<?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-36551942</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:49:28.234-05:00</updated><category term='Thank goodness for...'/><category term='mail'/><category term='accidents'/><category term='crafting'/><category term='baby fame'/><category term='photography'/><category term='good days'/><category term='maladies'/><category term='Target'/><category term='guilty pleasures'/><category term='random'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='Whole Foods'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='uncertainty'/><category term='HAHAHA'/><category term='I WANT'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='memories'/><category term='ouch'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='things to do'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><title type='text'>bb + me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-833046785905241162</id><published>2007-08-30T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:32:42.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't keep up with this thing. Getting ready for the store opening has been time consuming and I can't even imagine what it's going to be like after we open and I begin to work full time. Nevertheless, I've really enjoyed my time with the company so far. It's been like summer camp. Everyone's new and getting to know each other, and we're all honestly just having a good time. The company has made it a lot of fun and it's a really positive atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're heading out to Toronto for the weekend to visit my grandmother, my aunt, and her family. I have been trying to get this trip in the works for a couple years now, so although it will be short, I am so thrilled to be going. Downside: we are driving. I have no idea what will be in store. I just hope BB can handle it. It's a lot of time sitting for her and I am praying she will take a couple long naps en route. I can't wait to see my grandmother -- haven't seen her in 5 years -- and can't wait to introduce BB and Dave to her. Must run out later to get some things for the car ride. Wayne is hitching a ride with us, which will be good company (only I wish he could drive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating whether or not I should stop off at the store today. I forgot to pick up my gratis (free stuff!) on the way out yesterday and I wanted to take some time to shop a little because of the specific discount we get this week. I shouldn't really even write more about it. If BB is in a good mood, we shall go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...what else is new? I am now obsessed with hosiery. After seeing all the products at the store, I am just frickin' obsessed with all the possibilities. Yesterday, I picked up some gray/purple capri leggings and fine fishnet tights. Planning to get more, but only after I go through my loot and take inventory. DKNY makes great tights. All the colors are amazing. Plus, I want to pick up some Juicy sweater tights that are so soft and beautiful. Hosiery can really make a statement. Hell, I might even splurge on a few pairs of Wolford's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB will start daycare full time next week. I think she'll be just fine. They've been having classroom transitions this week and all seems well. Gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-833046785905241162?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/833046785905241162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=833046785905241162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/833046785905241162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/833046785905241162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7774890141497849219</id><published>2007-08-16T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:10:52.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Post #90: I promise, I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I sound like a broken record, but I've been so awful about coming here to update.  Something about uploading pictures onto my computer and then incorporating them into a blog entry (let alone writing that entry) just seems so tedious.  Sorry.  I've really been wanting to update but have been too lazy to put it all together.  I have the day off today, so here I am and I am determined to get back into this!  Whoever is reading this probably doesn't believe I'll be back, but I'm trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been getting crazy around here again, especially since I have begun to train for my new J-O-B.  I think it smartest not to divulge too much about work here, but I will say that I've had a blast so far and if it is any indication of how work will be on a regular basis, then I am absolutely thrilled.  I've met a lot of great people so far and I am excited to have some adult social interaction beyond home and family &amp; friend life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather has been so nice this month, Dave and I have been trying to get BB outside as much as possible, and we try to do it when all three of us are together (it gets difficult with his work, my work, daycare, being tired, etc.).  This past weekend, we went into the city and spent time in the Public Garden, strolling around Beacon Hill, and checking out the India Day celebration going on at the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BB snacking on grapes and Goldfish. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRmDQRhmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_x_Zm6ef98g/s1600-h/DSC04789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRmDQRhmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_x_Zm6ef98g/s320/DSC04789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099290392240686690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave brought his WSJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRYjQRhhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/5StBRb-KN4I/s1600-h/DSC04791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRYjQRhhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/5StBRb-KN4I/s320/DSC04791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099290160312452626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB had a lot of fun pushing her stroller around the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRajQRhiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/N7kKhUeZclA/s1600-h/DSC04803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRajQRhiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/N7kKhUeZclA/s320/DSC04803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099290194672191010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching the ducks, geese, and swan boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRazQRhjI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_ZGURDQtOIw/s1600-h/DSC04810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRazQRhjI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_ZGURDQtOIw/s320/DSC04810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099290198967158322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB + a scenic view of the Charles on the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRcTQRhkI/AAAAAAAAAls/W7WfgEtPPQE/s1600-h/DSC04850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRcTQRhkI/AAAAAAAAAls/W7WfgEtPPQE/s320/DSC04850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099290224736962114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The India Day celebrations were neat.  There was also a lot of food and we had some tasty vegetarian samosa and an even better mango lassi (it was like drinking a mango).  We spent the day just walking around the city that day.  Basically, it was Dave and me asking each other which street we wanted to turn on next and we just went wherever.  I had never walked to the top of Beacon Hill before (posh) and I realized there is still a lot of Boston I still have not seen despite living there for a few years.  I think I restrict myself to Back Bay too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I had to run an errand in Newton and I had BB with me.  On the way back home we stopped at a playground in Wellesley so BB could play and have some fresh air.  I wish I had some friends who had babies too, because something like this is perfect for groups -- so the kids have other to play with and the moms can sit and chat.  Still, we did manage to have fun, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRcjQRhlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KvACCnbtqkU/s1600-h/DSC04858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRcjQRhlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KvACCnbtqkU/s320/DSC04858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099290229031929426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB is all about throwing balls these days.  Today, she just started jumping, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRFTQRhcI/AAAAAAAAAks/wdlCfSNw23o/s1600-h/DSC04866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRFTQRhcI/AAAAAAAAAks/wdlCfSNw23o/s320/DSC04866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289829599970754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to bring her snack with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRFjQRhdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mGbss9eCvaY/s1600-h/DSC04870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRFjQRhdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mGbss9eCvaY/s320/DSC04870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289833894938066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Screaming with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRGDQRheI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iPTv0V_i29Q/s1600-h/DSC04874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRGDQRheI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iPTv0V_i29Q/s320/DSC04874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289842484872674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modeling in the sandbox.  Actually, there was a boy a little older than BB sitting right next to her who was making her laugh just by yelling "DIG!"  He thought he was so cool, making her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRGDQRhfI/AAAAAAAAAlE/KTD7mqpti94/s1600-h/DSC04899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRGDQRhfI/AAAAAAAAAlE/KTD7mqpti94/s320/DSC04899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289842484872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB enjoyed shoveling mounds of sand and then "gifting" it into my hands, followed by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;xie xie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (thank you in Mandarin) each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRGTQRhgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ilxixCyaGT8/s1600-h/DSC04900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRGTQRhgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ilxixCyaGT8/s320/DSC04900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289846779840002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, hopefully not jinxing myself, I must say that I've been very happy lately.  I'm so enjoying BB and all the changes she's going through.  She's learning to talk now and it is the most amazing thing.  As I said before, she started jumping today and it is so funny because she barely gets off the ground but it so proud of herself.  Whenever I ask her for a kiss, she leans in and plants one on me.  It is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go for now, but I will try to be back soon.  I've been taking more pictures (check flickr for more).  *** JUST NOW: My computer shut down on me!  I thought it could have crashed because the screen pixels just went nuts, but phew, everything is still here and THANK GOD FOR AUTOSAVE!***  Also, BB just spilled vanilla soymilk onto my keyboard...I need a new computer.  Time to go now.  That's enough excitement for one entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7774890141497849219?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7774890141497849219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7774890141497849219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7774890141497849219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7774890141497849219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-90-i-promise-im-still-here.html' title='Post #90: I promise, I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RsRRmDQRhmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_x_Zm6ef98g/s72-c/DSC04789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-504185132129086649</id><published>2007-08-06T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:22:02.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><title type='text'>All stuffed up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ughhh, experiencing major congestion right now.  Feeling wheezy and sluggish.  I would be drinking oj but, according to my main girl Martha, it doesn't aid at all in curing el cold.  I'm supposed to be doing all this stuff today but can't really remember what needs to be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll update later about my weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH, one thing I was supposed to do is upload pictures.  Might not get to that today.  Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-504185132129086649?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/504185132129086649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=504185132129086649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/504185132129086649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/504185132129086649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-stuffed-up.html' title='All stuffed up!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-387688064043265333</id><published>2007-08-02T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:20:48.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB's ninth tooth has recently come in, and it's a big honking molar.  I'm surprised we only noticed it recently because it's almost completely grown in.  Teething doesn't faze my baby, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;P.S. Just saw on the afternoon news that Natick Collection is going to have some new concept stores in the new wing.  I knew that &lt;a href="http://www.ruehl.com/"&gt;Ruehl No. 925&lt;/a&gt; was an Abercrombie for those who are 22-30, but now J.Crew is opening a store called &lt;a href="http://www.madewell1937.com/"&gt;Madewell&lt;/a&gt; that features more casual clothes at more affordable prices (YES!) and American Eagle is opening a store for those who are 25-40 called &lt;a href="http://www.martinandosa.com/"&gt;Martin + Osa&lt;/a&gt; (interesting).  I am going to go broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-387688064043265333?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/387688064043265333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=387688064043265333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/387688064043265333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/387688064043265333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/9.html' title='9'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-4411422565837434526</id><published>2007-08-01T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:13:18.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>A Lovely/Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I have had no idea how to spend my time both while BB is home and at daycare.  I had the day to myself so I decided to test out my new shoes and go workout for an hour.  There is a perfectly fine and well-equipped gym in the building next to us and, although we have lived here just about a year (wow!), it was my first visit today.  I think I did alright for the First Official Day of Fitness That Will Hopefully Lead to Many, Many More.  I did the elliptical and bike.  I'm going to try to avoid the treadmill for now because 1) the constant pounding is bad for my flat feet and 2) I hate to run.  I haven't generated sweat like that since my days of athleticism (glorification) back in high school.  I need to get my damn legs in proportion with the rest of my body and I must be able to look at them and not immediately think of marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my long shower, half of which was spent gently exfoliating my clogged pores, Dave came home for lunch.  I like it when he comes home for lunch -- especially when the baby is at daycare, if you catch my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to The Atrium later 1) to see if I could waste any money at J.Crew and 2) to get some ideas for a housewarming present for my mom.  I walked out only with a passionfruit smoothie from Surrealist Cafe.  Is that a good thing?  I can't really bring myself to spend money lately (except yesterday when I splurged on some Chanel nail lacquer that I am now not really so fond of now that I can see what it looks like on my nails).  That will all change this weekend because Dave's sister Wanda hooked us up with Friends &amp; Family discounts for Banana, Gap, Old Navy, and Piperlime.  Ha!  I really need some clothes for work.  I even have to show up for training in business attire.  Eek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, yes, I have a new job!  Hired in one day on my first try.  I will be working at Nordstrom in Natick when it opens September 7th.  Simple job, yes, but the key for me is STRESS FREE, and being a huge company they also have great benefits and promote from within.  And, of course, there is that retail perk of in-store discounts.  MUST.  EXERCISE.  CONTROL.  I've got a lot of training to absorb within the month but I am excited.  I really hit it off with my manager and I feel like she gets me.  Phew!  That's all I'll say about it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looks like I'm heading to my mom's for the weekend to help her out with the house.  Dave offered to watch BB over the weekend so I'm going to take him up on that offer before he realizes what he's done.  This means I'll be getting my camera back, too, so we'll be back in action!  It's getting late, so I'm going to watch a little bit of Weeds Season 2 and then hit the sack.  Ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-4411422565837434526?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4411422565837434526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=4411422565837434526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/4411422565837434526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/4411422565837434526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/lovelylazy-day.html' title='A Lovely/Lazy Day'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6560654439155138518</id><published>2007-07-28T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:54:57.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Stalling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I admit, I've been avoiding my "comeback."  In addition to not knowing where to start, I just find myself more in the need for down time when time frees itself up.  Continuing this blog is definitely something I desire, so I might as well just start anywhere and the rest will come out along the way.  I make my absent time sound so dramatic, but it really wasn't really like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am too lazy right now to upload pictures (plus, I left my camera at my mom's), but here's what's happened in the recent past.  I went to my mom's last weekend to help pack up because she found a house in the town where I went to high school she loved -- and as of today she is officially moved in.  I wish I could be there to help out more, but it is difficult to help with BB in tow.  I'm thinking of her constantly and hoping she will be able to get her furniture, etc. all figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of BB, she is just great.  She's a climber (found her the other day with her hands on the coffee table and her feet on the sofa...) and is finally beginning to talk; the most impressive word being "xie  xie" (Mandarin for "thank you").  She's been going to daycare since May and has been doing really well with that.  I'm just glad that she's able to socialize with others her age a few days a week.  Also a perk, she's been able to get that nice summer tan that has eluded me for years.  Actually, I'm not so sure that's really a "perk" when you're talking about babies, but don't worry, she wears sunscreen every day.  Gotta protect that beautiful skin.  I'm just jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dave got a job right out of school as a financial analyst and has already gone on his first business trip.  I'm so proud of him.  He is beginning to study for the CFA.  All the material just looks so intense and intimidating.  He also bought a car, which was a huge relief on our commuting situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, Dave bought me some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.paiva.com/store/catalog/product.jsp?productId=prod399592&amp;categoryId=cat300170&amp;amp;catId=1001&amp;amp;N=67"&gt;new kicks at Paiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; because I am determined to start working out.  There is a perfectly pristine workout center here and I have not used it in the whole year (wow) we've been living here.  I've been enjoying my time off, but have been getting a little antsy, so I'm trying to find ways (both lucrative and...uh...not) to keep myself busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That should be it for now.  How random!  Must make some dinner.  I'm thinking tofu + baby bok choi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6560654439155138518?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6560654439155138518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6560654439155138518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6560654439155138518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6560654439155138518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/stalling.html' title='Stalling'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8698409621002897629</id><published>2007-07-07T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:34:04.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months, 1 day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M BACK!  It's been way too long and I am looking forward to starting this up again.  I'm a little too tired to write tonight, but check out flickr for new pictures.  I lot has changed since the last time I was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sit tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8698409621002897629?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8698409621002897629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8698409621002897629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8698409621002897629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8698409621002897629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-months-1-day.html' title='2 months, 1 day'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7153845390941020678</id><published>2007-05-06T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:53:59.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot has been happening and, as you can see, I haven't had an time to blog in the past two weeks. We're at a transitional point in our lives and it's been a positive, but overwhelming change (to the point where my mom took BB this past weekend so I could have a mental break). What's new? Here's what's new in a nutshell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Learning a lot of new things for work. Trying hard to grasp it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Trekked over to Ikea TWICE to get a new desk for my new work computer (see my command station below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- As a result of work, I've been on a hunt for the perfect daycare. Found one nearby that i'm very happy with and BB will start a week from tomorrow, 3 days per week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Dave has finals this week, will graduate on the 20th, and has been going on interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Trying to catch up with friends before everyone graduates and goes away (boo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- BB is teething more. Her fifth tooth has finally made an appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is more, but I can't think of the rest right now. Most of the business comes from work, but hopefully that will change once we get completely caught up and BB goes to daycare. The weather has been better and we've been outside a bunch of times. BB isn't used to the bumpy ground and it's quite funny to watch. We went to the zoo and my dad's house a couple weeks ago. For pictures, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bb-and-me/sets/72157600113833738/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I took quite a few, so I won't post them here. I've been uploading a good amount on my flickr page. Here are a few pics for some eye candy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The command center. Courtesy of my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/205/487277627_1e93f4c1e3.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB getting wheeled around by Daddy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/487277607_5f0018b385.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;My piggy in her blanket.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/487277653_c24c718ac9.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;I guess I could write a lot more, but I simply do not have the time.  Believe me, I'd rather blog than do laundry, but someone's gotta do it.  Back with more...hopefully soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7153845390941020678?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7153845390941020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7153845390941020678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7153845390941020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7153845390941020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3475707375009498256</id><published>2007-04-21T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:04:51.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Too Busy To Type</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSzn0p07I/AAAAAAAAAkk/dIFoDNFpTuU/s1600-h/DSC04118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSzn0p07I/AAAAAAAAAkk/dIFoDNFpTuU/s200/DSC04118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056085315981792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a week, what a week.  It was almost as if I was back in college, studying for finals.  Except, instead of studying, I was sitting in front of the computer for hours upon hours.  Almost every night this week was an all-nighter and I hope I never have to pull one again.  However, all the work paid off and I'm just relieved it's the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I had no free time on my hands (any free time I had was spent passing out on the floor), I didn't get a chance to upload onto my new flickr account, nor did I have a chance to blog.  As a result, I have all these random pictures from the past week or two that have been patiently waiting in iPhoto.  Here are some, and they're all off BB (except one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First time BB got to roam the supermarket on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSsH0p04I/AAAAAAAAAkM/oviWWFmwQ8M/s1600-h/DSC04119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSsH0p04I/AAAAAAAAAkM/oviWWFmwQ8M/s320/DSC04119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056085187132773250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the entire time chasing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSsX0p05I/AAAAAAAAAkU/4pRcv-o7vYU/s1600-h/DSC04121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSsX0p05I/AAAAAAAAAkU/4pRcv-o7vYU/s320/DSC04121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056085191427740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every baby should have a bag of rolls to squish.  We put them back on the shelf (don't tell anyone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSsn0p06I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IgVR8DUc29U/s1600-h/DSC04127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSsn0p06I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IgVR8DUc29U/s320/DSC04127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056085195722707874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried the Shabu at &lt;a href="http://www.fugakyucafe.com"&gt;Fugakyu Café&lt;/a&gt;.  It wasn't too bad.  A little plain.  Bad idea to use ponzu as a dipping sauce for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSc30p0zI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_YuUZqQsCpM/s1600-h/DSC04135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSc30p0zI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_YuUZqQsCpM/s320/DSC04135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084925139768114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB's good behaviour didn't last very long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdH0p00I/AAAAAAAAAjs/A__oLEYzYpE/s1600-h/DSC04136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdH0p00I/AAAAAAAAAjs/A__oLEYzYpE/s320/DSC04136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084929434735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other child.  He actually kind of looks like one here.  Don't tell him I said so. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdX0p01I/AAAAAAAAAj0/BkMhHrKroeY/s1600-h/DSC04141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdX0p01I/AAAAAAAAAj0/BkMhHrKroeY/s320/DSC04141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084933729702738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warm enough to wear a t-shirt today!  She also kept her &lt;a href="http://www.giddygiddy.com"&gt;giddy giddy&lt;/a&gt; clip in her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdX0p02I/AAAAAAAAAj8/IdJ5NGPlJWE/s1600-h/DSC04148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdX0p02I/AAAAAAAAAj8/IdJ5NGPlJWE/s320/DSC04148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084933729702754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out in the Prudential food court before having a gigantic breadbowl filled with chowder for lunch.  We ate it so fast and forgot to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdn0p03I/AAAAAAAAAkE/1jWYQbE2H8I/s1600-h/DSC04155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSdn0p03I/AAAAAAAAAkE/1jWYQbE2H8I/s320/DSC04155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084938024670066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past few weeks have been spent getting in touch with friends before everybody graduates (except me, but that's okay for now -- I'm the only one with a job!).  Last weekend, a friend organized a reunion party for the close group we hung out with freshman year.  We've all kind of drifted apart over time in two's and three's, but it was so great to all be seated at one table at our old haunt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/wMRrk6HNeZAUN596aeXtjw"&gt;Kayuga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (that's also where Dave and I met).  I laughed until I almost peed in my pants as we reminisced about all the childish things we did and recalled all of our old inside jokes.  Must get together with them again within the next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took BB to Boston this afternoon so we could have lunch and shop with my friend Moyoko, whom I have not seen in months and months.  The weather has been glorious, and BB and I broke out the short sleeves.  The anime convention was in town.  For those who live in areas where the conventions travel to, that's all I would have to say, but for those of you who are not familiar... there were dressed up people everywhere.  And I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dressed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  And I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Now, I have nothing against anime, but it is definitely interesting when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.lkwdpl.org/anime/images/mikeauron.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is standing behind you when in line for Ben &amp; Jerry's.  Or when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.space-gun.com/images/reviews/akon16/akon16_main.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://pr4y.free.fr/images/img1221.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; walk past you while browsing through the aisles of Sephora.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.epcc.edu/elcon/062906_anime6.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, too.  Anyway, we were still able to enjoy ourselves.  BB saw some dogs and got outside.  Moyoko bought some shoes.  I picked up a necklace and some Shu Uemura (&lt;3)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow, we're off to South Hadley to spend the day with my dad, stepmom, and little sisters (aka BB's aunties).  Hoping we'll be able to make it in time to join them at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.lupazoo.org"&gt;Lupa's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I know BB will love it there!  She's definitely an animal lover.  We'll be having a feast for dinner as well, since my dad is not capable of cooking a small meal (which is A-OK, since he's the best cook).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to go to bed.  This took way longer than I thought it would, plus Dave is home.  Plus, I want some ice cream.  BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-3475707375009498256?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3475707375009498256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3475707375009498256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3475707375009498256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3475707375009498256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-busy-to-type.html' title='Too Busy To Type'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RirSzn0p07I/AAAAAAAAAkk/dIFoDNFpTuU/s72-c/DSC04118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6602496834483206808</id><published>2007-04-15T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:57:23.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>I finally did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went PRO on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;!  It took me way too long to get here, but people have been nagging me about not uploading photos onto my free account anymore.  The 20 MB limit was killing me.  Resizing photos can be a bitch.  So, now that I have a job, I can afford this sort of little thing and I am very excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too tired to upload anythi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng now, but maybe I'll get a chance tomorrow -- since tomorrow is Marathon Monday.  Was looking forward this year to going out to the city like we always do, but the weather is going to be so awful (plus, I still have to work, unlike Dave).  We are, however, going to trek out to Sudbury for some hot pot.  I have been craving some good shabu for the longest time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I should get to bed to catch up on some sleep.  I have more to write about regarding this past weekend, but it can wait a little.  A big GOOD LUCK and KEEP WARM to our friend Sophia who is running the marathon.  Isn't that amazing?  I get a cramp just chasing after BB and can't even fathom running 26+ miles.  I hope the weather clears up for all the runners + wheelers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6602496834483206808?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6602496834483206808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6602496834483206808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6602496834483206808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6602496834483206808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-745505153742328644</id><published>2007-04-14T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:28:20.