole family doesnt remember or know that it happend?????  Maybe it was my prior life? who knows, all i know is either they're all crazy or its just me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-6510583088075188900?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6510583088075188900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6510583088075188900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6510583088075188900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6510583088075188900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/what.html' title='WHAT????'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3485279871116474180</id><published>2008-01-17T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:56:23.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nighty night</title><content type='html'>So daycare was closed today b/c of the supposed "wintery mix" and dangerous roads we were going to have. Yeah scary stuff today----rain...it can be oh so dangerous.  We were so mad...i mean c'mon....rain? really? seriously?....so i slept for a bit b/c i worked last night, Will watched him and then when landon napped Will went to study and then I got up w/ him and played for a bit.  We then went to the mall to play in the kids play area b/c it was wet, rainy, and Landon had been inside all day....came home 'bout 5:30 and Landon walked in and put his hand to his head and said "nighty"  ...sure okay landon you want to go to bed? "yessseee"...we walk up stairs get him in jammies, wipe his hands and face clean (he had a blue lolly pop and his mouth and lips were entirely blue...i should've got a pic of that.) read books and that all took 'bout an hour and now he's in bed sleeping...and i'm blogging about it....good night sweet baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. he didnt eat lunch or dinner...just some grapes and half my pretzel at the mall....am i a great mom or what...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps....he would't eat, we offered just incase you were saying to yourself..."damn, stacy what kind of mom are you?" =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3485279871116474180?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3485279871116474180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3485279871116474180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3485279871116474180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3485279871116474180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/nighty-night.html' title='nighty night'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-6360115664145307482</id><published>2008-01-15T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:21:18.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my little man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40wzSTFLaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p280Q9ePZpw/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155830806052416930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40wzSTFLaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p280Q9ePZpw/s200/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isnt he cute?...i've been playing w/ the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40wQCTFLZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B9oJ_bBKESc/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155830200462028178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40wQCTFLZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B9oJ_bBKESc/s200/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40v5CTFLYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/00LmS4VZFHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0039_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155829805325036930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40v5CTFLYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/00LmS4VZFHQ/s200/IMG_0039_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i have a funny story. well not really funny and you'd only find it a bit humorous if you watched beauty and the geek (the tv show). Okay, so i'm at the gym yesterday around lunchtime-its not very buys...so i'm on the recumbant bike reading a book and i look up and see these two guys "working out" i put that in quotes b/c one knew what he was doing and the other didnt and was kinda learning i guess...so who do you ask were these guys...well i'll tell you...One of them i have no idea, sorry.  haha, the OTHER was a geak from the tv show....i giggled to myself, i'm thinking i'm the only dork who probably watched this show and knew who this kid was, but i wasnt gonna be the girl who goes up to him and was like "oh my gosh you were on that show" yeah that'd be lame so i just continued to pedal.  So anyhow if you watched it, it was the red head guy i think william the one w/ the blond muscular girl partner...he wasnt my favorite on the show-not even close but it was still amusing to me that he was in the gym....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all...ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21969283-6360115664145307482?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6360115664145307482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6360115664145307482' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6360115664145307482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6360115664145307482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-man.html' title='my little man'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R40wzSTFLaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/p280Q9ePZpw/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8148118839675707906</id><published>2008-01-14T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:27:35.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new toy</title><content type='html'>LOVE IT!  We spent some holiday money and got ourselves a sweet ass new camera.  Pics to follow......love it love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you highschool folk who read this i had lunch w/ Carolina (Rincon sp?) now Kavanaugh the other day.. She, Todd and their son live in Wake Forest.  We met up for a bite to eat and caught up.  Her son is only a week older than landon...it was fun...She hasnt changed a bit...I'm sure we'll all be getting together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really..&lt;br /&gt;Will started school last week and so far so good. Last night he practiced doing my blood pressure. how cute is that...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8148118839675707906?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8148118839675707906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8148118839675707906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8148118839675707906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8148118839675707906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-toy.html' title='new toy'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-596830636018606616</id><published>2008-01-05T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:12:27.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she's alive, she's alive.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4kSTFLVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D9O-8_OQGTQ/s1600-h/917416250605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152180169750162770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4kSTFLVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D9O-8_OQGTQ/s200/917416250605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...*sigh* here I am, i'm alive....no excuse for not blogging- just lazy i suppose. Thanksgiving has come and gone ( i worked), Christmas came and went (we went to charlotte to visit w/ Will's family), and the New Year is here ( worked the 31st and 1st- we popped open the sparkling bubbly.. and no we at unc did not the the area's new years baby)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much going on. Landon is a big boy. He talks and runs and jumps...but NO he doesnt sleep or eat anymore...what? like those are necessities in life? Apparently not for my little nut. He gets by, unfortunately mommy and daddy like sleep. One morning i brought him to our room, we went back to sleep and when we woke up the TV was on disney, our laundry was all over the floor in the room, a stack of cards was neatly lined up on the window sill...i have no idea what he was doing all that time but he was having fun. He's still doing well at school, he knows everyone's name and still gives hugs and kisses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working mostly all nights...kinda sucks for your body sometimes but i like it....Will starts school on Wednesday and i'm excited for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landon and I are going to Florida Feb. 29th-4th...I'd love to see all of you that live down there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i'll post more later...i hope... So whats everyone's new year resolution..i dont have one...yet.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's some pics from xmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4sCTFLWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pdUUfNKyxZo/s1600-h/317416250605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152180302894148962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4sCTFLWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pdUUfNKyxZo/s200/317416250605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4yyTFLXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DH_kJTrUmQw/s1600-h/611961250605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152180418858265970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4yyTFLXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DH_kJTrUmQw/s200/611961250605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/21969283-596830636018606616?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/596830636018606616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=596830636018606616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/596830636018606616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/596830636018606616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2008/01/shes-alive-shes-alive.html' title='she&apos;s alive, she&apos;s alive.....'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/R4A4kSTFLVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/D9O-8_OQGTQ/s72-c/917416250605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1250612667745678973</id><published>2007-11-11T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:25:54.