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Yes, I know Easter was a week ago!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize I'm posting these a little late, but that's just evidence of how little time I have to myself these days.  When I do have a moment of freedom, I tend to fall asleep on the living room floor (as I mentioned in the previous post).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went everywhere last Sunday.  First, we stopped by my mom's for a delicious lunch (I can't remember the last time I've had a baked ham) and egg hunt for BB (my mom loves to do stuff like that and I have great memories from holidays like these).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BB rifling through the candy my mom put out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD85_RuJdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/o53qH2Oel-g/s1600-h/DSC04020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD85_RuJdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/o53qH2Oel-g/s320/DSC04020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316855078200786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to figure out this egg hunt thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8yvRuJYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QwWNp041SSQ/s1600-h/DSC04026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8yvRuJYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QwWNp041SSQ/s320/DSC04026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316730524149122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of eggs, she found the remote and was much more interested in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8y_RuJZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9o0s7qGPf4k/s1600-h/DSC04029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8y_RuJZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9o0s7qGPf4k/s320/DSC04029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316734819116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penny.  Blending in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8y_RuJaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nboYvCyO4Fs/s1600-h/DSC04031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8y_RuJaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nboYvCyO4Fs/s320/DSC04031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316734819116450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finding the stuffed bunny that was hidden in the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8zPRuJbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uhFzQpeJUWw/s1600-h/DSC04035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8zPRuJbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uhFzQpeJUWw/s320/DSC04035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316739114083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture.  It looks so country.  "Country" as in Country Living.  Not, say, Britney Spears "we're country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8zfRuJcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ANQ9bj0nZvU/s1600-h/DSC04039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8zfRuJcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ANQ9bj0nZvU/s320/DSC04039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316743409051074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom even dyed eggs!  5 seconds after this picture was taken, BB repeatedly smashed two eggs together.  Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8e_RuJTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qqP3c3TsjhI/s1600-h/DSC04049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8e_RuJTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qqP3c3TsjhI/s320/DSC04049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316391221732658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After this, we went to see some family friends who consider themselves BB's "step-grandparents."  I hadn't seen them since last year, so it was nice to catch up with them.  The last stop of our trip was my dad's house, where they were just hanging out.  Here are some pictures (the lights were dimmed) of BB and her two aunts (haha) frolicking around on my dad's bed.  The three of them had so much fun and had a case of the giggles.  It was difficult to get a picture without a fuzzy head or limb, so here are a few that came out semi-decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8fPRuJUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/y-EfOVOz1YI/s1600-h/DSC04066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8fPRuJUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/y-EfOVOz1YI/s320/DSC04066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316395516699970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8ffRuJVI/AAAAAAAAAic/SiF_Q-Mbj9I/s1600-h/DSC04070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8ffRuJVI/AAAAAAAAAic/SiF_Q-Mbj9I/s320/DSC04070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316399811667282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8fvRuJWI/AAAAAAAAAik/nbV2F5nSikY/s1600-h/DSC04074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8fvRuJWI/AAAAAAAAAik/nbV2F5nSikY/s320/DSC04074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316404106634594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby E.  She's getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8f_RuJXI/AAAAAAAAAis/IBLtOk5vMiU/s1600-h/DSC04081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD8f_RuJXI/AAAAAAAAAis/IBLtOk5vMiU/s320/DSC04081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316408401601906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It took us double the time - two hours - to get home because of all the traffic.  I couldn't believe there was so much at such a late hour.  We finally got home around 11 o'clock and subsequently passed out.  It was a nice Easter this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-745505153742328644?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/745505153742328644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=745505153742328644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/745505153742328644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/745505153742328644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-know-easter-was-week-ago.html' title='Yes, I know Easter was a week ago!!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RiD85_RuJdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/o53qH2Oel-g/s72-c/DSC04020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5563016024157002679</id><published>2007-04-14T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:04:23.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank goodness for...'/><title type='text'>Thank goodness for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.technoserve.org/images/PeetsTZBlend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.technoserve.org/images/PeetsTZBlend.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peet's Coffee.  I've never really been a brew-at-home coffee drinker because, somehow, I always end up with a stomach ache.  When I lived in Boston, I consumed a decent amount of coffee because there was a Starbucks on every corner (there are four located on BU's campus).  However, not even Starbucks is that great.  They do an awful job with making sure the espresso and foam are just right (I used to be a barista at a little gourmet chocolaterie in the Hotel Commonwealth, so I know what should be goin' down).  I understand that they get a ton of traffic and there's just not enough time to make sure everything's perfect, but hey, I don't want a slightly sour latté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, the other week, Peet's Coffee came into my life because it was on sale ($2 off!) at the grocery store.  I bought the Italian roast, and it's the best home-brewed coffee I've ever tasted.  Definitely worth the extra few dollars!  I chose to make it the subject of this post because work is just killing me!  I fell asleep on the living room floor yesterday for about 20 minutes.  When I woke up, BB was smiling and sitting next to me WITHOUT ANY PANTS ON.  I'm lucky nothing bad happened, but I can't afford to be narcoleptic.  I'm glad I have my job, but it's been a challenge to juggle this full-time job and my full-time job as a MOM.  It's different when you work at an office than when you work at home with the baby right there.  In the latter case, you're doing two jobs simultaneously.  Thank you, Peet's, for making my life ever so slightly easier.  Please help me stay awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-5563016024157002679?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5563016024157002679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5563016024157002679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5563016024157002679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5563016024157002679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-goodness-for_14.html' title='Thank goodness for...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5429805329541649844</id><published>2007-04-08T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:17:32.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippity Hop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/web/goodthings/gt_baskfav01_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/web/goodthings/gt_baskfav01_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;h a p p y  e a s t e r !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-5429805329541649844?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5429805329541649844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5429805329541649844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5429805329541649844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5429805329541649844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/hippity-hop.html' title='Hippity Hop!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8704700358906135492</id><published>2007-04-07T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:01:39.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank goodness for...'/><title type='text'>Thank goodness for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amammothskihouse.com/1-mammoth-luxury-bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://amammothskihouse.com/1-mammoth-luxury-bath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nice, soothing, hot baths.  BB is starting to get more stubborn and smart.  When we went to put her to bed last night, she pushed her bottle away repeatedly and stood up in her crib.  Why?  Because she prefers being held before she sleeps.  Or she would rather sleep in our bed between Dave and me.  I didn't like this behavior, so all this wasn't going to happen on my watch.  I left her in bed without the lights on, figuring she would cry it out in about 10-15 minutes.  She lasted a whole hour, and most of the time she was screaming at the top of her lungs.  It was stressful and exhausting to sit in the next room and listen to all of this.  I barely got any work done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She eventually fell asleep and I immediately drew a bath -- WITH bubbles, no lights, extra candles, A-L-O-N-E!  I can't remember the last time I took a bath, but I should definitely do it more often.  It was pure and simple ME time, which hardly ever happens, so it was gloooorious and so relaxing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, all the trouble paid off because she is starting to get the picture.  She resisted when I put her in bed, but this time she barely cried for 10 minutes.  YES!  What a smart baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my bathroom looked like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8704700358906135492?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8704700358906135492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8704700358906135492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8704700358906135492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8704700358906135492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-goodness-for.html' title='Thank goodness for...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3195249032938861699</id><published>2007-04-04T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:40:15.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>A++ for effort!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.bloomingdales.com/is/image/BLM/products/2/optimized/115072_fpx.tif?wid=200&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bilin&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.bloomingdales.com/is/image/BLM/products/2/optimized/115072_fpx.tif?wid=200&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bilin&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to gush and go gaga.  Sometimes, there's nothing sweeter than when your man comes home with a surprise gift for you -- especially when there is no occasion.  When Dave came home last night carrying a shopping bag, I assumed he purchased something for himself (something he actually hasn't done since BB was born).  When he said he got me a gift, my reply was, "Are you kidding?"  I think I asked him that question at least five times, poor guy.  He picked up Lacoste's new longer stretch pique polo.  I've always loved quality polo shirts, but can rarely bring myself to splurge on them.  He chose a great color that complimented my skin, a tropical green (not pictured), and it fits like a glove.  Tempted to go and get it in another color, but I should really save my money.  I'm still in shock when I think about it.  What a nice surprise, and how sweet!  In addition to his doing the dishes, vacuuming, and playing Mr. Mom, this is icing on the cake!  I'm one lucky chick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-3195249032938861699?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3195249032938861699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3195249032938861699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3195249032938861699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3195249032938861699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-effort.html' title='A++ for effort!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6871680932187317679</id><published>2007-04-03T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:22:37.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post is a little late, but I've been so swamped with work that it had to wait til now.  Saturday was Dave's birthday and we spent some family time together.  I'll keep it brief since I have to get to bed as soon as I can.  We drove into Boston and had breakfast and a little stroll in the North End.  We found this little square covered in cobblestones we had never seen before, and we also passed Paul Revere's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxPgY0csI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FvUxeBVO-so/s1600-h/DSC03943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxPgY0csI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FvUxeBVO-so/s320/DSC03943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433749674291906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking up and onto Hanover Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxPwY0ctI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ix35hQbp_v0/s1600-h/DSC03945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxPwY0ctI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ix35hQbp_v0/s320/DSC03945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433753969259218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert for breakfast.  Yes, dessert!  Plus, the best caffé mocha I've ever tasted in my life.  Caffé dello Sporto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxQAY0cuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4CgyPu6E-dM/s1600-h/DSC03949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxQAY0cuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4CgyPu6E-dM/s320/DSC03949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433758264226530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we trekked over to the &lt;a href="http://www.neaq.org/index.nonFlash.html"&gt;aquarium&lt;/a&gt; for BB's first visit.  I always love watching the penguins.  They were getting a shower when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxQAY0cvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WM1bJqV1mGc/s1600-h/DSC03957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxQAY0cvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WM1bJqV1mGc/s320/DSC03957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433758264226546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxQQY0cwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/cs2y2wcGJ9I/s1600-h/DSC03961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxQQY0cwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/cs2y2wcGJ9I/s320/DSC03961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433762559193858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Views of the gigantic center fishtank from the tippity top.  Was so scared I'd lose hold of BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7AY0cnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/wFHwsxXuYEY/s1600-h/DSC03968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7AY0cnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/wFHwsxXuYEY/s320/DSC03968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433397486973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7QY0coI/AAAAAAAAAhE/m0s2Y70lxws/s1600-h/DSC03969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7QY0coI/AAAAAAAAAhE/m0s2Y70lxws/s320/DSC03969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433401781940866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7gY0cpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/4WGHQxLD2qs/s1600-h/DSC03971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7gY0cpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/4WGHQxLD2qs/s320/DSC03971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433406076908178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing on the ledge, watching the fish, sharks, and turtles go about their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7gY0cqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LUluvCqqvjo/s1600-h/DSC03973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7gY0cqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LUluvCqqvjo/s320/DSC03973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433406076908194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7wY0crI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e0Qf-lOmnsE/s1600-h/DSC03978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMw7wY0crI/AAAAAAAAAhc/e0Qf-lOmnsE/s320/DSC03978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049433410371875506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After, we went to a diner in Cambridge for lunch and went home to pass out.  It's difficult getting around town when you've got a little person in tow!  Later that night, we went to the restaurant for Masaki's farewell dinner.  I'm going to miss him so much.  Will post pictures later.  BB made a few new friends, particularly a little boy about her age.  His mom and I exchanged contact info, so hopefully we'll be able to squeeze in a playdate or two.  They had so much fun chasing each other around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I was so frazzled from running around all day preparing for a little surprise birthday dinner for Dave.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.geox.com/cont_english.asp"&gt;New shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, sushi from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.sambaframingham.com"&gt;Samba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, baking strawberry shortcake, lighting some candles, PLUS work.  Forgot my wallet at the shoe store and didn't realize until 20 minutes later when I went to buy a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=255&amp;f=22887&amp;amp;viewall=1"&gt;platter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; at Crate &amp; Barrel.  Not a good feeling since my house and car keys, credit cards, license, and some git cards were all in it.  Luckily, I retrieved it and all was well.  Felt good to do something special for Dave, but too bad we were so exhausted by the time we sat down to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, now I've really got to get to bed!  More posts and pictures to come soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6871680932187317679?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6871680932187317679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6871680932187317679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6871680932187317679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6871680932187317679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/daddys-day-out.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RhMxPgY0csI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FvUxeBVO-so/s72-c/DSC03943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-2867739747241839042</id><published>2007-03-30T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:16:30.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Our plates are FULL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rg0fCzdv9oI/AAAAAAAAAg0/s7arT363eoA/s1600-h/DSC03938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rg0fCzdv9oI/AAAAAAAAAg0/s7arT363eoA/s400/DSC03938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047724890387379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spring is teasing us here in New England.  Every time it gets warm, we're hit a few days later with cold air (or worse, snow).  It's going to be a comfortable 65 degrees today, but if the weatherman is telling the truth then we're in the high 40's all next week.  Not looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not only have I been swamped with work this past week, we've had several engagements throughout.  It's been a week of turning points and milestones.  Turning points being: Dave's brother Warren moving to Arizona, finding out our old roommate Masaki is moving to Chicago, and weighing a positive but lifestyle-changing offer from my employers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The milestone is that my little brother Sam turned the big 1-6 yesterday.  He also took his permit test and, damnit, I was worried for him.  I honestly failed the first time I took it, so I was on edge because he admittedly didn't study.  I should have known that Mr. Nonchalantabouteverything would ace the test... just like every other test he takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to dinner with Masaki and friends Wednesday evening.  We initially planned to go to P.F. Chang's, but it was SWAMPED.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.stephaniesonnewbury.com/"&gt;Stephanie's on Newbury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (one of my favorites) was next on the list but, as we parked the car, another restaurant across the street caught our attention.  That building was under construction for the longest time, but this time a finished and operating restaurant was in its place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bbrginc.com/Bouchee/1.htm"&gt;Bouchée&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a much needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;economical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; French option (forget L'Espalier!) on Newbury Street, even if its menu is practically identical to one of my old haunts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.easternstandardboston.com/"&gt;Eastern Standard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rg0e8zdv9nI/AAAAAAAAAgs/dleZHUMcKIw/s1600-h/DSC03934.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rg0e8zdv9nI/AAAAAAAAAgs/dleZHUMcKIw/s320/DSC03934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047724787308164722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The food was decent.  I wish I tried something other than coq au vin, but I couldn't decide what to order and that's what I ended up blurting out.  The dessert, Crêpes Marscapone, was definitely tasty, though.  I wish there was more than one on the plate, like maybe...hmm...a STACK!  BB was, as usual, a hit with the staff, and we had such a great time catching up with our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I can't believe it's Friday again!  The weeks go by so fast.  Dave's birthday is tomorrow, so I have to go confirm some plans.  I feel like I have so much on my plate at the moment, for the first time in a LONG time.  So much to do today, so I'll stop here for now.  I'm getting all scatterbrained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-2867739747241839042?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2867739747241839042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=2867739747241839042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2867739747241839042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2867739747241839042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-plates-are-full.html' title='Our plates are FULL!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rg0fCzdv9oI/AAAAAAAAAg0/s7arT363eoA/s72-c/DSC03938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-638407894747253825</id><published>2007-03-25T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:38:47.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>weekend romping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;What a crazy week. So exhausting. Even though we had a little time this weekend to recuperate, we're all still lethargic and sleepy. I figured I'd just post some pictures instead of write a lot, because 1) I should join my two babies who are already both asleep and breathing loudly, and 2) If I don't post my pictures, I'll have too many "unused" ones on my hands. Here's a glimpse of our weekend (not including the 2 nights Dave and I got to GO OUT -- yes, into the city -- to drink and have fun with friends!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(( First bubble bath.  Hated it at first, but eventually warmed up to it. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLYMd5idI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AepbpIjdwlQ/s1600-h/DSC03864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLYMd5idI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AepbpIjdwlQ/s320/DSC03864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084786527504850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( What happens when Daddy gets to dress BB... ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLYcd5ieI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sxKuWthx4ZQ/s1600-h/DSC03880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLYcd5ieI/AAAAAAAAAgI/sxKuWthx4ZQ/s320/DSC03880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084790822472162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNcd5iZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/fvlQaG_sj0U/s1600-h/DSC03890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNcd5iZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/fvlQaG_sj0U/s320/DSC03890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084601843911058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Always one to show interest in the lens of a camera. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNMd5iYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pW_wySzbwmE/s1600-h/DSC03887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNMd5iYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pW_wySzbwmE/s320/DSC03887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084597548943746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Toy overload in BB's toy corner. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNcd5iaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UhHSx9CaRtY/s1600-h/DSC03896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNcd5iaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UhHSx9CaRtY/s320/DSC03896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084601843911074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Rearranging the furniture. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNsd5ibI/AAAAAAAAAfw/yKR7t_oSrjU/s1600-h/DSC03908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNsd5ibI/AAAAAAAAAfw/yKR7t_oSrjU/s320/DSC03908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084606138878386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Fuzzy pictures, fuzzy friends. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNsd5icI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8oVeThatXNw/s1600-h/DSC03909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLNsd5icI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8oVeThatXNw/s320/DSC03909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046084606138878402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKl5vQATI/AAAAAAAAAew/nJPFApeWki8/s1600-h/DSC03910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKl5vQATI/AAAAAAAAAew/nJPFApeWki8/s320/DSC03910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046083922506547506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Tallest baby ever.  Touch the ceiling?  Piece of cake! ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmJvQAUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z3jztEP6Rcs/s1600-h/DSC03914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmJvQAUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/z3jztEP6Rcs/s320/DSC03914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046083926801514818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmJvQAVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8pLhSwYoZG0/s1600-h/DSC03915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmJvQAVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8pLhSwYoZG0/s320/DSC03915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046083926801514834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Daddy's favorite: chicken &amp; veggie pasta in vodka sauce. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmZvQAWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PNLpjCTLync/s1600-h/DSC03921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmZvQAWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PNLpjCTLync/s320/DSC03921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046083931096482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(( Exhausted BB, doing what we do best! ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmpvQAXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vrcNorHR5Jg/s1600-h/DSC03923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdKmpvQAXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vrcNorHR5Jg/s320/DSC03923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046083935391449458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week is going to be hectic.  Dinner with Warren before he moves to AZ.  Dinner with Masaki before he moves to Chicago.  My brother Sam's 16th birthday on Thursday.  Dave's 22nd birthday on Saturday.  Work.  Work.  Work.  I hope we'll be able to fit SLEEP somewhere in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-638407894747253825?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/638407894747253825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=638407894747253825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/638407894747253825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/638407894747253825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-romping.html' title='weekend romping'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgdLYMd5idI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AepbpIjdwlQ/s72-c/DSC03864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-2839396000459634237</id><published>2007-03-23T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:41:25.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank goodness for...'/><title type='text'>Thank goodness for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgRR8JvQASI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qMnuVkIpvYw/s1600-h/thankgoodness2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgRR8JvQASI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qMnuVkIpvYw/s400/thankgoodness2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045247576409899298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This past week can be described in one word (if it is a word): UGH.  Things with work got backed up last weekend and I've spent this week attempting to catch up.  I pulled an all-nighter Wednesday night (something I thought I would never have to do ever again after college) and went to bed at 3:30am last night.  I have no energy left, but hopefully I'll have a chance to relax a little this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time around, I have to say thank goodness for BB's toy monkey.  We simply call him "Monkey" and he is the stuffed animal du jour.  He definitely brings out the affectionate side of BB.  Ask her, "Where's Monkey?" and she immediately searches the room until she's found him.  Ask her to kiss Monkey (in Chinese) and she hugs and smooches him.  Why am I glad Monkey is around?  Whenever I was busy with work and needed to distract BB, Monkey was there to receive her kisses.  Thank goodness, too, for Andrew and Alison who bought Monkey for BB's birthday!  I'll try to come back soon and write some more.  Time to change a diaper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-2839396000459634237?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2839396000459634237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=2839396000459634237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2839396000459634237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2839396000459634237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-goodness-for_23.html' title='Thank goodness for...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RgRR8JvQASI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qMnuVkIpvYw/s72-c/thankgoodness2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6128167177846650404</id><published>2007-03-16T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:51:48.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank goodness for...'/><title type='text'>Thank goodness for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to create a weekly themed post for some time but couldn't think of anything original.  After this past week, I finally came up with something.  I've been so busy with work and I couldn't have gotten through the past week and a half without Dave.  He gladly took the role of mommy and spent his Spring Break changing all the diapers and feeding BB all her meals.  I was definitely impressed and blown away.  So each Friday, I'm going to (try to) write about something or someone that got me through the week.  Sound good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank goodness for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfrYXOj110I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SA-abn1Yos0/s1600-h/DSC_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfrYXOj110I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SA-abn1Yos0/s400/DSC_0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042580626351707970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6128167177846650404?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6128167177846650404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6128167177846650404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6128167177846650404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6128167177846650404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-goodness-for.html' title='Thank goodness for...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfrYXOj110I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SA-abn1Yos0/s72-c/DSC_0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-542027997997531505</id><published>2007-03-16T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:40:35.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Snow blows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is with this weather?!  Just two days ago, it was 68 degrees.  So nice, but what a tease.  It's been snowing all afternoon and doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's been up the past few days?  Work, work, work, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: Met Dave in Boston in the evening, went out to eat at Charley's Saloon.  BB flirted with the entire waitstaff.  Ate a tasty mahi mahi.  Later that evening, BB actually drank from her sippy cup.  Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: Lazy day in.  Watched Casino Royale on DVD.  Best Bond movie to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: Day off!  Stranded here since Dave took the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mainly wanted to post because I wanted to record that BB drank out of her sippy cup.  I need to take some photographs to post, but the sun has been hiding the past 2 days.  Time to go.  I'm hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-542027997997531505?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/542027997997531505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=542027997997531505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/542027997997531505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/542027997997531505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/snow-blows.html' title='Snow blows...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7318316772118448199</id><published>2007-03-13T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:02:00.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry I've gone missing again.  Last Wednesday I started my new job.  I'm not going to say too much about it, except that it involves books and the internet, and it allows me to work at home from my computer.  How ideal!  I had been looking for a way to earn some extra money and this opportunity just landed in my lap.  I'm very grateful to be able to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I've been rather busy the past couple days.  Dave is on break this week and has been fantastic with helping me out with BB and with things around the house.  He's made my life so much easier!   We took some time off yesterday to take advantage of the good weather.  We drove into Boston and just walked around the city, checking out historical landmarks.  We stopped for lunch at Faneuil Hall.  I got my fave - Boston Chowda's clam chowder in a bread bowl - and shared with BB.   I didn't take an awful lot of pictures because it was so windy, but here are a couple I snapped inside Quincy Market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIu-j11xI/AAAAAAAAAeI/E4lH3tnOlpA/s1600-h/DSC03828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIu-j11xI/AAAAAAAAAeI/E4lH3tnOlpA/s320/DSC03828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041437542280714002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIu-j11yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4Ub-9BJzdZA/s1600-h/DSC03831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIu-j11yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4Ub-9BJzdZA/s320/DSC03831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041437542280714018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIvOj11zI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Id6rBfa1dnY/s1600-h/DSC03833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIvOj11zI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Id6rBfa1dnY/s320/DSC03833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041437546575681330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's so cuuuute!  Anyway, I have to get back to work since there's an unusual amount to do today.  Dave is running my errands at Target with BB.  I offered to go with, but he insisted the two of them just go alone.  Missing them already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7318316772118448199?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7318316772118448199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7318316772118448199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7318316772118448199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7318316772118448199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RfbIu-j11xI/AAAAAAAAAeI/E4lH3tnOlpA/s72-c/DSC03828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7700257125331762122</id><published>2007-03-05T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:11:37.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Bigfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RexMG8fX8iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OXVLnvpITeg/s1600-h/DSC_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RexMG8fX8iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OXVLnvpITeg/s200/DSC_0379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038485765321388578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's amazing how much BB has physically grown over the past year.  She's so tall and sturdy.  I don't understand why some mothers want small babies.  Personally, I'm very happy to have a chubba wubba on my hands.  How can you not love those marshmallow cheeks and tree trunk thighs?  Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Dave and I took BB to The Atrium the other evening to buy some bigger pants and shoes.  BB is graduating from her Robeez to some big girl shoes.  Tip Toey Joey's.  Her feet are huge!  If Dave and my feet are any indication of how big BB's will be when she's grown up, then I guess she'll be a great swimmer -- she's going to have big flippers to help her out!  I found a pair of socks she wore when she was a newborn.  They were so tiny and it made me sad that I didn't remember her feet were that small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RexL9MfX8hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dVlhpG6Xqhk/s1600-h/DSC03819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RexL9MfX8hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dVlhpG6Xqhk/s320/DSC03819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038485597817664018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mentioned in the previous post that BB is walking a lot now.  I also forgot to mention that the poor thing is tripping all over the place.  She's so cute, but I'm a nervous wreck these days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7700257125331762122?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7700257125331762122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7700257125331762122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7700257125331762122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7700257125331762122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-miss-bigfoot.html' title='Little Miss Bigfoot'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RexMG8fX8iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OXVLnvpITeg/s72-c/DSC_0379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-1559363679882679334</id><published>2007-03-04T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:27:06.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>BB loves corporate finance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rer-msfX8gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3XXUiMmmKAA/s1600-h/DSC_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rer-msfX8gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3XXUiMmmKAA/s400/DSC_0377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038119073898557954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second lazy day in a row.  I feel like we've been hibernating here in the apartment and I'm itching to get out and do something.  Dave's been studying for midterms.  As you can see from the photo, BB is trying to help out with corporate finance.  I took this with the Nikon D70s (the one I have no idea how to use), and I got a few photos out of it that I am sort of pleased with.  The sun was out but has been hiding behind some puffy, thick clouds the past half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been trying to fight off a cold the past few days and I think I've finally got it under control.  I napped an awful lot yesterday.  I can't remember the last time I took two naps in one day!  What else did I do?  I made some strange tasting pasta (yuck) and a fantastic, juicy steak (yum).  What is the key to a perfect steak?  Sear it on both sides in a pan for 2 minutes a side then stick it in an oven at 450 degrees for 14 minutes.  It was perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling so scatterbrained right now.  Must get out and do something!  Update on BB: She's is crawling less and less, walking more and more.  It's adorable.  Another thing she likes to do is bang on the bathroom door.  Dave was finishing up his shower and BB walked over there to bang on the door.  "Dada!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She can say it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-1559363679882679334?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1559363679882679334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=1559363679882679334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1559363679882679334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1559363679882679334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/bb-loves-corporate-finance.html' title='BB loves corporate finance!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rer-msfX8gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3XXUiMmmKAA/s72-c/DSC_0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5795845724759045627</id><published>2007-03-02T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:25:53.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WANT'/><title type='text'>I should just camp out in the store.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pp0/p_p021_pip_WE06C277_F06_060707234737_PIP_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pp0/p_p021_pip_WE06C277_F06_060707234737_PIP_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot tell you how much I LOVE West Elm.  I just browsed their website and drooled all over my keyboard.  Trying to find an excuse to make a little trip over there this weekend.  When we move, I definitely want to have a space of my own for whatever creations I come up with.  And that means I'll need a worktable for my sewing machine (that's STILL in the box...grr).  Love the one above, or maybe I just love the whole white look.  I also love the ones below.  Aren't they fun and whimsical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pf0/p_f099_pip_WE07A277_SP07_061130091936_PIP_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pf0/p_f099_pip_WE07A277_SP07_061130091936_PIP_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these wave shelves are fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pw2/p_w279_pip_WE07A288D_SP07_061130172113_PIP_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.westelm.com/media/WE/pw2/p_w279_pip_WE07A288D_SP07_061130172113_PIP_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the only way to satisfy my neverending West Elm obsession (in addition to the Banana Republic, J.Crew, Williams-Sonoma, etc. ones) is to win the Mega Millions tonight.  Dave bought a few tickets this week at $1 apiece.  We think our chances are preeeetty good.  This reminds me of the movie "Dumb and Dumber" when Lloyd asks Mary what his chances are of being in a relationship with her.  Weirded out, she says "More like one in a million," to which he replies, "So you're telling me there's a chance!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-5795845724759045627?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5795845724759045627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5795845724759045627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5795845724759045627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5795845724759045627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-just-camp-out-in-store.html' title='I should just camp out in the store.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3633136571120746002</id><published>2007-03-02T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:50:35.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RehgycfX8fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XmxLIOWH19s/s1600-h/DSC03638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RehgycfX8fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XmxLIOWH19s/s400/DSC03638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037382602971410930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eek...I've been such a lousy updater!  Sorry for the lack of posts in recent weeks.  I have a few excuses: 1) I've misplaced the charger for my camera and therefore can't post any visual appeal, 2) I've been trying to organize/clean out the apartment, and 3) I swear, BB wants to eat every hour she's awake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, though, I am missing this little site and want to get it moving again.  Some goals are to learn how to use Dreamweaver, Photoshop, and this gargantuan Nikon D70 (?) camera we have.  I might have to if I can't find my Cybershot charger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cleaned out our bedroom closet yesterday and today.  It looks fantastic and I created much more space.  I installed hooks on the inside walls to hang handbags, scarves, hats, etc.  I've also thrown out many unneeded things and have bagged away all of BB's used clothes that are too small (since I'm thinking of taking them to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://natick.kidtokid.com"&gt;Kid to Kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to make a quick buck or two).  I'm feeling pretty productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB is walking so much now, and it's amazing to watch!  She's quite adventurous and daring now, which does have its dowside.  She's been trying to climb everything!  It's funny watching her lift one leg up onto the sofa, but honestly, my hair is going to turn prematurely grey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-3633136571120746002?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3633136571120746002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3633136571120746002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3633136571120746002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3633136571120746002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RehgycfX8fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XmxLIOWH19s/s72-c/DSC03638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5061914711998792372</id><published>2007-02-26T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:36:43.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Tickled Pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB and I went to Connecticut this past weekend to visit my mom and we had a great time.  BB's getting better each day with her walking and being able to feed herself.  She stuffs her face now!  I feel very fortunate that she's got a hefty appetite and is not picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday, I finally met my mom's friend of many years, Doug Brega, an accomplished watercolor artist.  It was quite a treat, touring his studio and hanging out with him and his dog.  He decided to whip out his camera and take some photos of BB toying around in his studio (there are also some of me, but I'll spare you the sight of them).  We had them printed out at his house and I'm definitely going to have the photographs framed.  As my mom would say, I'm so "tickled pink!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpALmXoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lmLJ5VcoaW0/s1600-h/IMG_7326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpALmXoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lmLJ5VcoaW0/s400/IMG_7326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875010311773826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpQLmXpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LRrc99QVgH8/s1600-h/IMG_7334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpQLmXpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LRrc99QVgH8/s400/IMG_7334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875014606741138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpQLmXqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Cktmd34SBTI/s1600-h/IMG_7343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpQLmXqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Cktmd34SBTI/s400/IMG_7343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875014606741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpgLmXrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ICtMCUke1QA/s1600-h/IMG_7344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpgLmXrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ICtMCUke1QA/s400/IMG_7344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875018901708466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous BB wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpwLmXsI/AAAAAAAAAco/fRWLriK8IaQ/s1600-h/IMG_7345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpwLmXsI/AAAAAAAAAco/fRWLriK8IaQ/s400/IMG_7345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875023196675778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFwgLmXtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rbmvwl_qStM/s1600-h/IMG_7346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFwgLmXtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rbmvwl_qStM/s400/IMG_7346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875139160792786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I watched the Oscars, of course.  Penelope Cruz, Reese Witherspoon, and Helen Mirren looked the best.  I was pleasantly surprised by Diane Keaton's outfit -- it was chic and not...well...crazy!  I was kind of disappointed that Eddie Murphy lost, but happy that Alan Arkin won (Little Miss Sunshine is fantastic!).  Ellen was good and the show was very creative.  Happy for Al Gore.  This was his true calling.  I could really go on and on, but I'll stop there since everyone is saying the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're snowed in today, which means I MUST do laundry and organize everything.  I don't have to vacuum or dust because, to my surprise, Dave already did it before I came home!  Yesss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-5061914711998792372?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5061914711998792372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5061914711998792372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5061914711998792372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5061914711998792372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/tickled-pink.html' title='Tickled Pink!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/ReMFpALmXoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lmLJ5VcoaW0/s72-c/IMG_7326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7017429000789330788</id><published>2007-02-21T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:22:11.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WANT'/><title type='text'>Gung Hay Fat Choy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I forget to mention Chinese New Year?  It's the year of the Golden Pig (it's only "Golden" once every 60 years) and it's the first year I didn't really do anything for "CNY" as some have been calling it.  When BB gets a little older and can understand it I'll definitely make a big deal of it, but it seems like Dave and I are perpetually exhausted these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdzAhwLmXiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Pj5hanRbef4/s1600-h/DSC03813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdzAhwLmXiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Pj5hanRbef4/s400/DSC03813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034110169595141666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally compiled a little album of photos for my Popo (Cantonese for maternal grandmother) who lives in Toronto.  I'm so awful because I kept saying I was going to send pictures and didn't put in the effort to make time for this.  It's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://kolo.com/shop/albums/default.asp?cat=albu&amp;grp=clot&amp;amp;item=noci"&gt;Noci brag book by Kolo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with a little card stock tag message attached.  Kolo has some great products and I hope Popo likes it (the pictures too!).  You know what else I did?  I renewed my driver's license!  The picture is enough to scare your pants off and it cost a ridiculous $40, but I feel MUCH better now that I got it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came across this website called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.branchhome.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;zenid=f10980585f5f3ded229494f9969e72ce"&gt;Branch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://designsponge.blogspot.com/2007/02/eggflat.html"&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;).  I love these bamboo pieces by Bambu.  I'm really tempted since the prices are great...but I don't think our cabinet has any more room for bowls and such...(pout).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.branchhome.com/images/large/bamb_lg_lacquer_bowls_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.branchhome.com/images/large/bamb_lg_lacquer_bowls_LRG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.branchhome.com/images/large/bamb_planks_propped_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.branchhome.com/images/large/bamb_planks_propped_LRG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost is on tonight!  American Idol, too.  I watched the top twelve males last night.  Umm...how was that Blake guy's version of Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know" deemed the best performance of the night?  It sucked!  Anyway, gotta go.  BB pooped.  Whoopie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7017429000789330788?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7017429000789330788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7017429000789330788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7017429000789330788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7017429000789330788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/gung-hay-fat-choy.html' title='Gung Hay Fat Choy!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdzAhwLmXiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Pj5hanRbef4/s72-c/DSC03813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6161892159515793173</id><published>2007-02-20T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:20:47.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whole Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Are you missing us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdsPLALmXfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SKhIpPvc_tc/s1600-h/DSC03804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdsPLALmXfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SKhIpPvc_tc/s400/DSC03804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033633690218290674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, but I've been in some sort of blogging slump lately.  I started a post days ago but never got around to/avoided finishing it.  We've had many significant events happen since my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We discovered two new teeth in BB's mouth coming in through the top gums.&lt;br /&gt;2. BB started to feed herself!  Seeing this always gets me excited and proud.&lt;br /&gt;3. BB walked 13 steps -- the width of the hallway!&lt;br /&gt;4. I finally sent out (most of) our Thank You cards for the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to the city yesterday to visit Wayne, Leslie, and the twins (even though the temperature was BELOW zero).  I was kind of bummed that we didn't make it to neither the aquarium nor the science museum, but we still had a good time out (with the emphasis on OUT, as in AWAY from home).  Wayne's pomeranian Boo Boo was much friendlier with BB this time, and BB enjoyed being licked to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure there are many things that need to be done, but I'm feeling so scatterbrained today.  I'm going to need to sit down and write out a list.  Ughhhh.  I'm trying to finish a cashmerino hat for BB since she's outgrown her purple one.  This one is a berry color.  Hopefully, I'll get it done by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I didn't finish writing about Valentine's Day (the content of my abandoned post), I'll put it in a nutshell.  I went out in the blizzard to get some wine and dessert for the dinner I was making (steak and asparagus, which Dave loves), but the liquor store rejected my license because it expired on my birthday!  Yes, I know my birthday was back in December and I need to renew it ASAP, but I felt like an underage college student all over again!  Luckily, when I called Dave, he had already bought some wine!  I swear, we share the same brain.  Dinner was nice, dessert was tasty (I got chocolate berry tarts from Whole Foods), and we ended the night by watching Lost in bed.  The red tulips I got are pictured above, the dessert below.  In a nutshell, a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdsRbgLmXgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Aq1QA4pi82k/s1600-h/DSC03800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdsRbgLmXgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Aq1QA4pi82k/s320/DSC03800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033636172709387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6161892159515793173?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6161892159515793173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6161892159515793173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6161892159515793173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6161892159515793173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-you-missing-us.html' title='Are you missing us?'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdsPLALmXfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SKhIpPvc_tc/s72-c/DSC03804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-2632544837038519191</id><published>2007-02-14T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:23:19.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Be Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIKMLO4SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/L9Q7kb4wOa0/s1600-h/DSC03794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIKMLO4SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/L9Q7kb4wOa0/s320/DSC03794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031444548607205666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!  We've been hit with a lot of snow today, but luckily Dave and I decided to celebrate over the weekend instead of today.  I couldn't imagine going out in this weather!  I got in touch with my inner-Martha yesterday and pumped out some Valentine goodies for Dave.  Lately, I've been in bed by midnight (and if you know me, that's EARLY), but I stayed up until 3 am working on this and that.  I'm pretty proud of these handmade cards and tags and plan to make these on several occasions and holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made this card with pink card stock and semi-translucent black paper and sandwiched a photo from BB's birthday in the middle.  The pictures, again, aren't as good as they should be since there is no sign of the sun today.  Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIJ8LO4QI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dLqTE7PJbKg/s1600-h/DSC03792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIJ8LO4QI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dLqTE7PJbKg/s320/DSC03792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031444544312238338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a little gift "from" BB to her daddy.  It's a bookmark, again used with card stock and the black paper.  B&amp;W photo of Dave and BB in the middle.  I included little quotes found online.  So simple and easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIJ8LO4PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Kk5LVDrGuhQ/s1600-h/DSC03791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIJ8LO4PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Kk5LVDrGuhQ/s320/DSC03791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031444544312238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tags for Dave's gifts...of which I only have gotten half... The round tags are for some wine glasses I picked up, and the square is for a bottle of wine I have not purchased yet.  And with the weather, it looks like that tag won't be adorning a bottle at all.  Foiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIKMLO4RI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AoIrkLfhoC4/s1600-h/DSC03793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIKMLO4RI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AoIrkLfhoC4/s320/DSC03793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031444548607205650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received some lovely red tulips and essential oils for Valentine's Day from Dave.  I love the essential oils (he got me lavender and grapefruit/lemongrass) and all their uses.  I read in the little pamphlet that came with them that lavender oils can be applied to wounds for fast healing and can be put in BB's bath to calm her down.  The grapefruit/lemongrass is meant to awaken the senses.  Pictures to come when we get some sun.  I can't stand these dim pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So BB and I are hanging out today.  Should probably do some laundry.  Definitely want to bake before Dave comes home -- maybe scones or banana bread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How am I going to get that wine?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-2632544837038519191?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2632544837038519191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=2632544837038519191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2632544837038519191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2632544837038519191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-mine.html' title='Be Mine'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RdNIKMLO4SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/L9Q7kb4wOa0/s72-c/DSC03794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-1428331131459193469</id><published>2007-02-13T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:09:38.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><title type='text'>Worst. Mood. EVER. ROAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was feeling fine and dandy today and Mr. Sore Throat just had to creep up on me.  I'd like to blame it on the Penang Beef that I was forced/asked to eat tonight -- allergic reaction -- but that's just Mr. Bad Mood getting the best of me because I don't have any allergies.  I can't remember the last time I was in this bad a mood.  Did not help that BB felt like being ONLY held by yours truly.  Thankfully, she is sleeping now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to go blow off some steam.  Time to KNIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-1428331131459193469?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1428331131459193469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=1428331131459193469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1428331131459193469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1428331131459193469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/worst-mood-ever-roar.html' title='Worst. Mood. EVER. ROAR!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8849976086124913148</id><published>2007-02-11T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:15:53.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><title type='text'>Feeling blahbity, blah blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rc92I8LO4OI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/epqV74woI3s/s1600-h/DSC03642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rc92I8LO4OI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/epqV74woI3s/s320/DSC03642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030369204760404194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB and I went to go visit my mom this past Thursday and Friday because we hadn't had much time to spend with her lately.  While we had a great time, we all ended up getting sick.  BB's stomach was a little uneasy before we visited, and with all the messes she made (I will spare you the details) we ended up catching some kind of bug.  I was extremely miserable yesterday and am feeling about 80% better today.  Feeling a little frustrated that I haven't been able to run some errands I had been planning to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, although I have rarely posted lately, I am still alive!  There is much to think about, many birthdays coming up, so I am feeling the need to start running on all cylinders right away.  And I thought I had something to write about...but I guess I really don't right now...sorry!  Be back soon with something interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8849976086124913148?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8849976086124913148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8849976086124913148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8849976086124913148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8849976086124913148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-blahbity-blah-blah.html' title='Feeling blahbity, blah blah...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rc92I8LO4OI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/epqV74woI3s/s72-c/DSC03642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8787067089808504655</id><published>2007-02-07T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:14:43.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>BB IS ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNCGhCAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RNc18omNMKg/s1600-h/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNCGhCAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RNc18omNMKg/s320/DSC03618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029013577233664002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back!  I am now the mother of a one year old munchkin!  The past week + some has been hectic, and after the party I just wanted to rest as much as possible.  Lately I've been resting and trying to tidy up.  I finally uploaded the birthday pictures online, sent the album out to friends and relatives, and am finally writing this birthday recap post.  I'm a little too tired to write, so I'll keep it short.   And by the way, Dave and I just watched Lost.  SO GLAD it's back.  It's such a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do too much the day of BB's birthday.  I picked up a pretty little cupcake at Whole Foods and we stuck a candle in it and sang to her.  She definitely enjoyed eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlMyGhB_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gUMza2c2qJw/s1600-h/DSC03604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlMyGhB_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gUMza2c2qJw/s320/DSC03604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029013572938696690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNiGhCCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/31tlrZrmjT8/s1600-h/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNiGhCCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/31tlrZrmjT8/s320/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029013585823598626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNSGhCBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/t7MAqgnkT2k/s1600-h/DSC03624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNSGhCBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/t7MAqgnkT2k/s320/DSC03624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029013581528631314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures of the decorations and favors I made.  