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>potty king</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we've been semi-working w/ landon using the potty...today around nap time i took him to the potty and he pee peed...how excited were we....I called Will to the room and we were giving landon high fives and dancing around...it was funny. So we took him to target and got him this buzz lightyear toy he's been eyeing every time we're there...he loves it, was playing with it all night. We also converted his bed to a toddler bed. We figured nothing else works w/ his sleeping so this couldnt hurt. He slept on it for nap time and i'll update everyone after tonite. He seems to like it, but we'll see. Before we went to bath tonite he went pee pee again in the potty. While at target we also got him this Elmo potty book (he has a thing for elmo right now). I'm so proud of him...lets hope he keeps it up...even though he went in the potty he still went on the floor too like 10 min. later...haha...oh well..."baby" steps...here's a cute pic of tonite after he went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rzerf83UmuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6el_eKo0QQ/s1600-h/20071111_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131758865814428386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rzerf83UmuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6el_eKo0QQ/s200/20071111_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1250612667745678973?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1250612667745678973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1250612667745678973' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1250612667745678973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1250612667745678973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/11/potty-king.html' title='potty king'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rzerf83UmuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6el_eKo0QQ/s72-c/20071111_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7784431923475446544</id><published>2007-11-10T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:45:03.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?....</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged...&lt;br /&gt;A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Although I'm a nice person and mostly mild tempered, I can have a very, VERY bad temper if I'm pushed to that breaking point. And its not like anyone can get me there...only 3 people in my entire life can get me to reach that moment of complete insanity where i seriously have NO control or like my head is going to explode...who you ask...my dad ( but not since highschool days), my ex-boyfriend (who is now a great friend and does not make me angry) and my husband....(hmm..not a great thing is it......) oh well- we're working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVED college. For real, it was the greatest time of my life.....Sure there were stinky moments too..but in all, I have no regrets and sometimes daydream of going back to that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like reading romance novels....definitely more romance than i've seen in a while...not that i'm not to blame though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When my son was born there was a moment i thought he was going to die. Of course that's being a little melodramatic, but for those few seconds he was blue and not breathing i prayed to god for him to be okay...and he was, and now i love that little devil. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For the first 6 months after Landon was born I really should've been on antidepressants but was too ashamed to talk to the doctor about it (prob. b/c i was a nurse or whatever) I was so sad and happy and miserable and guilty and exhausted and utterly in love w/ my child all at once. I had very bad thoughts some time...about myself, not Landon. Glad that's over with but kinda worries me for the next child. Wish I lived closer to family and friends (at least i'm a little closer for next time, wish it could be 5 minutes close though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I was a kid I wanted to be an archaeologist. Now I look at vagina all day, and help bring babies into the world...haha...who'd-a-thunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most everyone i know that blogs has been tagged. So i tag Alexis, Jen, Jeri, Stef, and Sandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7784431923475446544?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7784431923475446544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7784431923475446544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7784431923475446544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7784431923475446544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?....'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-3508315673015257807</id><published>2007-11-05T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:20:36.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>So Landon has moved up to the next class in "school". (*sniff, my baby is growing up). I picked him up today and he was being transitioned into his new class. Some of the kids are the same and he knows the teacher...So when i went in to pick him up the teacher was in the bathroom w/ him so landon could sit on the potty...they try to start teaching them to use the potty...We've started at home too, just sitting for fun, but he has yet to use it...tonite at bath time he pulled his stool over to the potty and took out his elmo potty seat and said "potty". He of course didnt use it...but then he peed all over the floor..niiiice. His vocabulary has definitely tripled in the last couple weeks...its crazy..he talks so much...His new favorite thing to do is throw tantrums when he has to get in the carseat..SERIOUSLY the most FRUSTRATING thing in the world right now....It takes all the energy i have not to yank my hair out...i already dont have the greatest patience but this takes all i got. He wants to play in the car and beep the horn and push the buttons..everything but sit in his seat...I saw this neat thing in a kids magazine that its like a dashboard(steering wheel/buttons) that you can put on/in the carseat..so i'm thinking maybe that'll help, i of course want it right NOW, and i cant....Anyone have any suggestions????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout it...still working nights, which drains me, but my paychecks are nicer...and that's all folks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ry-y7RVmk5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/67EM8G9Zje4/s1600-h/20071027_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129515231934321554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ry-y7RVmk5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/67EM8G9Zje4/s200/20071027_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is from Vollmer Farms (pumpkin patch and playgrounds in stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-3508315673015257807?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/3508315673015257807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=3508315673015257807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3508315673015257807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/3508315673015257807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/11/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ry-y7RVmk5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/67EM8G9Zje4/s72-c/20071027_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4854915919793402763</id><published>2007-11-03T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:19:31.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monkeying around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Halloween has come and gone...Landon did alright for his first time trick or treating...granted we only went to like 5 houses but still. I was kinda disappointed w/ our neighborhood. I was all hoping it was family oriented when we moved here, and not so much. Half the houses didnt have their lights on and werent participating in the halloween festivities....oh well, we'll do something different next year... Landon had a parade at his "school" on the 30th and that was cute...seeing all his little friends in their costumes (whew was that a mess, cute..., but a hot mess.) Here's some pics from the fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzlWxVmk2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NTbLcRiN3wI/s1600-h/20071030_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128726255031980898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzlWxVmk2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NTbLcRiN3wI/s200/20071030_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzllxVmk3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hbtJ-6gy2oY/s1600-h/20071031_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128726512730018674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzllxVmk3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hbtJ-6gy2oY/s200/20071031_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzluxVmk4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mm4vJuxP3Fk/s1600-h/20071031_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128726667348841346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzluxVmk4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mm4vJuxP3Fk/s200/20071031_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/21969283-4854915919793402763?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4854915919793402763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4854915919793402763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4854915919793402763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4854915919793402763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/11/monkeying-around.html' title='monkeying around'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RyzlWxVmk2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NTbLcRiN3wI/s72-c/20071030_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5688971214973182824</id><published>2007-10-14T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:08:28.