Many thanks to Dave for humoring me when we made the BB heart magnets (pictured below) at 3am the night before the party and to Georgie for all the helpful ideas!  (Some of the pictures aren't that great because of the lighting.  I'm now thinking I should've just turned the dimmers up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNyGhCDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4B6-lU-VO6A/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNyGhCDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4B6-lU-VO6A/s320/DSC03641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029013590118565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpAyGhCOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5-Jjbck49oQ/s1600-h/DSC03754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpAyGhCOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5-Jjbck49oQ/s320/DSC03754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029017764826777826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Happy 1st Birthday" banner.  It turned out great but is hard to see in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpBCGhCPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DDgvWpLhxhk/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpBCGhCPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DDgvWpLhxhk/s320/DSC03758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029017769121745138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpBSGhCQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3dIUw8Qbsts/s1600-h/DSC03761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpBSGhCQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3dIUw8Qbsts/s320/DSC03761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029017773416712450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpBiGhCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ijpRNARKxE8/s1600-h/DSC03764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqpBiGhCRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ijpRNARKxE8/s320/DSC03764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029017777711679762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn8CGhCLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4TilH0AGuzM/s1600-h/DSC03752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn8CGhCLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4TilH0AGuzM/s320/DSC03752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029016583710771378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn8iGhCNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/I4iKBYPklwk/s1600-h/DSC03753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn8iGhCNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/I4iKBYPklwk/s320/DSC03753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029016592300706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo, nobody took a lollipop from this heart flower bouquet.  I think it turned out pretty nice, though.  Here's something funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTSGhCGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/49RGAcZjgPo/s1600-h/DSC03683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTSGhCGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/49RGAcZjgPo/s320/DSC03683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029014784119474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you click on this picture to see this picture in a larger size, you'll see that the cake reads "Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Frist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Birthday."  This is what happens when you leave it all up to Chinatown.  I was mortified when friends called it to my attention, but in the end it was funny...I guess... BB really loved eating it, though, so I figured I wouldn't yell at the illiterate (sorry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;-illiterate) baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTyGhCII/AAAAAAAAAXY/JGheGWMgPNc/s1600-h/DSC03700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTyGhCII/AAAAAAAAAXY/JGheGWMgPNc/s320/DSC03700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029014792709408898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so great to see family and friends we hadn't seen in a long time.  I'm so thankful they made such an effort to come to the party and that everyone had a great time.  Let me tell you, I don't really like being hostess at all.  I like to relax at a party and I didn't do too much of that.  It was all worth it since it was all for BB, but man was I tired after.  So I'll end this post with some of my favorite pictures from the party.  I had to squeeze a picture of my little sister Emma in because she's just so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTCGhCFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qSn4ugnBcng/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTCGhCFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qSn4ugnBcng/s320/DSC03668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029014779824506962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn7SGhCJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OL6AUsGMgMI/s1600-h/DSC03721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn7SGhCJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OL6AUsGMgMI/s320/DSC03721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029016570825869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn7yGhCKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V8pCRYoTfZY/s1600-h/DSC03726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn7yGhCKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V8pCRYoTfZY/s320/DSC03726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029016579415804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn8SGhCMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xzN6vTPIHpM/s1600-h/DSC03730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rcqn8SGhCMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xzN6vTPIHpM/s320/DSC03730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029016588005738690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmSiGhCEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ip29d4ei2UM/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmSiGhCEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ip29d4ei2UM/s320/DSC03643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029014771234572354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTiGhCHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9T9-xXw4DUc/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqmTiGhCHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9T9-xXw4DUc/s320/DSC03694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029014788414441586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8787067089808504655?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8787067089808504655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8787067089808504655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8787067089808504655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8787067089808504655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/bb-is-one.html' title='BB IS ONE!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RcqlNCGhCAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RNc18omNMKg/s72-c/DSC03618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-664654743257671917</id><published>2007-01-30T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:14:36.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><title type='text'>Time Is TICKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb94KCenwII/AAAAAAAAAVw/x-p_PcfDN48/s1600-h/0deco5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb94KCenwII/AAAAAAAAAVw/x-p_PcfDN48/s320/0deco5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867823028093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't posted in a few days because I've been a decorating machine and running all over town trying to make sure we'll be all set for BB's party on Saturday.  I took some tips from my guru, Martha, and made this heart garland.  It's all tangled up here in this picture (I kind of like it that way) but it will be uniform when hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937CenwEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jBWpUgg34fY/s1600-h/0deco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937CenwEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jBWpUgg34fY/s320/0deco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867565330055234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also spent some (or way too much) time making a little "Happy Birthday" heart banner, made of pink and red card stock, red glitter glue for the letters, and cream-colored yarn.  (The third picture has some good sunlight, but I took the other two in the evening so they're not so clear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937SenwFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/I2vtx3KbNmI/s1600-h/0deco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937SenwFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/I2vtx3KbNmI/s320/0deco2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867569625022546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937SenwGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dv3pR9PMMZY/s1600-h/0deco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937SenwGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dv3pR9PMMZY/s320/0deco3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867569625022562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crafty aunt up in Montreal sent a lovely package for BB's birthday.  This cute little handmade tag was one of the things included inside.  I think I'm going to attach it to the front of this scrapbook I got for the party.  Dave and I are going to have everyone sign it and include each person's picture (from the day of) with each message.  It will be a great thing for BB to have when she's a little older.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937ienwHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_XqSoCT_80g/s1600-h/0deco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937ienwHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_XqSoCT_80g/s320/0deco4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867573919989874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all that's really left to worry about are the balloons and cake, and those will be easily taken care of (although I'm not sure who's going to blow up all the balloons...).  We've got 50 confirmed guests so far and about 15 who are still unsure.  Dave and I literally had to call everyone we invited because ONLY ONE person RSVP'ed by telephone (immediate family does not count).  Thank you, Aunt Tami for responding in a timely fashion.  Is everyone trying to make my hair fall out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the party plans, Dave started his new job at a financial company downtown yesterday!  I was so proud when he told me he got the job.  BB's actual birthday is tomorrow, so I might have to plan a little something for dinner.  I can't believe it's been a whole year already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937CenwDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cRScKZAQSyM/s1600-h/0bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb937CenwDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cRScKZAQSyM/s320/0bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867565330055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you resist that face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-664654743257671917?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/664654743257671917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=664654743257671917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/664654743257671917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/664654743257671917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-is-ticking.html' title='Time Is TICKING!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Rb94KCenwII/AAAAAAAAAVw/x-p_PcfDN48/s72-c/0deco5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8801570341403616358</id><published>2007-01-23T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:26:17.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: Do not let your baby play with your things (ie. cell phone) while diaper changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: Baby might decide to throw object into diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Relax, the diaper was clean...but full of A+D Ointment...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8801570341403616358?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8801570341403616358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8801570341403616358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8801570341403616358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8801570341403616358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7012084636938029210</id><published>2007-01-21T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:06:33.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQxOXHJA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/zlaQU0pz_iw/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQxOXHJA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/zlaQU0pz_iw/s200/000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022693607216841618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, when I got out of the shower, I found these two taking a nap.  Call me mushy, but there's nothing more touching than watching your partner and baby in moments like these.  I was watching Dave take care of BB this morning (I was so tired) and I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear the entire time.  He's such a great dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you in the previous post that I would post pictures of the paper flowers I've been making.  Actually, &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=content&amp;id=channel3540150&amp;amp;contentGroup=MSW&amp;site=weddings&amp;amp;rsc=ns2006_m140"&gt;according to Martha's website&lt;/a&gt; (do you like how we're on a first name basis here?), they're pom poms.  I think the pink ones I made look like peonies, so I refer to them as flowers.  I used the directions for the napkin holder-sized ones.  Haven't tried the large ones yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzM3HJA-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8OqF6jmLiJU/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzM3HJA-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8OqF6jmLiJU/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022695780470293474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzanHJA_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/q4AqVOFbw0E/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzanHJA_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/q4AqVOFbw0E/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022696016693494770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzanHJBAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pLK5tF7Uqz4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzanHJBAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pLK5tF7Uqz4/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022696016693494786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're very easy to make, but they just consume time.  They're decorations for BB's birthday party, but I'm not so sure what I want to do with them yet.  I have a feeling I need to make many, many more.  I think I've only made about 12.  Not so many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I tried to find some "annealed steel wire" for those &lt;a href="http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/ideas-for-love-ly-birthday.html"&gt;wire trees&lt;/a&gt; I was going to make for centerpieces, but the guys at Lowe's had not a single clue what I was talking about.  GREAT.  The floral wire at A.C. Moore was too thin, so I have no idea where I should look now.  A local hardware store?  Home Depot?  This makes me not want to make them anymore.  I have two weeks left.  I need to figure something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with some photos of my mischievous munchkin.  Here's some proof that she's up to no good!  I look away for a minute and then I find that she's somehow gotten INTO her toy bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMXHJA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/25PGvwJn61o/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMXHJA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/25PGvwJn61o/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022695771880358818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are some pictures of here taking a "big girl bath."  I am to blame for the crazy hair-do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMnHJA7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/xR9rhOMo0DA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMnHJA7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/xR9rhOMo0DA/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022695776175326130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzM3HJA9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/1foJryl7PHY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzM3HJA9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/1foJryl7PHY/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022695780470293458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMnHJA8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/V0U3EsFy1os/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMnHJA8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/V0U3EsFy1os/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022695776175326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winking is BB's new thing.  Whenever she wants to get my attention she winks because she knows I think it's the funniest thing.  She hardly ever does it when I tell her to (to show others).  I bet everyone thinks I'm a big fat liar, so here's proof!  SHE CAN DO IT, I TELL YOU!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQzMnHJA8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/V0U3EsFy1os/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7012084636938029210?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7012084636938029210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7012084636938029210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7012084636938029210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7012084636938029210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Things That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbQxOXHJA5I/AAAAAAAAATo/zlaQU0pz_iw/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8636137129733869897</id><published>2007-01-19T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:16:25.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>A Little Time for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another chilly day.  Another day inside.  I only left the apartment today to pick Dave up at the train stop and I had to bring BB along (good thing she was well bundled up!).  I am anxious to go out -- there are still many things that need to be taken care of -- but I'm reluctant to expose BB to the cold.  We finally got a little snow here, and I'm content with just a little.  Any more than a little is...well...too much... (This is where Dave would look at me as if I had teeth coming out of my ears.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's late, but I'm up just to have a little time to myself.  BB and her daddy went to bed awhile ago and I've been up to no good.  I should've been making the rest of the paper flower decorations for BB's birthday (pictures coming soon) but I just ended up browsing through my favorite blogs and reviews on Golden Globes fashion.  Additionally, I also had a very nice, piping hot, 15 minute shower with no interruptions or worry of interruptions.  I should be off to bed soon to curl up next to my guy, and wrap myself in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbBfSXHJA4I/AAAAAAAAATU/-yOniSTjxqo/s1600-h/0003.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbBfSXHJA4I/AAAAAAAAATU/-yOniSTjxqo/s320/0003.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021618353564353410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...THIS!  I bought this for myself (a steal on sale!) the other week.  It's probably something I've been drooling over for the past two or three years.  I've bought many as gifts for others but never got one for myself until now.  We already have the red and gold one, but it was really a gift from my mom to Dave so I never really thought of it as my own.  Ha!  Restoration Hardware's chenille throws are the best.  Not only are they beautiful and soft, they're also very heavy (which I L-O-V-E in a blanket).  I am a blanket fiend and can never have enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbBfSHHJA2I/AAAAAAAAATE/2U1O25u_1Ss/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbBfSHHJA2I/AAAAAAAAATE/2U1O25u_1Ss/s320/0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021618349269386082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also picked up these cute little bowls from Anthropologie.  $2 apiece.  So cute.  I've been using them for serving BB's baby food and for little helpings of ice cream for myself.  Anyway, there are a couple good steals.  A couple things just for me.  There's no harm in indulging oneself once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8636137129733869897?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8636137129733869897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8636137129733869897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8636137129733869897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8636137129733869897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-time-for-me.html' title='A Little Time for Me'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RbBfSXHJA4I/AAAAAAAAATU/-yOniSTjxqo/s72-c/0003.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-2330260440169938473</id><published>2007-01-17T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:54:04.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Girl With a Tissue Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun is back!  I'm not really going to write too much right now, but I just wanted to post some morning playtime pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave is proud of this purchase and calls them "The Building Blocks of Life."  Oh, Papa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpHHJAxI/AAAAAAAAASI/cehoYLzhPj0/s1600-h/2blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpHHJAxI/AAAAAAAAASI/cehoYLzhPj0/s320/2blocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021040401290167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpXHJAyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pnz-pjyNPKc/s1600-h/2closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpXHJAyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pnz-pjyNPKc/s320/2closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021040405585134370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, BB has been ripping her socks off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpXHJAzI/AAAAAAAAASY/nq2kkGu4aIM/s1600-h/2missingsock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpXHJAzI/AAAAAAAAASY/nq2kkGu4aIM/s320/2missingsock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021040405585134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who needs a tissue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpnHJA0I/AAAAAAAAASg/CVKpu5LVydE/s1600-h/2tissue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpnHJA0I/AAAAAAAAASg/CVKpu5LVydE/s320/2tissue1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021040409880101698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpnHJA1I/AAAAAAAAASo/xZJYlIKTJGY/s1600-h/2tissue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpnHJA1I/AAAAAAAAASo/xZJYlIKTJGY/s320/2tissue2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021040409880101714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't help it.  The tissue looked so great in the sunlight, but it was boring by itself.  BB definitely makes it more interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-2330260440169938473?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2330260440169938473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=2330260440169938473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2330260440169938473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2330260440169938473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/girl-with-tissue-hat.html' title='Girl With a Tissue Hat'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/Ra5RpHHJAxI/AAAAAAAAASI/cehoYLzhPj0/s72-c/2blocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7646237389117696698</id><published>2007-01-16T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:26:57.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Graduation: Big Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaxfbHHJAwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Vte7-tzQ8pw/s1600-h/biggirlbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaxfbHHJAwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Vte7-tzQ8pw/s320/biggirlbath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020492603981366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;((Please ignore Grey Poupon-colored bathtub.  Thank you.))&lt;/span&gt;  Tonight, we let BB have a "big girl bath."  We are getting rid of the Snug Tub (which was a great buy) now that she's almost one.  As you can see from the picture, she enjoyed it very much and now we can break out all the big bath toys she got for Christmas from her Uncle Matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're supposed to get freezing rain tomorrow with a high of 29 degrees.  Looks like winter finally made it's way over here and, while I'm usually excited to see snow, I'm not a fan now that I have BB's health to think of.  Last year she was a newborn, so she stayed inside most of the time.  I'm really going to have to bundle her up since I have many errands to run the rest of the month.  At least all that outerwear I bought two months ago will FINALLY come in handy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched the Globes tonight.  I really have to see Dreamgirls.  I have the soundtrack and love to belt out the songs in my car (dork).  It was nice to see people like Jennifer Hudson and America Ferrera win.  Hugh Laurie's speeches are always the funniest.  Now that I think of it, I don't think I've seen any of the nominated movies.  What was the last movie I physically saw in a movie theater?  Pride and Prejudice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dave's final semester begins tomorrow.  I'm so happy for him and proud and can't wait for him to be done.  I feel like once the semester is over our lives are going to take off.  It's quite exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7646237389117696698?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7646237389117696698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7646237389117696698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7646237389117696698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7646237389117696698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/graduation-big-tub.html' title='Graduation: Big Tub'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaxfbHHJAwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Vte7-tzQ8pw/s72-c/biggirlbath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-9087343121772362825</id><published>2007-01-14T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:04:29.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>Ideas for a LOVE-ly birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent part of the day surfing the net for ideas for BB's birthday party.  I'm not going to go with a Sesame Street or Dora theme (they seem to be rather popular) because 1) BB isn't really at an age where she would be interested in either, and 2) I want the party to be more original.  I'm sure Dora or whoever will come to haunt me in the next year or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only theme I could think of (that I like) is hearts.  PLUS, by coincidence, I included red heart confetti in the invitation envelopes.  With Valentine's Day coming up, there are tons of ideas being thrown around.  I, of course, went straight to Martha and found several things that would suit the theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsXHJAtI/AAAAAAAAARU/FCwA0eal88A/s1600-h/msheargarland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsXHJAtI/AAAAAAAAARU/FCwA0eal88A/s320/msheargarland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020036603008582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsnHJAuI/AAAAAAAAARc/KNMi0p25KZ0/s1600-h/mspompoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsnHJAuI/AAAAAAAAARc/KNMi0p25KZ0/s320/mspompoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020036607303549666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the tissue paper pom poms are gorgeous!  I hope I can set aside enough time to make them.  I hope I can make them at all!  I was also trying to think of a clever centerpiece for each table and I was reminded of a MS Christmas idea where Christmas cards were displayed on a tree of branches.  I found this little Easter egg tree idea on her website.  I think, if I really dedicate myself, I can make these wire trees -- except, instead of eggs, I'll attach decorative cardstock hearts on the branches with ribbon.  We'll see, in time, if I can actually pull something like this off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsnHJAvI/AAAAAAAAARk/wuglPPECW-Q/s1600-h/mswiretree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsnHJAvI/AAAAAAAAARk/wuglPPECW-Q/s320/mswiretree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020036607303549682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since Dave and I are on a budget, I don't want to go boutique shopping for a birthday outfit for BB (or rather, I would like to but can't).  I searched around online and found this cute dress at Gymboree.  If you look closely, you can see there's a heart at the center.  I think it's rather appropriate for the occaision, so I think this is the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAqnHJAsI/AAAAAAAAARM/2XgaqMbabAI/s1600-h/gymbodress.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAqnHJAsI/AAAAAAAAARM/2XgaqMbabAI/s320/gymbodress.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020036572943811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO, this week needs to be all about getting the materials necessary to make this party happen.  Really, my biggest issue at the moment is finding a decent cake that will feed around 75 people!  I know of a place back where my dad lives, but the distance isn't exactly convenient.  UGH!  Sheet cakes can be so ugly and generic.  Let's pray we can find one in time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-9087343121772362825?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9087343121772362825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=9087343121772362825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9087343121772362825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9087343121772362825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/ideas-for-love-ly-birthday.html' title='Ideas for a LOVE-ly birthday...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RarAsXHJAtI/AAAAAAAAARU/FCwA0eal88A/s72-c/msheargarland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-1633000165359066277</id><published>2007-01-12T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:59:16.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WANT'/><title type='text'>DROOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2007/01/sneak_peek_proe.html"&gt;Proenza Schouler is coming to Target.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-1633000165359066277?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1633000165359066277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=1633000165359066277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1633000165359066277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1633000165359066277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/drool.html' title='DROOL'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3298150645137705630</id><published>2007-01-12T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:19:41.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>I love a good eggplant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaekJHHJArI/AAAAAAAAARA/2wuaFpOXYh8/s1600-h/eggplant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaekJHHJArI/AAAAAAAAARA/2wuaFpOXYh8/s320/eggplant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019160786162483890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at this eggplant I found sitting in the middle of our living room, rummaging through my diaper bag!  Little Miss Eggplant sure has fat and cute cheeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am now determined to get out of this sleeping funk I've been in.  Ever since the holidays started it's been hard for me to physically wake up unless I've slept until, say, 11am.  It's ok, I guess if you're a college student -- but I am a MOM!  I need to get it together!  Need to get BB IN bed earlier and me OUT of it earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a nice dinner last night at Cheesecake Factory with our old roommate and his girlfriend last night.  It's definitely more difficult to take BB out to eat these days.  When she was smaller, she just sat there and either slept or didn't do much.  But now that she's so active, alert, and interested in everything, she can't sit still.  It's true that, whenever we go out to dinner, she's always facing a different direction.  She never looks at us!  I literally have to turn the highchair outwards so she doesn't contort her legs as she turns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a couple things I want to get done today: brainstorm a theme for BB's birthday party, and hang up a painting and a bunch of framed pictures we recently accumulated.  I must wait for Dave to get home from the dentist to do the latter, so I think I'll go make BB's apple oatmeal now.  Toodles for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-3298150645137705630?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3298150645137705630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3298150645137705630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3298150645137705630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3298150645137705630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-good-eggplant.html' title='I love a good eggplant.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaekJHHJArI/AAAAAAAAARA/2wuaFpOXYh8/s72-c/eggplant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3407010743614333284</id><published>2007-01-11T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:49:34.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><title type='text'>I have no name for you, post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ17nHJAqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IbAxCQTGZos/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ17nHJAqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IbAxCQTGZos/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018828501722661538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been up to a bunch since I last posted.  I ended up taking BB back to the pediatrician because I suspected she had a yeast infection.  Yes, babies (even baby boys) are prone to those.  Since she wasn't feverish anymore, the doctor said we could take her off the antibiotics (the culprit).  We also found out she has thrush, so she got a prescription for that along with the Monistat cream that was recommended.  Poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I've sent out all the invitations for BB's birthday party.  That's definitely a feat in itself!  