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monkey see monkey do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLZfiTnF6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sck_DVw0D-s/s1600-h/20071014_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121394862081906594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLZfiTnF6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sck_DVw0D-s/s200/20071014_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we've decided landon is going to be a monkey for halloween. Will calls him that, he climbs everywhere and on anything and its just cute. here's so pics of him today running around in the top part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLZlyTnF7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gy0qktQ1yTI/s1600-h/20071014_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121394969456089010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLZlyTnF7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gy0qktQ1yTI/s200/20071014_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&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/21969283-5688971214973182824?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5688971214973182824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5688971214973182824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5688971214973182824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5688971214973182824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/10/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='monkey see monkey do'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLZfiTnF6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sck_DVw0D-s/s72-c/20071014_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7365277387391048079</id><published>2007-10-14T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:05:35.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon's girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLYryTnF4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/21nY9ZS_Ss0/s1600-h/20071012_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121393973023676290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLYryTnF4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/21nY9ZS_Ss0/s200/20071012_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLYySTnF5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPjcJTh5gKM/s1600-h/20071012_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121394084692826002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLYySTnF5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPjcJTh5gKM/s200/20071012_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's some pics of the post below (this is the girl who kisses him all day)&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/21969283-7365277387391048079?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7365277387391048079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7365277387391048079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7365277387391048079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7365277387391048079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/10/landons-girls.html' title='Landon&apos;s girls'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RxLYryTnF4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/21nY9ZS_Ss0/s72-c/20071012_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5687377740742862655</id><published>2007-10-11T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:20:42.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My son the pimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rw6ToSTnF3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pYTwjOYypok/s1600-h/20070914_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120192146684974962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rw6ToSTnF3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pYTwjOYypok/s200/20070914_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go to pick Landon up from daycare today and we usually go through this whole goodbye process. He waves bubye and gives hugs and hi fives to everyone. Today was So funny! My son is going to be such the heartbreaker.....He was sitting in my lap so i could tie his shoes and 2 girl-friends were over near us and he proceeds to pull Grace down to him and hug her, then decides she's not enough and pulls Betsy down too and is hugging here...then he runs over to Darby and basically tackles her to the floor w/ hugs...We thought she was going to bang her head at first but she didnt...didnt cry either. Then while they're still embraced on the floor she gives him a kiss.....haha....*sigh* what am i going to be dealing with............what can i say, i make beautiful charming children....=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5687377740742862655?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5687377740742862655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5687377740742862655' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5687377740742862655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5687377740742862655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-son-pimp.html' title='My son the pimp'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rw6ToSTnF3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pYTwjOYypok/s72-c/20070914_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7155198022895003630</id><published>2007-10-04T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:12:34.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You likes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RwVW7yTnF1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4cfGwD9dNEc/s1600-h/20071004_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117592136692733778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RwVW7yTnF1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4cfGwD9dNEc/s200/20071004_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided i needed a change..i got my hair cut and colored today...woohoo...what do you think? i really like it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RwVXMCTnF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-sQTaLPo4d8/s1600-h/20071004_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117592415865608034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RwVXMCTnF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-sQTaLPo4d8/s200/20071004_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/21969283-7155198022895003630?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7155198022895003630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7155198022895003630' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7155198022895003630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7155198022895003630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-likes.html' title='You likes?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RwVW7yTnF1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4cfGwD9dNEc/s72-c/20071004_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7946368018859123688</id><published>2007-09-28T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:29:31.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17 months</title><content type='html'>so Landon is now 17 months of crazy !  He is talking lots more: he says: mama, dada, bubba (for cooper), dog, woof woof, moo, meow, duck, baaaaaa (sheep), neigh (horse), sticker, apple, wawa (water), milk, purple, back (black) blue, red, yellow, circle, nose, eye, mouth, knee, nana, papa, ella, ick (nick), anga (angela), dardar (darby) -(his school friends), hi, bye, ravoli (ravioli), book, light,...he basically will attempt to repeat other words we say as well...oh, he also definitely knows how to say NO....mmm. one of his favorites&lt;br /&gt;he weighs 27 lbs and is 33 inches tall, still has 7 teeth but some are coming in now.&lt;br /&gt;climbs, runs is CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute, i love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7946368018859123688?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7946368018859123688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7946368018859123688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7946368018859123688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7946368018859123688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/09/17-months.html' title='17 months'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2660749534515416049</id><published>2007-09-12T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:10:29.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Jewish New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ruh_f5zXMOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4_0k1SXon_w/s1600-h/20070912_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109473963320750306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ruh_f5zXMOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4_0k1SXon_w/s200/20070912_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'Shanah Tovah to all my jewbie friends and family...=) here's some photos of Landon enjoying his apples and honey...the honey he enjoyed VERY much. I hope nana and papa are proud of their good jewish daughter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ruh_opzXMPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bQdvPNr-8Qo/s1600-h/20070912_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109474113644605682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ruh_opzXMPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bQdvPNr-8Qo/s200/20070912_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/21969283-2660749534515416049?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2660749534515416049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2660749534515416049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2660749534515416049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2660749534515416049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-jewish-new-year.html' title='Happy Jewish New Year'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ruh_f5zXMOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4_0k1SXon_w/s72-c/20070912_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7168015872024776059</id><published>2007-09-12T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:17:34.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>such a sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so today i decided to go to the mall. day off + landon at daycare= me time...yipee. So here i am, just getting to the mall and not more than 10 feet and one of those people from the kiosks in the middle of the mall gets me. He "drags" me in and starts shmoozing me. I really do like the product he was trying to get me to buy....its the dead sea salt products - very nice stuff if you ever try it....so this is how it plays out (very long story short), he starts by talking to me and wanting to show me something..."my name is Life and i'm going to change your life..." (yeah, blah blah blah, suuuuure) so he does this buffing thing to my nails---WOW it is really cool i have to say, my nails are super shiny all on their own, no polish or anything..and smooth, i'm impressed. so needless to say i said sorry too expensive, so then he says okay and say's i'll give it to you 25% off...okay, so then he's like yada yada yada and then shows me more....this exfoliating stuff but there's no beads or salt/sand stuff (how it exfoliates a total mystery-but it works) its for your face but he shows me on my arm, once again, awesome product, then he puts this moisturizer on over it...nice, but nothing too too great like the first products...so then he says basically he'll make me a deal....and i say i can't, i dont have lots of money and i can't be spending lots right now...