I was so worried about getting them out late -- we're cutting it close as it is.  I wish I started planning it back in December, but I'll just have to make do with the time we have left.  I don't think I've ever planned a party before... I'm nervous because this has to be great.  It's a one time thing, a first birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ1q3HJAnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/o3u7OTvPfwM/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ1q3HJAnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/o3u7OTvPfwM/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018828213959852658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ1rHHJAoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-MuIBceIxCg/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ1rHHJAoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-MuIBceIxCg/s320/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018828218254819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave's going to come home early from work today (yes!) and we're going to go visit his cousin Wayne in town.  After, we're going to have dinner with our old roommate Masaki and his girlfriend.  I miss Masaki, and he was by far the best roommate anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ1rXHJApI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dSBUUkrtWtQ/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ1rXHJApI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dSBUUkrtWtQ/s320/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018828222549787282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-3407010743614333284?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3407010743614333284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3407010743614333284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3407010743614333284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3407010743614333284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-no-name-for-you-post.html' title='I have no name for you, post.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaZ17nHJAqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/IbAxCQTGZos/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-2181388143779293542</id><published>2007-01-08T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:15:48.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WANT'/><title type='text'>A little inspiration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7MWzoLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HmH-vLj9GKs/s1600-h/westelmpillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7MWzoLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HmH-vLj9GKs/s320/westelmpillows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017537667889602738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the style of &lt;a href="http://www.westelm.com"&gt;West Elm&lt;/a&gt;.  One opened recently in the Trilogy buildings in Fenway -- right down the street from where we USED to live.  I can't wait to move and decorate the way I want to.  Anyway, I checked the website and they've got some great new stuff.  The pictures are so inspiring and beautiful.  Love the cool blues and greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jzsINl5tiyw/s1600-h/westelmroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jzsINl5tiyw/s320/westelmroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017537672184570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantastic headboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/V6B-s5LOd48/s1600-h/westelmroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/V6B-s5LOd48/s320/westelmroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017537672184570066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JYkiyidTW00/s1600-h/westelmroom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JYkiyidTW00/s320/westelmroom3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017537672184570082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AAgbscHQ6xY/s1600-h/westelmroom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7cWzoPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AAgbscHQ6xY/s320/westelmroom4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017537672184570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-2181388143779293542?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2181388143779293542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=2181388143779293542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2181388143779293542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2181388143779293542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-inspiration.html' title='A little inspiration...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RaHf7MWzoLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HmH-vLj9GKs/s72-c/westelmpillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7879665776574192045</id><published>2007-01-07T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:00:55.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML and I Don't Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am SO frustrated with this whole HTML template deal.  As you may have noticed, I changed the header of my page.  While I'm pleased with the picture, I can't get rid of that extra "bb + me" in the top left corner.  If anyone knows how, PLEEEASE email me or leave a comment.  It's bothering me like you won't believe!!!  I feel so challenged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7879665776574192045?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7879665776574192045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7879665776574192045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7879665776574192045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7879665776574192045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/html-and-i-dont-mix.html' title='HTML and I Don&apos;t Mix'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-9219917382000076268</id><published>2007-01-06T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:23:33.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><title type='text'>Worthy Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a444.g.akamai.net/7/444/703/20061218143232/www.marthastewart.com/images/content/feature/0107_msl_toc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://a444.g.akamai.net/7/444/703/20061218143232/www.marthastewart.com/images/content/feature/0107_msl_toc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I bought my first issue of Martha Stewart Living.  I'm excited to start crafting and this is perfect for getting the creative juices flowing.  It's a little frustrating knowing that we're going to be moving soon in the sense that I don't want to make things that won't go with the new place (wherever that may be).  Does that make sense?  (Another goal for the year is to be more articulate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the idea of the bulletin board with pockets (in the picture that's center right).  Oh, the possibilities!!!  I wish there were better places to purchase fabric around here...I think I'm going to have to order online (in love with &lt;a href="http://www.purlsoho.com"&gt;Purl Soho&lt;/a&gt;).  I also really love the idea of a framed bulletin board hanging from wide grosgrain ribbon.  So many Good Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to come up with my own ideas as well.  I'm not too comfortable with the idea of replicating (sounds better than "copying").  I have to learn how to use my new machine first, so maybe I'll mosey on over to Barnes &amp; Noble -- and maybe Dave will watch BB for me, hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB has gone to bed early (I think) so I now have some time to myself.  Dave is spending the night at his parents' home in order to bring them to the airport early in the morning.  They're going on a Western Caribbean cruise for a week.  I'm totally dying to go.  Cozumel.  Costa Maya.  Grand Caymans.  All you can eat FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just tidy up (lately this place seems to be perpetually messy) and do a little reading.  I bought Jane Austen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how long ago and I'm finally getting around to reading it.  It's pretty dense reading, so I need to focus.  Til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marthastewart.com/images/content/goodthing/gt060_frameboard1_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://marthastewart.com/images/content/goodthing/gt060_frameboard1_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-9219917382000076268?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9219917382000076268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=9219917382000076268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9219917382000076268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9219917382000076268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/worthy-reading.html' title='Worthy Reading'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6665812285143121908</id><published>2007-01-06T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:00:38.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way...Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ_4WsWzoFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NUHOhmWepow/s1600-h/newyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ_4WsWzoFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NUHOhmWepow/s400/newyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017001578661650514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I completely forgot to wish you all a Happy New Year!  It's a week into the new year and it's definitely been very busy so far.  It seems like everyone's been talking about having a "clean slate."  I've been thinking a lot about what I want to accomplish this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LEARN TO SEW... read more... BE MORE ORGANIZED... get back in touch with my creative side... TAKE BETTER PICTURES (and abandon the flash)... take a few classes... GO ON VACATION... and there's more that I can't think of at the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2006 was an eventful year for us, and there is so much for which I am grateful.  I have the most wonderful daughter anyone could wish for.  We are truly spoiled.  I have a wonderful boyfriend who is so supportive, my best friend, and a fantastic father.  I have an amazing family: parents who love and stand by me, the best siblings anyone could ask for, in-laws who treat me as if I were family all along, and encouraging and caring friends of the highest caliber.  I am grateful that we are healthy (BB's fever is gone!) and able to live the quality of life we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May the New Year bring you everything you hope and wish for, and may you be able to feel as lucky as I do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((P.S. Why is it 70 degrees outside?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6665812285143121908?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6665812285143121908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6665812285143121908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6665812285143121908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6665812285143121908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/by-wayhappy-new-year.html' title='By the way...Happy New Year!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ_4WsWzoFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NUHOhmWepow/s72-c/newyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7036106037672667340</id><published>2007-01-05T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:38:13.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Amoxicillin Panini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ8WqMWzoEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YrlKdfpujpg/s1600-h/panini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ8WqMWzoEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YrlKdfpujpg/s320/panini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016753424041222210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE my new panini grill.  My mom got it for Dave and me for Christmas and I finally took it out of the box yesterday.  Tonight I made some pretty tasty paninis: italian bread, garlic sautéed baby asparagus, genoa salami, and mozzarella cheese.  All those days of watching Everday Italian on the Food Network came in handy because I remembered to brush the bread with extra virgin olive oil, and voila, we have some pretty, golden toasted bread.  Next time, I'm going to add more asparagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Update on BB: Kid had a tough day.  We went to see Dr. Chang this morning and we were there for almost 2 hours.  She did a urine culture and I took BB to the hospital to get blood tests done "STAT."  It was so excruciating to watch the whole ordeal as a mom (it took awhile for them to find a vein and BB screamed the entire time).  In a nutshell, BB has some sort of infection and we might have to see the doctor again tomorrow if her fever persists.  For now, we're swimming in amoxicillin and Motrin drops.  I'm not going to sleep well until this is all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7036106037672667340?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7036106037672667340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7036106037672667340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7036106037672667340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7036106037672667340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/amoxicillin-panini.html' title='Amoxicillin Panini'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ8WqMWzoEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YrlKdfpujpg/s72-c/panini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-1032995901050575643</id><published>2007-01-04T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:39:49.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><title type='text'>Boo, flu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ1d7onFn2I/AAAAAAAAANg/7J1soCnNsY0/s1600-h/1giddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ1d7onFn2I/AAAAAAAAANg/7J1soCnNsY0/s320/1giddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016268839055630178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The flu shot BB got on Tuesday has been rearing its ugly head this week.  She had the chills last night and a 101.5 temperature this afternoon, so I've been pretty worried.  It's the first time she's been really sick (runny noses don't count).  We're going to see her doctor tomorrow just as a precaution.  Until then, we're just hibernating here in the bedroom and living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't posted in awhile because things are STILL busy. On top of BB's little flu, we're still reeling from the New Year's festivities.  My birthday is on New Year's Eve, so it's always a crazy time, being in the restaurant business and all.  I thought about it hard and realized I don't like having my birthday on the last day of the year.  Friends are always out of town visiting home and everyone is celebrating something else.  BUT, on the upside, I have many things to be thankful for and I'm a very lucky person so I'm not going to complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom watched BB for the weekend and Dave took me out to Samba Steak House &amp; Sushi (no website) Saturday night and I loved it.  It's a fusion of Japanese and South American (I think) food.  Definitely going back -- and it's right down the street!  We spent New Year's Eve all over the place.  We worked the whole day at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.chinablossom.com/"&gt;China Blossom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and then went to Boston to meet up with Wayne and his girlfriend.  We made it into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.underbarboston.com/"&gt;Underbar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; literally a minute before midnight.  We had a great night until Dave and I got locked out of Wayne's apartment.  Long story short -- they fell asleep and couldn't hear their doorbell ring, we walked around the Copley area at 4 am for what seems like forever looking for a hotel with vacancy.  Lenox -- booked.  Marriott Courtyard -- $400 a night.  Westin -- booked.  Luckily, Marriott Copley had a room on the 32nd floor and late check out.  The clock read 5 am when I got into bed.  I was definitely upset with Wayne ("just ring the bell"), but I must admit that the hotel bed was very comfortable and the view was choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Year's Day, the four of us had brunch at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.colonnadehotel.com/dining_at_brasserie_jo/"&gt;Brasserie Jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and spent the afternoon playing with Wayne's new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://wii.com/"&gt;Nintendo Wii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Video games, I know, but the technology was amazing and it was a great workout.  All in all, it was the best birthday I've ever had and I have Dave to thank for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post is getting longer than I originally anticipated, so I'm going to stop here.  So many things to do.  I really want to get everything out of the way so I can start thinking about new things.  1) BB's 1st birthday needs to be planned.  Dave and I drew up a draft for the guestlist and it's huge.  How do I begin to cut it down?  Can I?!  2) I want to break out my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.huskystar.net/us/45.htm"&gt;sewing machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!  I need to make room for it (as soon as Dave throws out the Christmas tree) and I want to get to it soon!  Sorry the writing is so bad -- too many distractions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-1032995901050575643?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1032995901050575643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=1032995901050575643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1032995901050575643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1032995901050575643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/boo-flu.html' title='Boo, flu!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZ1d7onFn2I/AAAAAAAAANg/7J1soCnNsY0/s72-c/1giddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-274352989337932442</id><published>2006-12-26T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:20:49.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Calm After the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a week.  I saved all my Christmas shopping for the last week before Christmas, and I can honestly say that it had its ups and downs.  I always say it's a benefit to wait for the last minute in the sense that one might work better under pressure (true in my case), but I definitely shopped for five whole days (or at least it seemed that way) and it was so tiring.  Now that everything is over we've been trying to clean up as much as possible.  I think a trip to Ikea is in order.  We need new storage systems to organize all the loot BB got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDtRC88OI/AAAAAAAAALU/3tJXoTI5sHc/s1600-h/2tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDtRC88OI/AAAAAAAAALU/3tJXoTI5sHc/s320/2tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013003042677387490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really happy with our tree.  It was our first tree as adults and as a family and I think it looked beautiful.  Execpt for the Baby's 1st Christmas ornament, I made all the decorations by hand.  I displayed all our Christmas cards on the wall behind by attaching them to rope made of yarn and I'm only sorry I didn't think of it sooner.  It makes me sad to think we have to take this all down in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgBC88JI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gemLvyxxZ0A/s1600-h/2frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgBC88JI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gemLvyxxZ0A/s320/2frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002815044120722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made all the tags on the presents by hand since I had some leftover cardstock from the paper globes I made.  The ones in the pictures aren't the best ones.  I went all out on some and they made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDtRC88NI/AAAAAAAAALM/Hsy-4R7zWpk/s1600-h/2todad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDtRC88NI/AAAAAAAAALM/Hsy-4R7zWpk/s320/2todad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013003042677387474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgRC88MI/AAAAAAAAALE/ABVMPgU96ow/s1600-h/2papamama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgRC88MI/AAAAAAAAALE/ABVMPgU96ow/s320/2papamama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002819339088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Uncle Edison had a Christmas party at his home last Tuesday, so Dave, BB and I trekked down to Western Mass to see everyone and exchange gifts.  The adults did a Yankee Swap and I copped myself a $100 gift certificate to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://ochoadayspa.com/"&gt;Ochoa's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Maybe I should get a manicure this weekend before my birthday.  Since we couldn't afford to buy gifts for ever single one of my cousins, I baked almost 100 chocolate chip cookies and attached, yes, you guessed, little paper globes to each package.  They're all such sweet kids.  They were very appreciative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgBC88KI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SzeoXiivuh0/s1600-h/2kidglobes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgBC88KI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SzeoXiivuh0/s320/2kidglobes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002815044120738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgRC88LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vy-1v6RXpUQ/s1600-h/2kidglobes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgRC88LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vy-1v6RXpUQ/s320/2kidglobes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002819339088050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While Dave's sister Wanda (pictured below) and I shopped til we dropped, we stopped to take BB to see Santa Claus.  We were second in line, thank goodness.  As I gave BB to St. Nick, she gave me a look that said, "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!  WHO IS THIS MAN?!  DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"  She looked from me to the whole line of people who were waiting in line and watching.  She didn't cry, but she looks so stiff in the official picture (the one below was taken with my camera).  They used a cowbell to try to get her attention.  I thought it was hilarious and I love the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDthC88PI/AAAAAAAAALc/e06ouJg7Yaw/s1600-h/2wandabb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDthC88PI/AAAAAAAAALc/e06ouJg7Yaw/s320/2wandabb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013003046972354802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHD8RC88QI/AAAAAAAAALk/86TUntITnPY/s1600-h/2bbandsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHD8RC88QI/AAAAAAAAALk/86TUntITnPY/s320/2bbandsanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013003300375425282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so many pictures from Christmas Day and a lot to speak of, but I'll just cut it down and maybe I'll get into some details if I get around to posting in the remainder of this week.  We opened presents in the morning with Dave's mom and sisters, traveled to my mom's after, and finally made a stop at my dad's for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgBC88II/AAAAAAAAAKk/VEyR6s-57i0/s1600-h/2bbxmasday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDgBC88II/AAAAAAAAAKk/VEyR6s-57i0/s320/2bbxmasday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002815044120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric Carle animal flash cards since, according to Dave, BB needs to train for Mensa status.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCzhC87_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pwditIAkOCE/s1600-h/2bbxd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCzhC87_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pwditIAkOCE/s320/2bbxd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002050539941874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCzxC88AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uPZpBTB_Qwc/s1600-h/2bbxd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCzxC88AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uPZpBTB_Qwc/s320/2bbxd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002054834909186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCnBC87-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/8fm9Fmoeedk/s1600-h/2bbxd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCnBC87-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/8fm9Fmoeedk/s320/2bbxd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013001835791577058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She liked this a lot (I chose it, of course).  It's so cute.  Amongst other things, it shouts, "Hug me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCzxC88BI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HId26Ms4ARM/s1600-h/2bbxd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCzxC88BI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HId26Ms4ARM/s320/2bbxd5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002054834909202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother being silly with the stockings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNBC88DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w-F3-GUmzOs/s1600-h/2bbxd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNBC88DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w-F3-GUmzOs/s320/2bbxd7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002488626606130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The customary framed photo of BB for my mom.  Can't go wrong with something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNBC88EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s-_BvXCQMTY/s1600-h/2bbxd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNBC88EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s-_BvXCQMTY/s320/2bbxd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002488626606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dave unwrapping Fort Knox.  Why are kids toys always plastered and wired to the packaging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNRC88FI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NGSK1OVRRPQ/s1600-h/2bbxd9..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNRC88FI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NGSK1OVRRPQ/s320/2bbxd9..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002492921573458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNRC88GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HqTcyxJIyIE/s1600-h/2bbxd91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNRC88GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HqTcyxJIyIE/s320/2bbxd91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002492921573474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB with Uncle Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNhC88HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-FFD9w1SW4g/s1600-h/2bbxd92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDNhC88HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-FFD9w1SW4g/s320/2bbxd92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002497216540786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as you've probably noticed, I'm kind of tired of writing...not that I really wrote much.  I'll write more later.  Until then, I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season!  I'm gonna go RELAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHC0BC88CI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uy-OLQnO7PY/s1600-h/2bbxd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHC0BC88CI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uy-OLQnO7PY/s320/2bbxd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013002059129876514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHCnBC87-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/8fm9Fmoeedk/s1600-h/2bbxd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-274352989337932442?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/274352989337932442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=274352989337932442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/274352989337932442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/274352989337932442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/calm-after-storm.html' title='The Calm After the Storm'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RZHDtRC88OI/AAAAAAAAALU/3tJXoTI5sHc/s72-c/2tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7592631545536957501</id><published>2006-12-22T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:48:39.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a few days since I last posted and I'm sorry there isn't anything for my small, faithful audience to read.  Dave and I have been busy doing all of our Christmas shopping this week.  Yes, we saved it for the week before Christmas in true Yee style.  In addition, my computer was at the Apple repair center.  I picked it up last night when we went shopping at Chestnut Hill.  It's as good as new!!!  So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll try to post later tonight, but I'm just going to concentrate on wrapping and taking care of BB for now.  Wanda is coming in from San Francisco today, although her flight is delayed.  I hope she makes it here okay and in a timely fashion.  Holiday travel is an absolute headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be back later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7592631545536957501?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7592631545536957501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7592631545536957501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7592631545536957501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7592631545536957501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/brief-hello.html' title='Brief Hello'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-9014243107321588026</id><published>2006-12-16T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:07:07.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainty'/><title type='text'>Never Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did anyone else know that one should change the part in one's hair at least every six months?  If you don't your hair will begin to grow at an angle.  Georgie informed me of this a week ago and I've been apprehensive to give it a go until today.  IT'S SO STRANGE!  I know this doesn't seem like a big deal, but my hair has been parted on the left side since eighth grade -- almost half my life!  It's been bothering me all day, but I guess I just have to suck it up and get used to it.  I don't want angular hair follicles...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-9014243107321588026?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9014243107321588026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=9014243107321588026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9014243107321588026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9014243107321588026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-knew.html' title='Never Knew'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7737703228452782909</id><published>2006-12-16T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:56:11.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Call Me Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYR0oBC878I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3BdLz0v_u4/s1600-h/00snowflake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYR0oBC878I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3BdLz0v_u4/s320/00snowflake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009256916367241154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a batch of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=content&amp;id=channel2250043&amp;amp;navLevel=2&amp;site=kids"&gt;yarn snowflakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I saw on Martha Stewart's website.  The idea was listed in the kids section of the site and I don't quite see how this project is kid-friendly...unless you're willing to have your entire house covered in Elmer's by the end of the project.  It was definitely a sticky job and I don't think I'll be making anymore.  Eight is enough.  I even managed to get a glob of glue in my hair.  They look cute, though, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our tree is definitely baby-friendly.  Save the lights, there is no glass on it at all.  BB hasn't really tried to grab the tree at all, which I am very thankful for.  What's also great is that it's not a prickly tree.  The ends of the needles are all rounded.  I wonder what kind of tree it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYR0ohC879I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kaJPq806V_I/s1600-h/00yarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYR0ohC879I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kaJPq806V_I/s320/00yarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009256924957175762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been trying to make a bunch of pom poms to attach to gifts for my family's party on Tuesday.  I'm just going to bake some great chocolate chip cookies for the younger kids, package them, and attach a pom pom and/or paper globe (yes, more paper globes) to each.  Us adults (I'm an adult now) are doing a yankee swap (which I thought would suck until my stepmom informed me of some of the AWESOME gifts that are in the running).  Even though there's the swap, I'm hoping I can make some time to make some ornaments for my stepmom and favorite aunts.  I know they'll appreciate that sort of thing.  The globes are a cinch, but I have many more pom poms to make...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got some new Netflix movies in the mail.  I just finished watching The Devil Wears Prada, and, like the book, I wasn't too impressed.  I don't think I even finished the book.  So predictable and overrated.  The fashion was fun to see in the movie and Meryl Streep was great (of course), but the differences between the book and the movie bothered me.  How could they change the boyfriend's job from inner-city, do-good elementary teacher to a line chef?  And what is the point of that?  I am in love with Adrian Grenier, but come on.  We also got the second Pirates of the Caribbean, but maybe I'll wait for Dave to get home from work in case he wants to watch it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I officially weaned BB off one bottle.  We're down to three 7 oz bottles a day and we're up on solids.  She's doing very well.  I have it too easy with her.  One of her new things is standing on one foot (while holding something, of course).  She's pretty silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time for Bottle #2, so I'm going to run.  Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7737703228452782909?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7737703228452782909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7737703228452782909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7737703228452782909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7737703228452782909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-me-martha.html' title='Call Me Martha'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYR0oBC878I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3BdLz0v_u4/s72-c/00snowflake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-2080549793303810659</id><published>2006-12-15T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:21:39.