(real quick---this guy is israeli, and tonight starts rosh hashanah the jewish new year so of course i start chatting w/ him about this and that and this guy is a great sales guy.....he kept going on and on about whatever...it was quite amusing..do they go to school for this stuff...????) anyway...so i tell him i cant, he says okay, what about this.....long story i ended up getting all the products but paid half of what they were listed on the price list....so i can't really complain. Should i have bought them, no. Are they great product and am i glad i did...yes. i recommend these to anyone.!!! ( but then again, i'm like damn it, i'm such a sucker...geesh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note...we at the Wrigley house all just finished getting over a stomach bug--NOT fun, and glad that's through. all is well. Landon is talking lots, he's a maniac and hilarious. I have my moments of complete frustration and want to melt down but then he hugs me and i forget about it all.....for a moment. haha... for real, i love him. he has a mohawk now. has for 2 weeks, it was traumatic...he hates those clippers so i dont know what we're going to do when he needs another cut.....work is good..had some highly emotional experiences lately w/ babies being very early gestation and being not viable...but my coworkers are great and Will is really supportive so that helps...makes me very thankful for my little boy....I send all my good mojo towards christina who is NEXT for the baby train. woohoo.....peace out yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rug7J5zXMNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jejFuJIipWY/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109398818572939474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rug7J5zXMNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jejFuJIipWY/s200/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dont mind my hair,......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7168015872024776059?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7168015872024776059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7168015872024776059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7168015872024776059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7168015872024776059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/09/such-sucker.html' title='such a sucker'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rug7J5zXMNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jejFuJIipWY/s72-c/IMG_3085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2286571749785757272</id><published>2007-08-27T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:10:00.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Tag</title><content type='html'>1. Where did you meet your husband? um, online.....&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thing you said to your husband? online--"do i know you?"...in person... "hi"&lt;br /&gt;3. Where was your first date? hmm...good question..when we first met in person, he came to my house at 1am straight from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;4. Where was your first kiss? in my bedroom that same night. (but that's where it stopped!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you have a long or short engagement? haha, well if you call it an engagement.  Will called me from basic training saying I had to call his mom and set a date to get married b/c we needed to get married on his 2 week break before we had to move to D.C. (niiiiice)&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you get engaged? See Above&lt;br /&gt;7. Where were you married?1st time, in Michigan, 2nd time in Leesburg, Virginia @ Lansdowne Resort  (&lt;a href="http://www.lansdowneresort.com/"&gt;http://www.lansdowneresort.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;8. How did the reception go? 2nd time- so fun, I'm so happy my friends could share that day w/ me&lt;br /&gt;9. How was the honeymoon?  Great.  We went to St. Lucia for a week, relaxed and what not.  I did get sun poisoning and that was NOT fun, but all in all good, I think i'll go somewhere else before i go back there though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, you are tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2286571749785757272?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2286571749785757272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2286571749785757272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2286571749785757272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2286571749785757272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-tag.html' title='Wedding Tag'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7051675462254436311</id><published>2007-08-25T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:07:44.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDdZoMqt5I/AAAAAAAAADk/gzg392CMJJE/s1600-h/ProfBellyPics+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102821810167789458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDdZoMqt5I/AAAAAAAAADk/gzg392CMJJE/s200/ProfBellyPics+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm NOT pregnant again,  i FINALLY got the photo disc from when i had preggo photos taken before i had landon. yeah, just a year and a half later....haha, here's some of my fav's. enjoy...it'll be a while until my belly looks like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDcsoMqt3I/AAAAAAAAADU/6Li6nSAljZU/s1600-h/belly1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102821037073676146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDcsoMqt3I/AAAAAAAAADU/6Li6nSAljZU/s200/belly1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDc5oMqt4I/AAAAAAAAADc/8s1G4MLfFt0/s1600-h/belly2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102821260411975554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDc5oMqt4I/AAAAAAAAADc/8s1G4MLfFt0/s200/belly2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDfDYMqt7I/AAAAAAAAADw/GsLgn9bthI8/s1600-h/ProfBellyPics+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102823626938955698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDfDYMqt7I/AAAAAAAAADw/GsLgn9bthI8/s200/ProfBellyPics+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/21969283-7051675462254436311?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7051675462254436311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7051675462254436311' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7051675462254436311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7051675462254436311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RtDdZoMqt5I/AAAAAAAAADk/gzg392CMJJE/s72-c/ProfBellyPics+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2249544351820154002</id><published>2007-08-23T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:52:28.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats</title><content type='html'>Congrats to Keri and Keith Donald on their new baby boy Corgan (&amp; to Annabelle a big sis)&lt;br /&gt;Born 8/22/07 @ 8:03pm&lt;br /&gt;8lb 9oz and20 1/2 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2249544351820154002?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2249544351820154002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2249544351820154002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2249544351820154002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2249544351820154002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/congrats.html' title='congrats'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8071671659193860487</id><published>2007-08-13T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:19:45.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME!</title><content type='html'>Welcome a new baby Gallers to the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIN AUDREY GALLERS&lt;br /&gt;7LB 4 OZ, 20 IN&lt;br /&gt;8/13/2007 12:27am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad are doing great!!! pics to follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8071671659193860487?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8071671659193860487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8071671659193860487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8071671659193860487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8071671659193860487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome.html' title='WELCOME!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4481857498967531478</id><published>2007-08-10T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:40:30.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>splish splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqvIbfyOI/AAAAAAAAADM/5AyzZGERoak/s1600-h/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097066236225767650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqvIbfyOI/AAAAAAAAADM/5AyzZGERoak/s200/IMG_3015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqoYbfyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/d3ybEIPRGhA/s1600-h/IMG_3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097066120261650642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqoYbfyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/d3ybEIPRGhA/s200/IMG_3013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's some cute pics of landon in the tub the other night.&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/21969283-4481857498967531478?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4481857498967531478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4481857498967531478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4481857498967531478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4481857498967531478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/splish-splash.html' title='splish splash'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqvIbfyOI/AAAAAAAAADM/5AyzZGERoak/s72-c/IMG_3015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1361360969848464478</id><published>2007-08-10T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:37:59.