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Paper Globe Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeorK5UHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/acFlk4_dYA4/s1600-h/1fulltree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeorK5UHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/acFlk4_dYA4/s320/1fulltree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008810525953970290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm pretty much finished decorating the tree.  I think I'll make another pom pom or two and a few yarn snowflakes, but I think the tree is adequately dressed.  I had thought of buying some shiny glass ornaments, but I'm kinda feeling the paper look.  As you can see, I got a little carried away with the paper globes.  They're just so easy to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeo7K5UII/AAAAAAAAAIU/swIuHK8bmZg/s1600-h/1globes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeo7K5UII/AAAAAAAAAIU/swIuHK8bmZg/s320/1globes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008810530248937602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing as it's our first Christmas as a family and therefore our first tree, we didn't have a star to put on top.  I didn't feel like buying one so I made a giant yellow/goldenrod globe for a topper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeo7K5UJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Os5JrC4EmV8/s1600-h/1globetop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeo7K5UJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Os5JrC4EmV8/s320/1globetop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008810530248937618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have too much to post about.  I sent out most of our holiday cards yesterday and have a few addresses that Dave needs to get for me in order to send out the rest.  I'm hoping we'll be going out later today to try to get some serious Christmas shopping done.  Poor BB still doesn't have anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took a tour at a daycare center today -- the same one Jasmine attends.  I'm not sure what I would do with myself if we did send BB (part time), but I definitely need some other kind of outlet.  The place was decent and the staff was nice, but I wish it were cleaner...but I'm guessing it's as clean as humanly possible seeing as there are tons of kids running around...sharing boogers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeo7K5UKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hyBsPHUkpDA/s1600-h/1littlefoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeo7K5UKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hyBsPHUkpDA/s320/1littlefoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008810530248937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-2080549793303810659?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2080549793303810659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=2080549793303810659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2080549793303810659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/2080549793303810659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/paper-globe-insanity.html' title='Paper Globe Insanity'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RYLeorK5UHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/acFlk4_dYA4/s72-c/1fulltree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3044520849759435895</id><published>2006-12-12T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:32:04.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Creative Juices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I made a trip to the local craft store yesterday and bought some supplies so I could make some handmade ornaments for our tree.  I got some ideas from &lt;a href="http://shimandsons.typepad.com/shimandsons/2006/12/a_little_paper_.html#comments"&gt;Sally's blog&lt;/a&gt; (thank you for sharing) and made some Martha Stewart paper globes and pom poms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7JsiuhbTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vIbedjsGKUM/s1600-h/111papergoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7JsiuhbTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vIbedjsGKUM/s320/111papergoods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007661602755931442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7IPCuhbOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CW-I-qWzTqk/s1600-h/111globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7IPCuhbOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CW-I-qWzTqk/s320/111globe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007659996438162658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7IPSuhbPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MufVe1bRAU4/s1600-h/111globes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7IPSuhbPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MufVe1bRAU4/s320/111globes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007660000733129970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7IPiuhbRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LwydfKDGZkw/s1600-h/111pompom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7IPiuhbRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LwydfKDGZkw/s320/111pompom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007660005028097298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still have to make more, but it's a start.  It's very rewarding to make things by hand -- especially things that you know you're going to save over the years.  I think I'm also going to make some &lt;a href="http://marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=content&amp;id=channel2250043&amp;amp;navLevel=2&amp;site=kids"&gt;yarn snowflakes&lt;/a&gt;, too.  I am obsessed with the pom poms.  I need to get some red and yellow-gold yarn for more color variety.  If you want to learn how to make pom poms too, &lt;a href="http://www.fiber-images.com/Free_Things/How_Tos/how-to_make_pompom.htm"&gt;here's a link&lt;/a&gt; to a tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to call Apple support to see if my warranty will cover the gap that has emerged between my screen and the border that goes around it.  BB is the culprit, and now it's difficult to keep the laptop closed.  I should really do it today since I'm sure the warranty is due to expire any day now.  I am jealous of my brother's &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/wa/RSLID?mco=A4791B5D&amp;amp;nclm=MacBook"&gt;new toy&lt;/a&gt; (the black one).  It's soooo prettyyyyyy.  Maybe I need a new computer, too (wink)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with a funny (and washed out -- but still cute!) picture of BB.  Georgie and I got a little carried away with the colored adhesive dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7Y7SuhbVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5hb8aJFpsK0/s1600-h/111redcheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7Y7SuhbVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5hb8aJFpsK0/s320/111redcheeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007678348833418578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36551942-3044520849759435895?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3044520849759435895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3044520849759435895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3044520849759435895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3044520849759435895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/creative-juices.html' title='Creative Juices'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RX7JsiuhbTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vIbedjsGKUM/s72-c/111papergoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-215464702280905826</id><published>2006-12-10T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:41:38.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Getting Down to Business!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyGHUDYLCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b1olTxnfGAE/s1600-h/0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyGHUDYLCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b1olTxnfGAE/s200/0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007024345929231394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past couple days have gone by in a flash and it's hard to believe that tomorrow is the beginning of a brand new week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A miracle happened Friday night.  Dave and I went out.  Out, out.  That is a miracle by our standards.  He finished finals that evening, so I went to the city to meet him.  After a good 25 minutes of driving around, we finally found a parking spot and went to Wonderbar.  Yes, a very college student thing to do, but we had fun dancing and just being together ALONE.  It's something we REALLY needed.  Alone time is very important.  I also got to see Sammy and Brian, whom I haven't seen in ages.  Great night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday afternoon, BB and I went to little Jasmine's first birthday.  BB had a ball playing with all the kids (half of them were around the age of one) and she didn't hesitate on being a total ham.  She clapped, smiled, and made faces the entire time.  I personally did not take pictures (sorry, I get lazy sometimes), but Lenny &amp; Flora (Jasmine's parents) have promised to e-mail me a link to the pictures.  When I get them I will share.  I love my friends to death, but I must admit it was really nice hanging out with PARENTS.  It's fun to share information and milestone stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, we finally got our Christmas tree!  I don't think we were planning on getting one so big -- it didn't seem so big at the farm -- but it almost touches the ceiling.  I'm liking it very much, and it's my first tree as an adult.  It's BB AND Dave's first tree ever.  I am so glad my mom and dad did Christmas for us every single year.  I have so many great memories.  I want BB to have the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyEtkDYLBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bsK62w7mabY/s1600-h/0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyEtkDYLBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bsK62w7mabY/s320/0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007022804035972114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the meantime, I've made some primitive pre-school style Christmas decorations.  We've got the paper snowflakes (which I haven't made in AGES) and ye olde fashioned paper chain-link garland that is way too short to wrap all around the tree.  I swear I'll make it to the craft store tomorrow so I can make some Martha Stewart-esque ornaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyEtUDYK_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/fEwouGLjGv8/s1600-h/0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyEtUDYK_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/fEwouGLjGv8/s320/0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007022799741004786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyEtUDYLAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LHpaRPNBcds/s1600-h/0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyEtUDYLAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LHpaRPNBcds/s320/0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007022799741004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB's winter coat arrived (finally) in the mail from L.L. Bean.  It's nothing spectacular to look at, but at least I know it's warm.  That's what matters most.  I also ordered some shearling boots (pictured at the top) to keep those toesies warm.  They fit perfectly and were a steal at $16.50.  I need to buck up and buy my kid some more shoes, poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a final note, I ordered our holiday cards this afternoon!  I chose 2-day delivery, so I need to get everyone's address ASAP.  Thank goodness for online coupon codes.  I saved myself $5.  I love BB's smile in the photo.  The only way I was able to achieve this was by using the flash on my camera.  I've really been trying to use natural sunlight, but it's been scarce lately and if you don't hold the camera steady (or if its subject WON'T SIT STILL) you'll get a fuzzy picture.  I was getting frustrated, so I gave in.  I adjusted the brightness and contrast a bit in iPhoto.  I'm liking it.  Here's the final product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyKVkDYLDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0e2IWXTMMC0/s1600-h/0000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyKVkDYLDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0e2IWXTMMC0/s320/0000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007028988788878386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm really trying to get things done now that Christmas is a mere two weeks away (eek).  Crunch time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-215464702280905826?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/215464702280905826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=215464702280905826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/215464702280905826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/215464702280905826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-down-to-business.html' title='Getting Down to Business!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXyGHUDYLCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b1olTxnfGAE/s72-c/0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8821867353652129401</id><published>2006-12-07T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:49:46.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>NOT America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyEDYK4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Al_WrTK9qcI/s1600-h/0xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyEDYK4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Al_WrTK9qcI/s320/0xmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914573624585090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldn't this just look great on a card?  It totally screams, "Mom, this blows."  And the shirt is so appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated because BB and I had a little photo shoot, and you'll see from the pictures that it didn't turn out very successful.  There were a few great shots that, of course, turned out fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyEDYK5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y15UBcupKvM/s1600-h/0xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyEDYK5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y15UBcupKvM/s320/0xmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914573624585106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get It Off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyUDYK6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yqN5cY9-Ghw/s1600-h/0xmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyUDYK6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yqN5cY9-Ghw/s320/0xmas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914577919552418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could've Been Perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyUDYK7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DMkDgylHe0U/s1600-h/0xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyUDYK7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DMkDgylHe0U/s320/0xmas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914577919552434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not Feeling The Hat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiU90DYK-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CNKRAfyfTvk/s1600-h/0xmas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiU90DYK-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CNKRAfyfTvk/s320/0xmas7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914775488048098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting Cranky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyUDYK8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NDjopzMASUY/s1600-h/0xmas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyUDYK8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NDjopzMASUY/s320/0xmas5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914577919552450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ENOUGH!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiU9kDYK9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I6p4Q5iemBo/s1600-h/0xmas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiU9kDYK9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I6p4Q5iemBo/s320/0xmas6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005914771193080786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying again tomorrow.  I'm praying it will turn out better, especially because I need to get the cards made ASAP.  She just doesn't want to keep that hat on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda left for home in San Francisco this afternoon.  The week went by so fast, but at least she'll be back for Christmas.  It was nice getting to know her better and seeing her bond with BB.  I need to go buy a birthday gift for baby Jasmine.  I'm not so sure BB and I will get out tonight.  Ugh, I should go out.  Wishing I had a babysitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8821867353652129401?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8821867353652129401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8821867353652129401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8821867353652129401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8821867353652129401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-americas-next-top-model.html' title='NOT America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXiUyEDYK4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Al_WrTK9qcI/s72-c/0xmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7722287171352342060</id><published>2006-12-07T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:34:21.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WANT'/><title type='text'>I WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXemR0DYK3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xTW3z-YaHZc/s1600-h/moo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXemR0DYK3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xTW3z-YaHZc/s1600-h/moo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXemR0DYK3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xTW3z-YaHZc/s320/moo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005652335806393202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moo.com/"&gt;Moo Mini Calling Cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should check out the Flickr homepage more often.  There are always neat new features available, and these are definitely one of them.  Everyone always complains that Dave, may mom, and I don't carry pictures of BB around with us.  AH!  An excuse to order these!  Maybe in the New Year when I have time to upload and crop a bajillion pictures.  The primary focus right now is on Christmas cards.  I figured out which cards I want and the list of people we need to send them to.  All I have to do is set up a little modeling session with BB.  Hopefully I'll get at least one good shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7722287171352342060?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7722287171352342060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7722287171352342060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7722287171352342060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7722287171352342060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want.html' title='I WANT!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXemR0DYK3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xTW3z-YaHZc/s72-c/moo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-792359288130966774</id><published>2006-12-06T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:15:17.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXdNmEDYK2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/y8xarXXdxaU/s1600-h/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXdNmEDYK2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/y8xarXXdxaU/s320/heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005554827163872098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dave's sisters and I have been following updates on the &lt;a href="http://www.jamesandkati.com/"&gt;Kim's&lt;/a&gt; all week and we were so devastated to hear the sad news of James Kim this afternoon.  What a courageous family.  Our thoughts and prayers go out to Kati Kim, the girls, and the rest of their family during this unimaginably difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-792359288130966774?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/792359288130966774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=792359288130966774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/792359288130966774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/792359288130966774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/heavy-hearts.html' title='Heavy Hearts'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXdNmEDYK2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/y8xarXXdxaU/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-1187243105023879321</id><published>2006-12-05T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:12:56.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Get ready for some Christmas Spirit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-GCP9-XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4YOrZME6FKg/s1600-h/1ornament5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-GCP9-XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4YOrZME6FKg/s320/1ornament5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005115571784513906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...because here is my Christmas tree decoration picture overload extravaganza!  When I was at my mom's, we decorated her tree -- something she and I LOVE doing every year.  She has saved every ornament we've ever made (since pre-school!) and I am so glad that she did.  It's so neat to see old pictures and crafts made almost 20 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_SP9-dI/AAAAAAAAACs/A0nNXkmBk3I/s1600-h/1ornamentbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_SP9-dI/AAAAAAAAACs/A0nNXkmBk3I/s320/1ornamentbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116555332024786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one below is my favorite one.  As you can see, it was made in 1989 when I was a mere 4 years old.  On the other side is a picture of me taken by one of my "pre-kindergarten" teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-EyP9-TI/AAAAAAAAABc/9qGdrlDilQw/s1600-h/1ornament1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-EyP9-TI/AAAAAAAAABc/9qGdrlDilQw/s320/1ornament1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005115550309677362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brothers and I always used to argue every year as to who would get to hang up this fortune cookie ornament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-pSP9-bI/AAAAAAAAACc/vj6ocAvkAIU/s1600-h/1ornament8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-pSP9-bI/AAAAAAAAACc/vj6ocAvkAIU/s320/1ornament8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116177374902706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some other oldies: an ornament made of a single egg carton slot (we each have one), your classic macaroni bell, and my favorite of my brother's ornaments -- a seashell with his picture inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-FyP9-WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hYBz5dx_JiE/s1600-h/1ornament4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-FyP9-WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hYBz5dx_JiE/s320/1ornament4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005115567489546594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-oiP9-ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/tYjP1Q3PRnM/s1600-h/1ornament6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-oiP9-ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/tYjP1Q3PRnM/s320/1ornament6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116164490000786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-pCP9-aI/AAAAAAAAACU/vrq0jRZw-SU/s1600-h/1ornament7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-pCP9-aI/AAAAAAAAACU/vrq0jRZw-SU/s320/1ornament7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116173079935394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And here are some ornaments I made, probably when I was in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-oSP9-YI/AAAAAAAAACE/m-9wTU0Wo84/s1600-h/1ornament6..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-oSP9-YI/AAAAAAAAACE/m-9wTU0Wo84/s320/1ornament6..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116160195033474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-FCP9-UI/AAAAAAAAABk/LEtckPUf40Q/s1600-h/1ornament2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-FCP9-UI/AAAAAAAAABk/LEtckPUf40Q/s320/1ornament2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005115554604644674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-pyP9-cI/AAAAAAAAACk/m4H_R8KyQQg/s1600-h/1ornament9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-pyP9-cI/AAAAAAAAACk/m4H_R8KyQQg/s320/1ornament9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116185964837314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-FiP9-VI/AAAAAAAAABs/b4VBhnnyB2E/s1600-h/1ornament3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-FiP9-VI/AAAAAAAAABs/b4VBhnnyB2E/s320/1ornament3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005115563194579282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my mom's tree because it's a one-of-a-kind -- and that's why it's special.  I watched Martha Stewart this morning and she featured some homemade ornament ideas that were just gorgeous.  I want to make the time to make some.  But first, it would help to have a tree.  Gotta get on that ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_iP9-eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fx9JYGvb96s/s1600-h/1treedone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_iP9-eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fx9JYGvb96s/s320/1treedone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116559626992098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is BB in her holiday onesie and the new hairclip we received from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.giddygiddy.com/"&gt;GiddyGiddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It's not too clear, so I'll have to get a better shot, but it's absolutely adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_yP9-fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ni0PPBrZ0mw/s1600-h/1xmasgiddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_yP9-fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ni0PPBrZ0mw/s320/1xmasgiddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116563921959410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_yP9-gI/AAAAAAAAADE/z1GvCzIzyJs/s1600-h/1xmashat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-_yP9-gI/AAAAAAAAADE/z1GvCzIzyJs/s320/1xmashat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005116563921959426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I'm waiting for BB to wake up from her nap so I can take her to run errands with me.  Tried to get out of the house a few hours ago, but she just wasn't having it.  I finally ordered her winter coat (I'm awful) from L.L. Bean, so that should come in by Monday.  Don't know what else to write right now.  Stopping.  See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-1187243105023879321?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1187243105023879321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=1187243105023879321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1187243105023879321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1187243105023879321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-ready-for-some-christmas-spirit.html' title='Get ready for some Christmas Spirit...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXW-GCP9-XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4YOrZME6FKg/s72-c/1ornament5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8400331450358854535</id><published>2006-12-04T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:34:30.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXSDKyP9-SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hC2Z81Qk98w/s1600-h/warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXSDKyP9-SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hC2Z81Qk98w/s400/warhol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004769307226143010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Made using &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/warholizer.php"&gt;BigHugeLabs.com Warholizer&lt;/a&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just hanging out with Dave's sisters and BB for the day.  Lazy day living.  Had the tastiest omelette this morning, courtesy of G.  Eggs + heavy whipping cream + maple sausage slices + cream cheese = Artery Clogger = YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also a lazy day, but I had a perfect afternoon.  Dave and I haven't been able to spend time together lately with all that's been going on with the restaurant and school, but we actually went out to lunch in town yesterday (with BB).  We ended up going to P.F. Chang's and had Peking Duck, Oolong Sea Bass, Ahi Tuna, and a flourless chocolate dome (drool).  It was nice to spend time together outside the house and away from the pain in the ass that is the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of going out a little later.  BB needs mittens and the ones I ordered from Hanna Andersson are on backorder (grr).  The weather is getting colder now and I'm not liking it.  I don't want poor BB to freeze!  Maybe I'll post more later.  Not in the mood to write further now.  Have a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36551942-8400331450358854535?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8400331450358854535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8400331450358854535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8400331450358854535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8400331450358854535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/masterpiece.html' title='Masterpiece'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXSDKyP9-SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hC2Z81Qk98w/s72-c/warhol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-9206922459186748107</id><published>2006-12-03T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:47:16.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Busy Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a few days since my last post, and I apologize to the few faithful readers who take the time out of their day to check out this little blog.  The past few days have been a whirlwind of "things to do" and "people to see."  BB has been one busy little girl whose company is on demand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW9SP9-NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yn2Ji3FXpBo/s1600-h/1happybdaypopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW9SP9-NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yn2Ji3FXpBo/s320/1happybdaypopo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004439221809576146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday was my mom's birthday and she, BB, and I just had a great time.  She said it was the best birthday she's ever had and it made me so happy to hear that.  Isn't she beautiful?  Everyone either thinks that she is BB's mother or that she and I are sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took my mom out to lunch at our favorite little haunt, Iron Chef, for sushi and a little Chinese food.  After, we visited some close family friends.  And although it was raining and there were wind warnings and advisories, we went to get her Christmas tree just as we planned.  If you had seen us out there on the tree farm looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; perfect tree, you would think we were out of our minds.  I couldn't help but laugh the entire time, it was so much fun.  Poor BB probably thought she was going to blow away.  In the picture below, you can see she's clinging to the umbrella for dear life.  I didn't want to include this picture since I look AWFUL, but BB is just so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW-CP9-PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oa92i7bKC_k/s1600-h/1umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW-CP9-PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oa92i7bKC_k/s320/1umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004439234694478066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't ask the details of how we got the tree home, in the house, and standing straight in its stand, but we did it.  I'll only say that it was dragged through the garage and the whole thing was definitely a feat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXPCPyP9-RI/AAAAAAAAABI/6AFbDLN7r3o/s1600-h/1treedoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXPCPyP9-RI/AAAAAAAAABI/6AFbDLN7r3o/s320/1treedoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004557187381328146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought my mom a variety of slices of cake to choose from, and we had a lovely evening just spending time together and getting the tree dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW9CP9-MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GORovmEZ04Y/s1600-h/1baretree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW9CP9-MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GORovmEZ04Y/s320/1baretree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004439217514608834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB and I arrived back home yesterday and we have a very special guest.  Dave's sister Wanda is visiting from California and it's her first time meeting BB.  We're all having a great time catching up, so I'll have to leave the rest of our stay at my mom's for next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-9206922459186748107?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9206922459186748107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=9206922459186748107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9206922459186748107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/9206922459186748107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy-bees.html' title='Busy Bees'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wAsa0evaayc/RXNW9SP9-NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yn2Ji3FXpBo/s72-c/1happybdaypopo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-755494878776639756</id><published>2006-11-30T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:37:37.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>Beauty or Beast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot to post about this earlier, but I went to Target and saw that Rafe made an affordable line of bags.  I had seen how designers (Isaac, Behnaz, Paul &amp; Joe) did clothing lines for The Store That Is My World, but I was surprised to see bags...big bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GLQCSC.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V39991912_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GLQCSC.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V39991912_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stood there for awhile holding this bag, not sure if I liked it or not.  I liked that it was only $50 and said "rafe new york" on it (shallow, I know), but is it really good looking?  I was actually looking at the blue one, checking the insides to see if it could double as a diaper bag (a reviewer on target.com planned to use it as one).  I still don't know!  It's rather shiny, but if it does look good...then that's a pretty damn good deal.  I wish it came in white.  I would've been sold.  This little one below is cute but doesn't work with my lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GLO9KA.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V39991872_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GLO9KA.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V39991872_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe this black one would be suitable.  Is it too shiny?  I'm not so sure if I like shiny...but I'm kind of liking the bag as a whole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GLO9KU.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V39991702_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000GLO9KU.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V39991702_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bless you, Target.  May every designer out there come to you over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-755494878776639756?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/755494878776639756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=755494878776639756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/755494878776639756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/755494878776639756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/beauty-or-beast.html' title='Beauty or Beast?'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-4669399718903670525</id><published>2006-11-29T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:44:35.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My Brother is a Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/595607/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/153062/DSC_0064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was my brother Matthew's 21st birthday.  We celebrated at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.maxrestaurantgroup.com/locations/oyst_index.php"&gt;Max's Oyster Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; last night.  When he bought a six pack of beer on the way to our mom's house, he didn't get carded.  He also didn't get carded at dinner.  Funny, huh?  When you're underage and don't want to get carded, they always do -- BUT, the day you turn legal it seems nobody cares.  The same exact thing happened to me when I turned 21.  The first time I tried to order a drink at a lounge, I didn't get carded, and I was mad!  Anyway, I hope my brother is not too hungover today.  Happy Birthday, again, little bro.  I still owe you a drink...and a birthday present (sorry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/249499/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/545417/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't take any of these pictures, but these were all taken with my brother's new Nikon camera.  Some of the pictures he sent me turned out pretty well and I was amazed by the quality of some, but shhhh, I still like my "old" Sony Cybershot.  Even if you have a super nice camera, you still need to pay attention to the light and angle.  I just picked these because, aside from the first (which I chose because of the subject on the left and to show off the other subject's hat), they're kind of funny to me.  This one above is of BB and our dog, Penny.  BB is always interested in what Penny is up to, and Penny couldn't care less.  In the one below, my mom claims that BB was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; trying to wink.  I'm not so sure about that.  I think she had something in her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/934657/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/804642/DSC_0081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom and I made our own little plans for her birthday on Friday.  She didn't want to do anything big.  So, since BB and I will be the only ones around, I'm going to treat her to a nice all girls lunch at our favorite haunt, Iron Chef.  We love their sushi.  It's the best sushi I've ever had -- and I've eaten sushi at many different places.  If you're ever in Longmeadow, Massachusetts, I highly recommend you try them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After, we are going to get a Christmas tree.  My mom was worried we wouldn't do it at all since everyone is so busy and it's hard to synchronize schedules.  I know it's something she loooves to do every year, so I am going to take her and BB to pick out a tree.  How are we going to get it into the house without the boys?  I'll keep you all posted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not sick anymore!  My appetite is back and no longer does my back ache like hell!  Last night, Matt and I split a plate of raw oysters for an appetizer.  I also had a salad and fried oysters.  They were so good, I wish I could have them more often.  Those and steamers.  I want summer to come around again so I can have buckets of steamers.  Here I go running away with ideas of food.  It feels good not to be sick anymore, especially since it means I am able to take care of BB now.  I felt so bad because I wasn't playing with her like I normally do, nor was I really up to anything else.  I need to gain a few pounds, but I'm not worried since the holidays are here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-4669399718903670525?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4669399718903670525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=4669399718903670525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/4669399718903670525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/4669399718903670525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-brother-is-man.html' title='My Brother is a Man!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7804651018359372949</id><published>2006-11-28T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:13:40.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1377.g.akamai.net/7/1377/8278/20031016021246/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P52508/P52508_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://a1377.g.akamai.net/7/1377/8278/20031016021246/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P52508/P52508_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Went to Westfarms last night to get out of the house.  I bought cute birthday cards at Papyrus (love!) and THIS!  My hair feels silky + looks shiny, and I didn't get any Christmas shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad.  This is like when I took pride in NOT having studied in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't feel so great.  Notice how every post I've made of late mentions "how much I still need to do" and about how I "haven't done anything yet"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD!  Bad, bad, bad!  I'll write more after my brother's dinner.  For his birthday.  For which I only have a card to show.  Stick a lump of coal in my stocking, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7804651018359372949?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7804651018359372949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7804651018359372949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7804651018359372949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7804651018359372949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-holidays-to-me.html' title='Happy Holidays to ME!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5075652551595923594</id><published>2006-11-27T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:21:04.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Before I Take a (mmm)Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/361836/1bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/200/85506/1bloom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quick (I hope) update.  I'm at my mom's at the moment with BB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Because I've been sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. We have some very important birthdays this week to celebrate here (a. my brother, Matt's; b. my mom's...did I use that semicolon right?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew I needed to eat, but it didn't really hit me that that was the reason I was sick to begin with.  One bad day can trip you up and then you don't have the time or energy to recuperate -- especially if you're a mom.  No need to complain about it and go into details, but the bottom line is that you have to take care of yourself in order to take care of others.  And let me just say that my mom got me a sandwich on Saturday when she came to pick us up.  Food shock.  My body felt surprised that it got a whole sandwich in one day.  That bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't worry, though.  Getting back on track.  One thing about going home to your mom's is great food, and we had a nice fish dinner last night.  Tomorrow, for Matt's 21st birthday (yahoo!), we're all going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.maxrestaurantgroup.com/locations/oyst_index.php"&gt;Max's Oyster Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I definitely plan on ordering some raw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; fried oysters + celebratory drinks.  Yum, yum, yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/165242/1flowerbud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/753859/1flowerbud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to try to make a trip to Westfarms today to see if I can pick out a gift for him.  I know it's late, but you can't really go out when body works like that of old, rickety lady.  I have no idea what to get...but I do know of something I'd like to get for myself: my own Restoration Hardware chenille blanket.  It is heavy + soft + goodness.  I've bought them for many (my mom, my dad, etc.) as gifts but have not received on in return.  Since I've been so cold lately, I am treating myself.  I don't care that I've gotten no Christmas shopping done.  (Don't worry, it'll get done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/767401/1standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/165321/1standing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My darling can stand now (unassisted for around 5 seconds).  She is a furniture cruiser and that is why I am glad she's napping now.  I can't keep her on the bed anymore, she crawls over to the edge all the time.  My hair is going to turn gray by the end of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/152988/1cluster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/670566/1cluster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wasn't going to post this last picture cause it looks kind of funny (right?), but as I examined it in iPhoto I realized her teeth are showing!  The one on her right is the bigger one, and the left is just poking out.  She loves when I wag my index finger in front of her mouth and ask, "Where's your tooth?"  She smiles and opens wide for me to tap the tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/509920/1tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/590555/1tooth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It makes me smile, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry if this post was a little out there.  Still not thinking straight.  Must nap while BB is napping!  Going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36551942-5075652551595923594?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5075652551595923594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5075652551595923594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5075652551595923594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5075652551595923594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-i-take-mmmnap.html' title='Before I Take a (mmm)Nap'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6101951762673366548</id><published>2006-11-24T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:50:11.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Longest. Day. EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just going to say hi for a bit.  The past couple days have been crazy -- from being sick (and not knowing why), to taking care of BB by myself, to driving ALL over New England so that EVERY relative could see her first Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next year, we are going to choose ONE place to go to.  While I enjoyed seeing everyone, we drove so much (in the rain) and were out for a whole twelve hours.  I don't think I can do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking about going to my mom's for the weekend (I was planning to go next week for birthdays anyway) so she can help me take care of BB.  I desperately need some sleep on my own time and not on BB's.  My whole body is aching and I feel like mush.  Mush can't take care of a VERY mobile baby.  In short, I want my mommmmyyyyyy!  (I'm still her baby and I don't care what anyone has to say about that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't take any pictures, which makes me sad, but my brother and some other relatives took a bunch so when I get those I will post them.  BB wore the cutest little outfit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta go -- I'm feeling like a rickety old woman right now.  Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6101951762673366548?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6101951762673366548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6101951762673366548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6101951762673366548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6101951762673366548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/longest-day-ever.html' title='Longest. Day. EVER.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-1440916399438065516</id><published>2006-11-20T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:40:02.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Here's the mail, it never fails. It makes me wanna wag my tail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/208678/snowman.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/200/81339/snowman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; The holiday season feels officially here for me thanks in part to the lovely little gifts people have sent.  Yes, they're for BB...but it kind of feels like I'm a recipient as well.  We just received this adorable little snowman clip from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giddygiddy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina at GiddyGiddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.  BB is napping right now, but when she wakes up she's going to wear this so I can take a picture.  The little scarf flaps!  (Don't ask me how I know the lyrics to the &lt;em&gt;Blue's Clues&lt;/em&gt; mail song...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just caught a segment on the evening news about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysafety.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2006's Ten Worst Toys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;list.  At first I was very interested, but then I saw how generic the toys were.  Don't get me wrong, it's good (especially as a parent) to be aware of such things, but I've never seen some of these toys ever in my life.  Fear Factor Candy Challenge?  Nasty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave is going to have dinner in town with his management teammates tonight, an early Thanksgiving dinner if you will.  It's just BB and me for dinner, so I'm thinking I might have to take a drive up the road and check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ogasnatick.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oga's Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.  I never contemplated going there since it's in this lame little strip mall, but I read that it's actually &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice inside.  Citysearch gave it a high rating and all the reviews were very positive -- and I have one major sushi craving.  I was going to try Michi Kusa, which is closer, but some reviews online said people got food poisoned...and I don't think I'm game for that tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-1440916399438065516?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1440916399438065516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=1440916399438065516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1440916399438065516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/1440916399438065516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-mail-it-never-fails-it-makes-me.html' title='Here&apos;s the mail, it never fails. It makes me wanna wag my tail.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-6123936122489707074</id><published>2006-11-20T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:33:19.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stuck In My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;These two phrases have been repeating themselves in my head the past two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;"Alarm clock catastrophe!"&lt;/em&gt; (The Dunkin' Donuts song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"To the left, to the left / You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me"&lt;/em&gt; (Ok, this is more than a phrase, but "Irreplacable" must be the most annoying song ever -- next to "Unwritten.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dunkin' Donuts song makes me laugh, but Beyonce needs to GET OUT! NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-6123936122489707074?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6123936122489707074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=6123936122489707074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6123936122489707074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/6123936122489707074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck In My Head'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-8286913282732559617</id><published>2006-11-20T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:51:04.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The holiday shopping headache has arrived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dave's mother offered to watch BB for a few hours so I could get out of the house alone for some free time.  I was very thankful and took her up on the offer.  She asked if I would exchange (or return) a skirt that didn't fit her, but she didn't have the receipt.  I figured I'd bring it to the store and see what I could do.  I was also planning to run over to Babies R Us to pick up some Christmas presents for BB.  The thought of a baby + stroller + holiday crowds just gives me a major headache.  The earlier I can get this all done, the better for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.containerstore.com/MEDIA/ProductCatalog/85016/PetAnimalRubberBands_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.containerstore.com/MEDIA/ProductCatalog/85016/PetAnimalRubberBands_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to park across the way from the mall at The Container Store.  The mall was SO busy.  I browsed The Container Store first and they had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.containerstore.com/browse/index.jhtml?CATID=62523&amp;howMany=999&amp;amp;viewAll=true"&gt;so many cute things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!  Every time I go there, I have to make sure I keep my mouth shut so I don't drool all over the place.  It's one of my favorite places.  When I move to a house someday, I will go crazy in that store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To keep a long story short (I think), I got absolutely nothing done.  The woman who was "helping" me at Lord &amp; Taylor was a total snob and took up all my time.  Because I didn't have a receipt and the original bag she suggested it was possible I just grabbed the skirt and said I bought it.  She made me feel like I was actually guilty, and that really peeved me.  I should have reported her, but it wasn't worth my time.  This has never happened to me before.  I walk into Banana Republic and J.Crew all the time to return things without receipts and original bags and have no problems at all.  Maybe that's why I don't shop at department stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made chicken and rice porridge for BB's dinner.  I mixed it with some carrots so it wouldn't be so sticky.  I think there was too much texture, because she had an accident.  First, cough, cough, cough, so I patted her on the back firmly.  Next thing I know, porridge projectile is flying towards my face.  Yes, my face.  I smell sour.  Boo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/pkimgs/ab/images/products/200645/0011/img28m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/pkimgs/ab/images/products/200645/0011/img28m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized we need to start thinking about a tree, ornaments, stockings, etc.  AHHH.  Too much to think about.  I need to make a list of holiday "things to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really like these little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/j1230/index.cfm?pkey=gthmocchol"&gt;silver frame ornaments from Pottery Barn Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  They also have this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/ch180/index.cfm?pkey=cchr%7Cb&amp;cm%5Fsrc=campaign"&gt;cute Santa hat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; that you can personalize with your child's name.  So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, crapola.  That reminds me that I have to take some decent pictures of BB if I want to do a holiday card.  That needs to be near the top of the list.  I wish someone could just do all this for me...or watch the baby so I can do it without DISTRACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhhh!  Now I'm too tired to think about anything at all.  Going. To. Bed. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-8286913282732559617?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8286913282732559617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=8286913282732559617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8286913282732559617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/8286913282732559617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-shopping-headache-has-arrived.html' title='The holiday shopping headache has arrived...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7242843617630909609</id><published>2006-11-18T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:28:00.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life (OR lack thereof)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>Reunion: Baby #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, Apple.  You are in my arms once again.  My laptop is almost like my second baby.  I cannot live without it.  Using someone else's computer is just not the same -- especially when it is a PC (yuck!).  I have access to my iPhoto library so I can provide you with some decent photos.  The sun came out for a little today, but I didn't have anything interesting to photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/116814/bbbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/900466/bbbbb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mommy (yes, I still call her "Mommy") came to visit today!  She brought over some things I had left at her house last week (like Baby #2).  It was so nice to see her and to be able to talk to her in person.  She gave me some wonderful (and much needed) advice and I am so happy to have her in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/477795/cloche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/626507/cloche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also brought me this little treat: a J.Crew Wellesley cable sweater.  I &lt;3 deep v-necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/588821/cable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/200/417405/cable.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple we met at Ginseng came to the restaurant again while I was there with my mom.  They have a daughter, Jasmine (sp?), who is turning 1 next month.  BB and her friend seemed to get along very well.  We've been invited to Jasmine's birthday, which is in a few weeks.  I'm getting excited since there aren't many social opportunities right now for BB and me.  Am looking forward to meeting some other parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The couple (eek, I need to learn their names...) also informed Dave of the local daycare they use and like.  I think I'm going to make an appointment to check it out and get on the wait list (ugh).  I would definitely love to have some kind of outlet.  I love BB to death, but this 24/7 deal sure takes a toll on me sometimes.  I need to be more productive and explore more things.  Isn't that what being in your 20s is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/805757/bb333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/628866/bb333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a final note, BB stood up with (little) assistance!  She was sitting next to Dave on our bed and hoisted herself up using his hip for support.  Kid really wants to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7242843617630909609?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7242843617630909609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7242843617630909609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7242843617630909609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7242843617630909609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/reunion-baby-2.html' title='Reunion: Baby #2'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7019355954769518019</id><published>2006-11-18T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:25:36.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>Little Indulgences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/565561/pg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/200/293820/pg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pgmoment.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PG Tips English tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; + 3 tsp sugar - milk + heavy whipping cream = Tasty Goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7019355954769518019?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7019355954769518019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7019355954769518019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7019355954769518019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7019355954769518019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-indulgences.html' title='Little Indulgences'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-3467972082822753878</id><published>2006-11-17T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:24:58.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whole Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>I'm a sucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/643211/DSC03012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/533999/DSC03012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; I went to Whole Foods with BB because we had absolutely no food here at home.  They had this cheese on display for samples.  I'm usually not really a fan of cheddar, but I like this one because it's not very sharp.  It's called "Mammoth" cheddar cheese.  Eating what's in the picture right now.  It's tasty.  I'm a sucker.  They got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can see from the picture, I only got a few rays of sunlight.  The sun is only just trying to peek out now.  I feel like I haven't seen it in days.  And what is with this mild weather?  If the sun had been out the past couple days, anyone could have mistaken the season for late Spring, early Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;General Hospital is on.  I try to watch it every once and awhile when I have time.  If soaps are even worth watching, General Hospital is the only one.  I came across Passions while channel surfing and Theresa is still pining over Ethan who is still with Gwen who is friends with Sheridan who is still in love with Luis who is in love with a girl named Fancy.  Fancy?!  And the storyline with Tabitha the witch and her talking doll Timmy was just ridiculous as well.  I'm surprised this soap has lasted so long.  Gotta love General Hospital, though.  Luke and Laura are back together again!  She woke up from her4-year state of mental vegetation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/525635/DSC03011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7430/4461/320/310547/DSC03011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; I trekked over to The Fabric Place to see what prints they had.  It looks like I'll have to order online to get the fabric I really want.  I did find these, though, which I thought were pretty cute.  The woman who cut my fabric made a comment about BB, saying it looks like I "must starve the child."  Uh...?  I told her everyone thinks she's chub, but I didn't say anything more.  She was elderly and I'm sure she didn't mean it in a bad way.  I think she needs to get her eyes checked, though.  Anyone can spot BB's cheeks from a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went to Target this morning to pick up some diapers and formula.  Can you believe Behnaz Sarafpour created a line for them??  It's quite cute and sweet, except I'm not so sure cute and sweet is my style.  I did get a dotted cami and chocolate wrap sweather for $30 total, though.  AND I found these cute little pink snowflake bowls for BB in the $1 section.  I looooooooove Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-3467972082822753878?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3467972082822753878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=3467972082822753878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3467972082822753878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/3467972082822753878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sucker.html' title='I&apos;m a sucker.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7539640635885800966</id><published>2006-11-16T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:34:27.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby fame'/><title type='text'>BB: KozyPal Kid of the Month!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that's right! In August, I bought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kozypalcartcovers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;KozyPal shopping cart cover from Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. I waited a long while (a month and a half!) to get it, but it was totally worth it. I was able to choose the fabric myself and the batting inside the cover is nice and cushy. On Halloween I took a picture of BB in it when we went to Whole Foods. I submitted that picture to KozyPal's monthly contest and now we've won a $20 gift certificate and the honor of having BB's picture on the homepage! That's my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading someone's blog about babies and accidents (meaning poop accidents). She described a situation as a "where do I begin" accident. We've had a few of those instances here in the past couple days. The other night, I took BB out of her highchair to find a huge lump of #2 clinging to the inside of her pants. I had just given her a bath. Dave had to help me as I undressed her bottom half in the bathtub and then washed it. Just an hour ago, I pulled BB out of her carseat when we got back home. I'm wondering why she was sweating so much because her back was soaked. It was soaked, alright...with #2...and Dave wasn't around this time to give me a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that handling these predicaments become a well-developed skill. How do you pull the onesie off without smearing anything on the baby's face? Do you take the shirt off first? Or the diaper? I also forgot to mention washing the #2 off of the garment by hand before you put it in the laundry. Motherhood should be featured on that show, &lt;em&gt;Dirty Jobs&lt;/em&gt; on the Discovery Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today. I've tried to take some, but none are worthy of posting since the sun has been absent the past few days. The package we received in the mail yesterday was an early Christmas gift for BB: this cute onesie from Dave's friend Jillian in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/320/cheer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks so much, Jillian, although we have never met. It was very thoughtful of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I had an early dinner (with BB in tow) at this little yakitori (Japanese BBQ) place in Brighton. I tried chicken hearts for the first time. They were chewy, but good. They didn't have a single highchair. That is just so strange to me. Not even one?! Since Dave has the longer arms, he held BB most of the time (while she tried to swat at everything on the table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go and feed BB her dinner. Later, &lt;em&gt;Grey's&lt;/em&gt; and the BABA WAWA (if you didn't get that, see previous post) blooper special will be on. Ta ta for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7539640635885800966?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7539640635885800966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7539640635885800966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7539640635885800966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7539640635885800966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/bb-kozypal-kid-of-month.html' title='BB: KozyPal Kid of the Month!!!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-834177184864480074</id><published>2006-11-15T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:57:02.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>I am BABA fwickin' WAWA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, ok.  I almost peed in my pants halfway through reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2006/11/the_fug.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2006/11/the_fug.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Go Fug Yourself.  It's absolutely pointless jibber jabber and maybe a waste of my time, but it ALWAYS gives me a good laugh when I need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(P.S. Barbara's dress IS really awful...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-834177184864480074?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/834177184864480074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=834177184864480074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/834177184864480074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/834177184864480074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-baba-fwickin-wawa.html' title='I am BABA fwickin&apos; WAWA!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5261324570351698569</id><published>2006-11-15T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:14:16.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/DSC02959.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/320/DSC02959.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; BB's taking a nap right now, so I'm taking a moment to write here and watch a little Martha Stewart. The woman is so bossy and full of it, but I love the ideas featured on the show. Notice how the opening of her show is always her in that kitchen "directing" someone to do this or that? Now she's interrupting some poor elderly lady. If you haven't noticed, she does it ALL the time. I just love how she called a $170 J.Crew cashmere cardigan a "very reasonable" buy. Maybe for her! She's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/DSC02987.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/320/DSC02987.