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqEIbfyMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ru4EmWOV6KY/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097065497491392706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqEIbfyMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ru4EmWOV6KY/s200/IMG_3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a pleasure to wake up this morning to my sweet boy. All smiles, looking for his "mama". He wasn't cranky, he woke up around 7 or so, and was fun. I was working these past 2 days which means i didnt see him and something this am just seemed different. He is "talking" a lot more and just acting like such a big boy. Where did my baby go? He's saying "ooper" for Cooper and "bubba" sometimes, we call Cooper bubba sometimes so i dont know if thats for him too? He'll say "Na" for "more" while he's signing more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different subject yesterday at work was nutty. I had a good day but didn't end up leaving work til 8:40p. - didnt get home til 9:15. fun times!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work again Sun,mon,tues night....baby Erin wait for Aunt Stacy......(not good for Angelle, though--she wants her out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-1361360969848464478?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1361360969848464478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1361360969848464478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1361360969848464478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1361360969848464478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-sweet-boy.html' title='my sweet boy'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RrxqEIbfyMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ru4EmWOV6KY/s72-c/IMG_3022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-4786168716862558290</id><published>2007-08-07T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:05:04.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so its freaking hot here...90s everyday....Just sitting here on my day off w/ no motivation to do anything. Will got a job at PF Changs..mmmm yummy. Landon started saying "poopoo" and not much else really...here's a cute pic of Landon from our Hive reunion (friends reunion) that was in June...his hair seems so long now that its buzzed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rri0LobfyLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kMV4eNasM7s/s1600-h/landonhive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096021090294024370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rri0LobfyLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kMV4eNasM7s/s200/landonhive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-4786168716862558290?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/4786168716862558290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=4786168716862558290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4786168716862558290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/4786168716862558290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-hot.html' title='its hot'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rri0LobfyLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kMV4eNasM7s/s72-c/landonhive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2895395140772566319</id><published>2007-07-27T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:28:55.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months</title><content type='html'>Landon is 15 months now and he just had his appt. 25lbs and 32 inches long. &lt;br /&gt;Words spoken: dada, mama, duck, dog, woof woof, quack quack, hot dog, neigh (for horse), nana (pronounced naw naw--for his pacifier) starting to say hi, bubye and ba (ball)....of course there can be variations of these at any time.&lt;br /&gt;Signed words: Hi, bye, light, fan, more, milk, eat, grapes, apple, shoes, ball, cat, water, hat, thank you, please, book, brush teeth, there's more i just cant think..(its been a long day at work*)&lt;br /&gt;Body parts he points to: hair, head, eyes, nose, cheek, ears, knee, foot, toes, mouth&lt;br /&gt;He still loves looking at books, loves going to school and playing w/ friends, loves to give hugs (especially to friends at school ) gives high fives, climbs everything and anything, gets frustrated easily when he cant do something or isnt aloud to do something, has 6 teeth and 2 on the way through....is the love of my life and i cant imagine my life w/out him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(** today at work i delivered twins vaginally...and by "i delivered" i mean i was there/her nurse, not that i actually caught babies...=)  hope all you preggos are feeling good and happy. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2895395140772566319?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2895395140772566319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2895395140772566319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2895395140772566319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2895395140772566319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-months.html' title='15 months'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-6098233211513068167</id><published>2007-07-27T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:17:50.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my hair did...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RqqYsYbfyJI/AAAAAAAAACk/IBN9I08UGbg/s1600-h/IMG_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092050216935213202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RqqYsYbfyJI/AAAAAAAAACk/IBN9I08UGbg/s200/IMG_2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're broke basically (not really broke, just living paycheck to paycheck) and refuse to pay someone to cut landon's hair, so Will took it upon himself to do something about that. I was in bed the other morning, just resting while Will got Landon out of bed...after a bit I hear landon's whining. At first I thought he was getting his diaper changed (he still doesnt like that so much) but it didnt stop...after a few minutes i finally got out of bed and went in the playroom where i find Will buzzing Landon's head w/ his clippers. Poor baby was whining and some tears coming down (not really crying though). I think it was the noise mostly scaring him...it was over pretty quick after that and i think he looks darn cute. But then again i'm his mom...but he really is that cute, ... really.! =) Seriously though..he looks so much like my dad...shhh dont tell Will. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RqqY5IbfyKI/AAAAAAAAACs/CSr7d9dKQEw/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092050435978545314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RqqY5IbfyKI/AAAAAAAAACs/CSr7d9dKQEw/s200/IMG_2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-6098233211513068167?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/6098233211513068167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=6098233211513068167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6098233211513068167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/6098233211513068167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-my-hair-didagain.html' title='I got my hair did...again.'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RqqYsYbfyJI/AAAAAAAAACk/IBN9I08UGbg/s72-c/IMG_2946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5709641020056205595</id><published>2007-07-18T20:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:54:38.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rp62Qy2w5dI/AAAAAAAAACc/LUHNEW_BR_M/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088705028620871122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rp62Qy2w5dI/AAAAAAAAACc/LUHNEW_BR_M/s200/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes! Landon is finally saying "mama"...he had been kinda saying it, but not really.....then this am in his crib when he was ready to get up and out he called for "dada" then "mama"..yay!!! he otherwise still only says a few words -"ducka, doga, hotdoga,woof woof and sometime bubye"...he signs lots of words..some of the newer ones are grapes, apple, thank you, cat,...one day i'll list all the words he can sign..there's quite a few. His 15 month appt is next thursday....i'll update after that. last time we weighed him he was 25 1/2 lb and 'bout 31 in tall...we'll see..i'll write more later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5709641020056205595?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5709641020056205595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5709641020056205595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5709641020056205595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5709641020056205595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/07/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rp62Qy2w5dI/AAAAAAAAACc/LUHNEW_BR_M/s72-c/IMG_2907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1648701294291966541</id><published>2007-07-16T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:33:18.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Eno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RpvHFy2w5aI/AAAAAAAAACE/71bgiaMpoe4/s1600-h/IMG_2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087879106409850274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RpvHFy2w5aI/AAAAAAAAACE/71bgiaMpoe4/s200/IMG_2897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last weeken we decided to go to Eno River for a hike with Landon. &lt;a href="http://www.ils.unc.edu/parkproject/visit/enri/home.html"&gt;http://www.ils.unc.edu/parkproject/visit/enri/home.html&lt;/a&gt; We never really do anything so we decided even a hike was something different. It was hot and long and exhausting but fun. Landon started to fall asleep near the end of the hike. It was quite amusing. Will was carrying him in the backpack and Landon's head was falling foward and then he'd whine when his head bumped Will's..here's a photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RpvHZS2w5cI/AAAAAAAAACU/d4_IRq3rU0A/s1600-h/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087879441417299394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RpvHZS2w5cI/AAAAAAAAACU/d4_IRq3rU0A/s200/IMG_2904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/21969283-1648701294291966541?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1648701294291966541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1648701294291966541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1648701294291966541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1648701294291966541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/07/lake-eno.html' title='Lake Eno'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RpvHFy2w5aI/AAAAAAAAACE/71bgiaMpoe4/s72-c/IMG_2897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2859673318889025811</id><published>2007-07-03T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:11:05.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RopKwiHytlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qOq9nWaeHsg/s1600-h/IMG_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082957327094691410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RopKwiHytlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qOq9nWaeHsg/s200/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So work is going good, landon's daycare is going good, and Will is doing well. Don't have much to say right this second. We went to Charlotte a couple weekends ago, for the HIVE reunion and it was so much fun being w/ everyone. I think we're going to see Transformers today....and hopefully we can find something to do for the 4th...I'll write more later..(I think Landon kinda looks like my dad in this photo....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2859673318889025811?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2859673318889025811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2859673318889025811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2859673318889025811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2859673318889025811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-work-is-going-good-landons-daycare.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RopKwiHytlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qOq9nWaeHsg/s72-c/IMG_2858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8545454585432649766</id><published>2007-05-31T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:40:53.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still alive</title><content type='html'>Ha ha...its been awhile...lots has been going on.  I am going to start my 4th week of orientation at work on tues.  Its crazy! I'm so exhausted.  I have a totally new respect for L &amp; D nurses...i'm so busy and there's so much to do all the time.   Not that i wasnt busy in mother/baby but its a totally different busy..i go home so tired.  And its not like i can just leave and walk to my car either...i have to wait for a bus to take me to the commuter lot.  On weekends or nights you can park in the lot across the street so that's good.  I AM enjoying my job though....and things are becoming easier as the days progress....(just so much to remember)  Landon starts a new daycare on monday.  We took him out of the other one after 2 weeks b/c he wasnt doing well.  I know there will be an adjustment period but it was bad.  First day or two was okay but then he wouldnt eat...he wouldnt pick up food or pick up a sippy cup and we got a progress note that said "please work w/ landon at home to eat and drink by himself " Will and I were like "HUH?".  He's been doing fine at home for months so this was a surprise to us.  He also just looked so unhappy when he was picked up and then he would cry when he was dropped off and be very clingy...So this new daycare he'll be in a class w/ kids only in his age group (12-16 or 18 months) as opposed to up to 24months...The teacher will hopefully be more willing to work w/ him since she works w/ kids just his age.  We're also going to go about this differently.  When he started the teacher basically said we should leave him there all day. ( we were going to stay w/ him for a bit and ease him in) she said it would be harder for him to adjust...well damn it i think he felt abandoned that way--so we're doing it OUR way.  So we're going tomorrow for a bit and he'll officially start monday...&lt;br /&gt;Will starts volunteering at the hospital in a week. as of now he's going to be in Surgical Pathology so we'll see how he likes that.. He also applied for a part time job at Best Buy.  We figure we might as well get some discount from wherever he's working...(new digital camera will be first i hope) so he's talked to them and i think they're just trying to figure where they can fit him in the days he can work.&lt;br /&gt;So thats bout it for catching up.  Here's a newbie...We're going to start reserving a spot in the ER for Landon.  Whew this kid has no fear and i'll be worrying all the time as he grows up.  Last night at bathtime he decides to climb out of the tub.  Its not like we werent right there either. We were!  landon was all soapy though and he just climbed up and slipped through the little bugger.  he fell and busted his nose (we're hoping its not broken....) it was a little bloody but nothing too bad...I broke my nose when i was 4 and apparently my parents didnt know until i went to the doctor for them to check on my ears...so i'm hoping i dont find out at doctors appt that he had broken his nose....it looks fine to me..my poor baby gets so many boo boos....(on a good note we got insurance back today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8545454585432649766?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8545454585432649766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8545454585432649766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8545454585432649766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8545454585432649766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-alive.html' title='i&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-234238565050870340</id><published>2007-04-25T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:02:24.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Landon's first bday has come and gone. Kinda hard to believe....we didnt do much b/c we originally weren't planning to be here and it being on a tuesday meant that people wouldn't really be able to come here. We went to lunch at CPK and played outside and played with new toys, and he devoured his cupcake. It was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ri_nV3n3gLI/AAAAAAAAABs/8rICyJ5o6do/s1600-h/IMG_2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057515269454790834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ri_nV3n3gLI/AAAAAAAAABs/8rICyJ5o6do/s200/IMG_2677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise this past week he's been sick and is just now getting over it. He had been having a raspy cough and snotty and then one night he spiked a fever of 103.9. He was already asleep in my arms so opted not for the bath but a cool washcloth that I would put on his neck and head. He had tylenol and slowly it went down but he slept with us that night and the night after b/c he just wasnt sleeping well with coughing and being snotty. But like i said its basically gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got a cool pool playyard for a present here's a quick shot of it..its pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ri_oOHn3gMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AjfbY8UZEKU/s1600-h/IMG_2690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057516235822432450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ri_oOHn3gMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AjfbY8UZEKU/s200/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played with that today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an update on Landon's accomplishments:  4 teeth, can sleep through the night but he prefers not too..haha....says "duck" "doggie" "dada" and "hotdog" ( i'm apparently chopped liver)...he signs 12 words i think...(hi,bye,eat,more,milk,water,outside,please,up,tree,fan,light,---he's working on bath, change, and thank you but he doesnt do them consistently enough to say he has them...), walking like a maniac, tries to run, climbs all over everything, up everything, he's such a "monkey" which is why we call him that.  He eats mostly all people food now and is still really picky..it changes from day to day. He loves hotdogs, and kiwis and pizza and blueberries and grapes but doesnt really like cheese or pears anymore.  He still will eat applesauce occasionally...  We are transitioning him to real milk.  We have been mixing w/ his formula and he's now down to only one ounce of formula with 6 or 7 oz of milk.  He is having 2 "bottles" a day but really only a bottle at night--sippy in the morning.  If he asks for milk throughout the day i'll give him a bit, but he really likes his water.  He will now scream and squeal to let us know he's displeased at something...I'm hoping he grows out of that..we're working on that little issue right now.  He is still pretty good in public places and loves to say hi and bye to everyone he see.  He loves to give me hugs and kisses, loves to hug his bunny, his doggie cooper and mostly every stuffed animal will get a hug if he comes across 'em.  He likes to look out the window at the "ducka" and watch them waddle and "kawka" (quack).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh...he starts daycare in may....and that should be interesting, he's still very attached to me at the moment...i'm looking foward to starting work though....i'll keep everyone posted and post some stuff about disney when we get back.&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/21969283-234238565050870340?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/234238565050870340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=234238565050870340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/234238565050870340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/234238565050870340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/04/one.html' title='ONE!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Ri_nV3n3gLI/AAAAAAAAABs/8rICyJ5o6do/s72-c/IMG_2677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-2971532142908240624</id><published>2007-04-12T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:26:16.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M-I-C........K-E-Y.......M-O-U-S-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, we are not going to the Cayman islands on the 21st. Will's grandma passed away and his father has postponed the trip--which is totally understandable. (sad, but understandable) I was so looking foward to this vacation. His dad got insurance on the trip, knowing something might happen...so for now we're planning on a vacation with the family later this year. He is sending Will, Landon, and I on a mini vacation though. We really need it. Will and I are at eachother's throats everyday...I'm not sure if its stress, or just that we have been around eachother day and night for a bit too long now, that we both haven't been to work in a while---work is a getaway for me at least...time for adult conversation and a way to use my brain and feel like i'm useful, that i have purpose. I'm not saying i dont enjoy being home with landon, but i need time away or i get really cranky. I guess i'm not meant to be a stay at home mom....maybe when daycare starts or when we have more kids and they are older and have activites/school it will be a different story but this past year has drained me. Kudos to Keri who seems to LOVE being home with Belle and Nikki who is going to stay home now and start her business....I'm jealous that you seem to have it all together...I---be it may from lack of family/friends in the areas i've lived for support --could not keep staying at home all the time w/ landon. I worked weekends this past year and that helped but sometimes i just wished i had other help (family/daycare...) Will was there but i definitely consider myself the main caregiver..I'm not sure where this whole rant came from...i was blogging about something entirely different...I just feel guilty sometimes for wanting to be away from him. I know i shouldnt but i do. He's also in this stage now where he just wants mommy,...up up mommy, pick me up mommy...whines/cries for mommy...only better if mommy is there...shows he loves and trusts me but wow, its draining... He also has quite the personality on him...whew this kid is something else...i LOVE him, I could not imagine my life without him...he blows my mind how smart he is...but good gracious he's growing up way too fast...Looking back on this past year i really should have been evaluated for baby blues or pp depression or something...I think pride got in the way or the fact that i'm a postpartum nurse and felt obligated to be "perfect"...i'm just glad i'm closer to family now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY..back to my original blog ...we're going to Disney instead...We're going April 27th - May 1st...then come back here..then get this i fly right back to Orlando on the 3rd for my friend Jen's wedding...This should be interesting considering its only ME going..Will and Landon will be taking care of eachother from thurs-sunday....I'll miss them, but am WAY excited to get some girl time/party time....P.S. I miss all my friends...and love you all very much!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rh7b7WwF5UI/AAAAAAAAABk/ISUph5e5SDo/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052717644722332994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rh7b7WwF5UI/AAAAAAAAABk/ISUph5e5SDo/s200/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's a pic of landon "bringing sexy back" in his swim suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-2971532142908240624?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/2971532142908240624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=2971532142908240624' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2971532142908240624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/2971532142908240624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/04/m-i-ck-e-ym-o-u-s-e.html' title='M-I-C........K-E-Y.......M-O-U-S-E'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rh7b7WwF5UI/AAAAAAAAABk/ISUph5e5SDo/s72-c/IMG_2292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-1356395515113738639</id><published>2007-04-09T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:53:20.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my hair did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Landon got his hair cut for the first time last week and I thought I'd share some before and after shots. It was getting crazy out of control. I think by the 3rd person calling him she or her we were like, okay lets go do this... He did GREAT! He had fun, and laughed and watched dora and sat in an airplane..no crying no whining no nothing!!! The put some cut curls in a ziplock pouch w/ his name and the date on it too..how cute...here's the before&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhremRnf3dI/AAAAAAAAABE/8WJ-tUNcMvk/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051594681194896850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhremRnf3dI/AAAAAAAAABE/8WJ-tUNcMvk/s200/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rhrevxnf3eI/AAAAAAAAABM/rhj5YIeJWtg/s1600-h/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051594844403654114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rhrevxnf3eI/AAAAAAAAABM/rhj5YIeJWtg/s200/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here's the after....drum roll..............................................................--------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhrfEhnf3fI/AAAAAAAAABU/4BYQWojLVHo/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051595200885939698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhrfEhnf3fI/AAAAAAAAABU/4BYQWojLVHo/s200/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhrfLxnf3gI/AAAAAAAAABc/CWGl8uKb1Gw/s1600-h/IMG_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051595325439991298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhrfLxnf3gI/AAAAAAAAABc/CWGl8uKb1Gw/s200/IMG_2468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of having everything he can find in his mouth...he now has 3 teeth and the 4th is probably going to pop through tonite...then he'll have 2 upper and 2 lower...he's also VERY picky about what he eats now..i'm lucky if i can get anything in..even if he eats it one day he's not guaranteed to do the same the next.....but he's so darn cute. On another note, for those that read my "real mom" diddy about the busted eyelid---its okay....we did go to the ER that night b/c it was a pretty good gash, but they opted no stitch just b/c it would be more torment than necessary....they put a steristrip on and it came off tonite in the bath...all is okay. he's a trooper!&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/21969283-1356395515113738639?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/1356395515113738639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=1356395515113738639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1356395515113738639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/1356395515113738639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-my-hair-did.html' title='I got my hair did'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/RhremRnf3dI/AAAAAAAAABE/8WJ-tUNcMvk/s72-c/IMG_2429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8435600165542456272</id><published>2007-04-07T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:05:49.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are many things to blog about but I'll start here and add more later. Quick diddy: we moved to durham and currently are in charlotte for my niece's babtism (on the wrigley side)...and landon's sleeping and i'm going to get some shut eye...I was tagged by Nikki...so i'll do my best-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms cry from exhaustion, frustration, and lack of "me" time, but love their baby none the less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms have been pooped on, peed on, spit up on, and then hugged and kissed so its all okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms will go without a shower b/c someone refuses to take his nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms make fools of themselves in public places to make their kids smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms are hopeful that the busted eyelid their son got from slipping in the tub will be one of the worst boo boos he'll ever get (only wishful thinking...unfortunately)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms wish that nap would last just a little bit longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms will let their child take every single DVD out of its place if it makes him happy ( and we have LOTS of them...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rhg9eQT4p4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tCWLK8Z32DI/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050854572079753090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rhg9eQT4p4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tCWLK8Z32DI/s200/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms LOVE their baby's slobbery wet kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms are okay with their after baby bodies (yeah RIGHT! =) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms have had some battle wounds from their delivery --that last 7 freakin months...( i wish this upon no one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms will do everything in their power to make sure their child has food to eat and a safe place to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms are thankful they have been blessed with their children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real moms NEED a break every now and again...and thats OKAY!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all of my blogging friends have been tagged (from HIVE) Soooo if Sandra and Stef read this...you've been tagged to blog on your sites .....&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/21969283-8435600165542456272?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8435600165542456272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8435600165542456272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8435600165542456272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8435600165542456272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-moms.html' title='Real Moms'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/Rhg9eQT4p4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tCWLK8Z32DI/s72-c/IMG_2060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-7394273415908140605</id><published>2007-03-27T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:05:12.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><content type='html'>so my last day of work was yesterday...kinda bittersweet.  I'm really excited to start a new job but i'll miss my friends.. we are running around trying to pack up the last of our things..there are boxes everywhere and furniture in the garage and still we have so much more to pack.  My mom comes thursday, dad comes friday and we move down on saturday...pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, landon is now 11 months.  He now has 2 bottom teeth and is teething so who knows how many more are going to pop out soon.  he's saying dada but not sure if the association is there.  he's now also signing "eat, tree, please (although its his own version of please haha)," along w/ the others he already did...walking like crazy. walking in shoes great now which at first he wasnt so good at. we got him some sandal like shoes today as well and he did great in those too....thats 'bout it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the mall today and i did the dreaded bathing suit shopping. we're going to grand cayman in april w/ will's family and i felt the need for a new suit.  I've been in a slump lately when it comes to my body so i'm not so excited about putting on a suit in front of everyone.  So going bathing suit shopping sucks to begin w/.  You're standing in front of a mirror w/ all your flaws showing and i swear everything look 10x worse in those mirrors and lights. grrrr...i tried on some tankinis and skirts and then regular tops and bottoms, tried on one pieces which i've NEVER worn, and i actually found 2 i like at the 3rd store. i ended up w/ a tankini top and regular bottom and then ANOTHER suit, black, w/ tie at the hip bottoms to lessen the hip bulge and a halter top.  I'm not so bold to take pics and post them but maybe ones from vacation will show up on here.  I'm hoping after we move i'll get back to the gym and start eating a little better. we've been doing a lot of take out w/ packing/moving stuff.  Plus i've been drinking way too much soda...i need to cut that crap out.....enough ranting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-7394273415908140605?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/7394273415908140605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=7394273415908140605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7394273415908140605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/7394273415908140605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/03/whew.html' title='whew'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5843685375330788104</id><published>2007-03-11T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:33:40.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we have a tooth!</title><content type='html'>So finally landon has his first tooth. I was putting him to bed last night and i was putting some oragel on his gums and sure enough there was a pointy thing on the bottom gums.  So of course i waited til morning to try to look and its sooo cute...i can't wait to see it bigger and him to get more teeth.....I could do w/out the teething and chewing and drooling though...i'll try to get a pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5843685375330788104?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5843685375330788104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5843685375330788104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5843685375330788104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5843685375330788104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-tooth.html' title='we have a tooth!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-744267301409228752</id><published>2007-03-10T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:27:14.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official</title><content type='html'>so its official---we're homeowners.  I went down to durham this weekend and we closed on friday. everything went smooth and all is well.  i also checked out a few daycares...that's a whole different story.  one was super nice and super expensive, one was a "never will i EVER send my child there" and the other was where i think we're going to take him. &lt;a href="http://www.littleprosacademy.com/"&gt;http://www.littleprosacademy.com/&lt;/a&gt;  it has the part time option which we want and the price is something we can afford. &lt;br /&gt;Update on Landon.  He's still sleeping pretty well, we're just trying to cut his early morning bottle out or else he'll never sleep through til 7. He usually wakes up for a bottle from 5:30 to 6:30 if he's up at 6:30 then i just keep him up for the day and thats that. He is still taking 2 naps. at first he was taking 1 nap but that must have just been a phase b/c he's happier w/ 2. He prefers to walk instead of crawling and gets frustrated when he falls.  He's signing "milk", "more", "light", "fan", "hi" and "byebye". still no verbal words though. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of this month is going to fly by.  we go back to the house this weekend to paint and the weekend after i have a wedding to go to and then the next weekend we move...crazy....here's to hoping everything goes smoothly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-744267301409228752?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/744267301409228752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=744267301409228752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/744267301409228752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/744267301409228752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-official.html' title='Its official'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-8821106132634507058</id><published>2007-03-03T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:19:32.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/ReoBzsLqiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MuieVWn949k/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037841120712362530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/ReoBzsLqiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MuieVWn949k/s320/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a bit late, but Feb. 24th we went to the Baltimore Aquarium. It was cool- and we got to see a dolphin show. Will carried Landon in a backpack and throughout the trip he was just like..."uh, okay"...but we enjoyed it. Here's a pic and a link to see more photos.&lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?&amp;mode=fromsite&amp;amp;collid=16899192803.442584446403.1172963924577&amp;conn_speed=1"&gt;http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?&amp;amp;mode=fromsite&amp;collid=16899192803.442584446403.1172963924577&amp;amp;conn_speed=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-8821106132634507058?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/8821106132634507058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=8821106132634507058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8821106132634507058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/8821106132634507058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/03/baltimore-aquarium.html' title='Baltimore Aquarium'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/ReoBzsLqiiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MuieVWn949k/s72-c/IMG_2130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-885260287037800290</id><published>2007-02-23T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:47:50.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs CAN fly</title><content type='html'>So somewhere pigs must be able to fly because MY son slept from 7-7 last night.....can you believe that...he has also moved to one nap a day.  So, he's walking, sleeping, napping, eating...and hopefully teething but still no teeth.  We got him some stride rite shoes today also b/c he really didnt have any real shoes to wear and since he likes to walk and we're out alot i figured we'd spend the money for some good shoes...well we didn't spend the money- grandma did (thank you!) I'll post a pic of him in his new sneakies later. We're going to the Baltimore Aquarium  tomorrow.  I hear its one of the top 5 in the country? I'll update on how that went as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-885260287037800290?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/885260287037800290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=885260287037800290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/885260287037800290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/885260287037800290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/02/pigs-can-fly.html' title='Pigs CAN fly'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-5510033524709657188</id><published>2007-02-15T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:17:30.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>Okay, so last night, like i blogged, landon only took 2 minutes to go to sleep. The night was not so great. He woke up like 4 or 5 times..at first i'd reassure him and by the end of the night i just let him keep crying back to sleep-and he would. Now for tonite!!!!----I put him the crib and not a peep!!! He went to sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HURRAY!!...That part only took 3 nights...Now we'll work on the night time part....wish us some more luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-5510033524709657188?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/5510033524709657188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=5510033524709657188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5510033524709657188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/5510033524709657188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21969283.post-117150014986502768</id><published>2007-02-14T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:43:41.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting there...</title><content type='html'>So, update on nights 2 and 3.  Last night was the 2nd night of crying to sleep which was supposed to be the worst...i was expecting exactly that...but landon was out in 10 minutes. it was cute. he fell asleep sitting and leaning on his bumper. eventually he turned to move to his tummy but it was just adorable. Although that part went well, he still woke up like 4 times through the night from gas.  I really need to start keeping a log of what he eats at dinner and figure this out.  I think one item is strawberries.  He used to get gasey when i ate them and nursed him, so i stopped then.  He had apple/strawberry/banana at dinner last night so???  &lt;br /&gt;Tonite, guess what-----it only took a whole TWO minutes to get to sleep...lets keep our fingers crossed for a good night....=)&lt;br /&gt;On another note...Landon signed "more" today (at least we think and hope thats what it was..haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21969283-117150014986502768?l=gatorwrigley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/feeds/117150014986502768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21969283&amp;postID=117150014986502768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/117150014986502768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21969283/posts/default/117150014986502768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatorwrigley.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-there.html' title='getting there...'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523875069192481290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rLvyo2vciOk/TE83Y9kyG7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/a4qNeOa-5SE/S220/IMG_5738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