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't taken too many pictures in the past few days since the weather has been so gloomy and soggy. The sun is trying to peek out a bit, so hopefully that will be the trend for the rest of the week. It's amazing how a little sunlight can change a picture. I have to thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shimandsons.typepad.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; for that advice. And even though we have somewhat outdated digital cameras (mine's a 2003 Sony Cybershot that takes 3.2 megapixel photos), they still take lovely pictures. Sally's pictures are an inspiration -- they're taken so beautifully and the subjects are always interesting, cute, pretty, or all of those things! Seriously check out her blog. You won't be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I left my laptop at my mom's and am missing it. It's an iBook G4 that I got almost three years ago and it's been a great computer to me. I've never been a PC person, so I'm not really liking this desktop that I'm using. It's such a bore (sorry, G). If you're like me and gravitate towards more artistic activities when using a computer, an Apple is definitely the way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed the UPS guy yesterday afternoon. He left the package at the main office, so I have to go pick it up soon because it's killing me! It sucks to get bills in the mail, but parcels are THE BEST!!! It might be BB's new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www,giddygiddy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;GiddyGiddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; clip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-5261324570351698569?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5261324570351698569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5261324570351698569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5261324570351698569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5261324570351698569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-5175380249111139015</id><published>2006-11-13T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:36:11.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><title type='text'>Little things that brighten up my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/320/DSC02950.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/DSC02974.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Wow, what a depressing post I wrote the other day! I'm happy to say I'm feeling a little bit better, so let's focus on the brighter side of things today. We've had some very exciting events happen over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. BB now has TWO teeth coming in. They're the middle teeth on the bottom. Although she's been in a little pain, everyone is excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;2. BB also started crawling Friday evening!!! I seriously thought this day would never come since it always looks like she wants to stand instead, but I guess she really wanted the cell phone across the floor. Dave and I bought a pack 'n play and various other baby-proofing gear because BB is one mischievous little baby.&lt;br /&gt;3. Third, she ate adult food -- mainly soft noodles and rice porridge. It's been fun to slip her some food here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aside from these things, BB is starting to furniture cruise and she can also say "mama, mamama." I'm very excited, but I'm sure she doesn't know that that's my name yet. The babbling is super cute, though.  We're only two and a half months away from her first birthday...how time flies!  Must start thinking about party ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rain has made the day very gray and soggy, but here are some pictures from last Thursday in Connecticut. We must've hit almost 70 degrees! One day of t-shirt weather was a very nice treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/320/DSC02968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/1600/DSC02971.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7430/4461/320/DSC02971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got an email today from Tina at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giddygiddy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;GiddyGiddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; saying she found BB's picture (of her wearing one of their clips) on my flickr account.  She was so nice and sent us a little snowman clip that I can't wait to see!  Look out for BB's picture in their "Giddiness" section, coming soon!  Tina, you made my week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to give BB a bath.  She looks awfully itchy, poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-5175380249111139015?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5175380249111139015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=5175380249111139015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5175380249111139015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/5175380249111139015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-things-that-brighten-up-my-world.html' title='Little things that brighten up my world'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-7350391206814596774</id><published>2006-11-10T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:18:16.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Long Days Past and Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm too tired right now (after three loads of laundry, sterilizing bottles, cleaning out my car, BB teething pain, etc.) to post any pictures from the walk BB and I took today, but I had a few thoughts on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past week and a half has seemed, I think, the longest after BB was born.  All other weeks have flown by, but these have been rather tortuous.  I won't go into detail since I think there's a limit as to what one should post in regards to personal matter, but it has been a long twelve days of not feeling right and then feeling worse.  I even made myself a Tanqueray and tonic to take the edge off of the day and it's tasting pretty fantastic right now.  Even though, I'm dreading the weekend and the unknown.  Uncertainty can be a whopping nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On top of all that, my grandfather is going into surgery in a few hours.  He has tongue cancer and it's a tough surgery that I will not elaborate on.  Although my mother and I have unfortunately not been very close to him (my mother because he was never there for the family, and me because he lives in Canada), I don't think anyone should have to go through anything like this and I hope he finds the courage to be strong and get through it.  I do have one fond memory of him, though.  Every year we visited, he would always have a box of Chinese egg tart pastries waiting for me as we drove up the driveway.  They were always my favorite and the fact that he had them made me feel very special.  Please say a prayer for him this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to write more but just remembered that BB's clothes are waiting to be folded and are probably wrinkling more with every word I type.  I'll be back later with some sunny pictures (it was t-shirt weather today!) and hopefully a more refreshed tone.  Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-7350391206814596774?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7350391206814596774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=7350391206814596774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7350391206814596774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/7350391206814596774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-days-passed-and-ahead.html' title='Long Days Past and Ahead'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116305313440697703</id><published>2006-11-09T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:37.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/DAD%20HAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/DAD%20HAHA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other week I was looking at some of my brother's Halloween pictures.  He and his best friend dressed up as those cops in the Beastie Boys' video "Sabotage."  My brother's friend's costume reminded me of some pictures I had seen of my dad -- pictures from "back in the day."  I told this friend and he said he'd pay money to see my dad like that.  Here it is.  The aviator glasses.  The "mustache."  The gold chain.  The PERM!  Where's my money, Andrew???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, pictures can be so many things.  In this case: embarassing.  But since I've been home at my mom's, I've seen so many pictures from my childhood that make me smile.  I really need to back up all the photos I've taken of BB.  I think I've got some great ones so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of BB, I can't believe I forgot to mention earlier that she is getting her first tooth!  I noticed this last week and now it is just about to break through the gum.  Sometimes the poor thing gets so upset from the aching, so I've been giving her a little berry sherbet here and there (she won't stick teething rings in her mouth).  It works very well.  Since my brother learned in his child psych class that "sugar highs" aren't real, I figure I'm not condemning myself.  She's actually been going to sleep by 11pm instead of after!  This has been great!  I also forgot to mention that her doctor's appointment got postponed until the 30th, which seems like epochs away and she'll be 10 months by then.  I really wish they didn't cancel our appointment, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I hope Emmitt Smith wins Dancing With The Stars next week.  There's something weird about A.C. Slater, and his partner could use some bangs in her hairdo.  Joey and his eyebrows definitely had to go, although he did kind of grow on me toward the end.  Also, I am very mad that Lost is taking a 3-month hiatus.  What gives?  Not cool.  And although Taye Diggs is gorgeous, that Daybreak show that is taking Lost's time slot just looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2babydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2babydog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture for some reason.  There's something off with the lighting, but that's what I like about it.  Don't they make a cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2horse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This rocking horse was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt; when I was just a few months older than BB.  My little brother was just born and my grandmother thought I should have a gift.  My mom obviously saves EVERYTHING.  Although I've been trying to teach her to throw things away, I'm glad she saved this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This just shows that you don't need to buy kids a lot of toys.  They have great imaginations.  Don't think that BB doesn't have any toys, because that's certainly not the case, but she is always most interested in: pieces of paper &amp; plastic, bags, any remote control, my cell phone, and my cell phone.  I remember that, as a kid, we once got a new fridge and it came in a -- gasp -- BIG BOX!  My brothers and I played with it all day on our front lawn until it broke.  My brother and I also used to have a mud pile that we absolutely loved.  Remember those ant hotels, Matt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is really time for bed.  I need to catch up on some major sleep time, especially since I hardly slept at all last night.  Excited for tomorrow (technically today) -- the weather is supposed to hit 70 degrees!!!  I'm excited and will probably take BB out for a nice walk in the stroller...but I thought this was November...and New England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/36551942-116305313440697703?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116305313440697703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116305313440697703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116305313440697703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116305313440697703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-in-picture.html' title='What&apos;s in a picture?'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116287913843972885</id><published>2006-11-07T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:37.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please excuse my Mommy Brain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must be going crazy because BB and I showed up to her doctor's appointment early for once...but a day + 15 minutes early.  I could've sworn that Monday was the seventh.  It's funny, the things we tune out, because I totally did not look at that word on the reminder card that read "Tuesday."  I blame it on the "Mommy Brain" (the forgetfulness most moms go through due to the hectic life of child rearing).  I hope we're early for her REAL appointment.  Luckily, I planned to visit my grandmother and aunt after, so we just went straight there.  It was very good to see them -- especially my aunt, to whom I am very close but never get to see anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very excited that BB went to bed just after 11pm.  I know that must sound dreadful to other parents, but I almost feel I should celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My grandmother watched a slideshow of all BB's photos that are posted on my flickr account.  She thought these were very funny.  I think so, too.  BB loves to be silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/one.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/two.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/three.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time for me to go to bed.  My throat is starting to feel scratchy, the air is very dry, and there is frost creeping all over my car.  Winter is coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116287913843972885?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116287913843972885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116287913843972885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116287913843972885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116287913843972885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-excuse-my-mommy-brain.html' title='Please excuse my Mommy Brain...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116265758341393598</id><published>2006-11-04T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:36.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1loopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1loopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom took this past Monday and Friday off from work so she could spend some time with BB and me.  It has been such a treat since we hardly see her very much.  Yesterday, we took a trip out to Northampton to grab lunch and do a little bit of shopping.  We met up with my brother and ate at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.zennorthampton.com"&gt;Zen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; again.  This time we ate sushi and it was pretty good, however, I still like Iron Chef's sushi the best.  It was good to see Matt, especially since the "squabble" with our dad the previous day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture above is of BB's new "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.craftsburykids.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWCATS&amp;Category=117"&gt;blabla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" doll.  We found it at the store Essentials -- a store I have always loved for its quirky and cute merchandise.  There were a bunch of blabla's hanging in the window, so we chose two and let BB pick.  We tried three times and she always chose the orange one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1fabrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1fabrics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afterwards, we popped into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.valleyfabrics.com/"&gt;Valley Fabrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I had never been there before and we would have never found it except for this random guy in Essentials who happened to be a frequent customer of the coffee shop next door.  It's a rather small store and they didn't have the Amy Butler prints I was looking for, but I picked up a few fat quarters.  We'll see what happens to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't buy anything at WEBS since I felt I should finish the Debbie Bliss baby hats I started for BB, but here are some pictures I took in the store.  (BB was so excited about Idontknowwhat that she squealed and screamed the entire time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1websfuzzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1websfuzzy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1webspurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1webspurple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1websms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1websms.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started writing this entry Saturday morning and I'm picking it up again at almost 1am so I can publish it.  Since I'm not sure what else I would like to write about, I'll leave this as a summary of our day this past Friday.  To end, here are two pictures: the first of BB when she suddenly teetered over and fell asleep in the fetal position, and the second of BB's dying pumpkin.  It's got spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1fetalsleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1fetalsleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1pumpkin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116265758341393598?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116265758341393598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116265758341393598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116265758341393598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116265758341393598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116253154203328387</id><published>2006-11-03T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:36.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I never sleep when I should.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB has been asleep for at least a half hour.  I'm really tired but can't seem to pry myself away from my laptop.  It's been nice here at "home" (my mom's house).  I really missed her a lot and it's been so nice spending time with her and my brothers.  I haven't slept in my room at all.  BB and I have been crashing in grandma's bed all week.  I can't remember the last time I ever slept in my mom's bed.  I still miss Dave, though (even his silly daily soundtracks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow (actually today) we're going to trek over to Northampton -- mainly to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://yarn.com"&gt;WEBS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.valleyfabrics.com/"&gt;Valley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.valleyfabrics.com/"&gt;Fabrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I want to purchase a little fabric here and there and then see what I can do with it.  I also want to get a bit and see if I can put a neat little patch over the hole in my holy Uggs.  It seems so silly to throw them away all because of a little hole in one.  They are too comfortable to throw away -- PLUS, I am not required to wear socks with them (I. Hate. Socks.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/moleskine_1919_10999645.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/moleskine_1919_10999645.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also want to get prepared for the New Year (a little early, I know).  I was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;Paper Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in Wellesley the other week and saw this little planner.  It's exactly what I've been looking for and it's not crazy expensive (only $14).  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.moleskineus.com/pocketweeklyred.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; says it's red...but it looks orange to me (?).  Who knows.  I only saw the black one, but I would like a little color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, it's off to bed.  No personal pictures this time.  Too. Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116253154203328387?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116253154203328387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116253154203328387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116253154203328387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116253154203328387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-never-sleep-when-i-should.html' title='I never sleep when I should.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116244693561520066</id><published>2006-11-02T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:36.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want to do is post some damn Halloween pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been meaning to post since Hallween evening, but Blogger decided to be difficult. It wouldn't let me upload pictures -- the very function required for this particular post -- until just now. How annoying. I almost abandoned you, Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Except that we were missing Daddy, BB had a nice first Halloween. I say "nice" meaning it was a good time, but rather sedate (which is fine with me). As you can see, BB was a pumpkin -- probably THE most adorable pumpkin ever (humor me). We were missing Daddy since we came to visit my mother in Connecticut this past Sunday and plan to stay another week and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB and I ran errands earlier in the day and made a trip to the local Whole Foods in West Hartford. It's definitely a VERY nice one and definitely beats the pants off the one we regularly visit -- which I thought was very nice to begin with. I dressed BB in her costume "undergarments": black leggings and a black shirt with a little girl mummy that read "Mummy's Girl." I put her little pumpkin hat on and it was a hit. BB had many admirers at the store, even while she blew raspberries. We picked up a little pumpkin and a little gourd to go with it because I couldn't let her go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pumpkin on her first Halloween!  Here are some pictures from our little excursion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbcow.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbcow.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbmonkey.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbmonkey.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbcart.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbcart.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbcart2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbcart2.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the evening, we visited a few neighbors. Our neighbors across the street have two girls (one who is 2 months younger than BB), so we had to stop by and say hello. BB loved watching the kids come to the door for candy and was very excited to see them. There were some delinquent teens laying on our front lawn.  My mother wanted to go "shoo" them, but I told her to let them stay -- they were all sprawled out on the area where our dog Penny likes to "do her business" the most.  Happy Halloween!  Here are some pictures of BB rolling around on the (clean) floor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbpumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbpumpkin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbpumpkin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbpumpkin2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbflying.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbflying.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/1bbpushup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/1bbpushup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loooove the last two pictures. The last one shows her "position du moment." It kind of looks like she wants to skip the crawling deal. Kid wants to stand, I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I am really butt tired (those of you who have heard me say that know I am not talking about my butt -- by "butt" I mean "very"). Time to go to bed. More coherent writing some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116244693561520066?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116244693561520066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116244693561520066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116244693561520066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116244693561520066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-i-want-to-do-is-post-some-damn.html' title='All I want to do is post some damn Halloween pictures!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116214956663624786</id><published>2006-10-29T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:36.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling the Fall Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/tart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/tart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot we had to turn the clocks back last night. I thought it was strange that DD wanted to wake up an hour early until Dave reminded me. Although we get that extra hour of sleep, I'm not too fond of Daylight Savings -- it just means the days will be darker earlier. I love when it's still bright outside at 7pm in the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB decided to cry her lungs out last night and I was so relieved when Dave came home and took over. I decided to make the lemon curd and raspberry tarts I saw on an episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/takehomechef/recipes/gallery/ep158_dessert.jpg"&gt;Take Home Chef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. My previous attempt to make the pastry shells was a disaster. The pastries turned into monsters and puffed up too much in the middle. The same thing happened this time (even though I meticulously buttered each layer of filo) but I caught them halfway through the bake time and pushed them down a bit. Let me just say that I don't want to make these again. Too much work. I waited too long to make them and my poor (and expensive) raspberries went bad. I used strawberries in place, but they weren't the same. The lemon curd tasted great, but the recipe overall was just a waste of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day I stopped by Atrium mall and popped into Babystyle.  I was so excited to see that they were carrying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://giddygiddy.com/"&gt;Giddy Giddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hairclips. I have been eyeing these for months but didn't really feel like paying S&amp;H on them -- they run at $8 a pop and are the tiniest things. I got BB two and they are just so cute! I love that they actually stay on and are not irritable. I don't think BB even notices them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2hairclip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2hairclip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now NOBODY will ask if she's a boy ever again!&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116214956663624786?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116214956663624786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116214956663624786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116214956663624786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116214956663624786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-feeling-fall-back.html' title='Not feeling the Fall Back...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116205795642409007</id><published>2006-10-28T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:36.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Peas In a Pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/matt%20tiff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/matt%20tiff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Matt just sent me this picture today. We must've been 3 and 4 or 4 and 5. Somewhere around there. I've seen this picture in a little frame at my dad's house and I'm glad Matt scanned it. I think we're hugging in most of our childhood pictures together. We've always been pretty close and it's been nice having a sibling less than a year apart from me. Our mom says everyone used to think we were twins and I love all the stories she has -- like when we fed the tropical fish a box of noodles (the noodles cooked, the fish died...), when we stuck styrofoam up our noses and went to the emergency room, and when Matt didn't want to leave Friendly's restaurant (our mom threatened to leave him there and I got upset because I thought she was serious). Good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be turning 21 in exactly a month and we'll be the same age until my birthday on December 31. I'm really proud of him -- he's really grown up into a man and is doing great things for himself (awww). Now that we don't see each other every day, it's kind of sad because I miss him. If you're reading this, Uncle Matt, I can't wait to see you this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lucky to have a great brother to grow up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116205795642409007?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116205795642409007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116205795642409007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116205795642409007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116205795642409007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-peas-in-pod_116205795642409007.html' title='Two Peas In a Pod'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116199948136177395</id><published>2006-10-27T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:35.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miso Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, what a day! I took BB to Boston to pick up Dave this afternoon. We needed to buy some yakitori sauce, so we went to that Japanese mall @ Porter's Square. Since the two of us (adults) were starving we decided to grab some yaki don at Cafe Mami. As our entrees came, the waitress tried to move around our appetizers so that my sizzling plate wouldn't be near BB's reach. It all happened in a blur, but all of a sudden I saw BB do this amazing stretch in the direction of a bowl of miso soup. All I could think was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OH SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It went all over her little hand and down the side of her pants. I was absolutely mortified, instinctly grabbed my ice water, and dunked her whole forearm into it. Dave picked her up and held her close and I held a cold towel on her hand for awhile and thank goodness she was wearing thick pants, so the soup didn't soak through. Luckily she was fine after 5 minutes and continued to shout back and forth with an 8 month old boy sitting at the table next to us. She smelled like miso all the way home. Talk about a big scare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB also had another accident tonight. As I carried her naked to the bathroom for her bath, she peed on the carpet in the bedroom. My little puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a much lighter note (while we're still on the subject of things Japanese), I received a wonderful surprise in the mail from a very good friend who was born in Nippon, as they say. This was totally unexpected since I told her not to send me anything, but it was so sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/4GIFTBOX.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/4GIFTBOX.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/4COBIG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/4COBIG.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can you not love lemon lotions, shea butter lip balm, and mimosa-scented home perfume? Thanks, Mo, for the lovely and thoughtful gift. Time to pamper myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also cannot let a gift I received the other month go unmentioned - this from two other fantastic girlfriends who I also love and miss seeing every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/4BEAN.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/4BEAN.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/4STIX.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/4STIX.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first picture is of a "message bean" plant from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.smpstyle.com"&gt;SMP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. When you water it, it sprouts and has the word "love" on the plant. It's so neat. I just checked out their website and realized that I've been to their New York store and it's a very cool one. I haven't grown it yet because I want to be diligent with watering it. I'm going to my mother's on Sunday for a week or two, so I shouldn't grow it now -- I don't trust Dave to water it every day since the plants that he used to have in his old apartment are LONG dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second is this cute little bowl and chopstick set with little whales on them that they got for BB. They are absolutely adorable and I cannot wait for her to be able to use them! I can't wait to see her use chopsticks! So cute! Both the message bean and set are Japanese products. Japan cranks out some pretty cool stuff...except miso soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/200/bean.jpg" alt="" 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/36551942-116199948136177395?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116199948136177395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116199948136177395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116199948136177395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116199948136177395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/miso-scared.html' title='Miso Scared'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116186664282097581</id><published>2006-10-26T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:35.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, New England.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got back from dropping Dave off in Newton and I must say that I am very awake this morning. Yesterday morning, my eyes felt so sore and felt like there were going to pop out of my head. I was so tired. But today was much better despite the increasingly chilly morning weather and dark sky. On the way back I grabbed some Dunkin Donuts. Shitty sour coffee and a wee little excuse for a Boston Creme donut were what I got, but I am still in a good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Here are some pictures I was too lazy to post last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/3smilingeggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/3smilingeggs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Dave wasn't going to be home for dinner, I made myself some eggs.&lt;br /&gt; One of the yolks broke upon coming into this world and it looked like the eggs were smiling at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/3bbwfrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/3bbwfrog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/3bbwturtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/3bbwturtle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/3bbwduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/3bbwduck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/3bbwfrog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/3bbwfrog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's BB hanging out with her PB Kids bath toys and Breast Cancer duck during bathtime.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore our Grey Poupon-colored bathroom...I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go take a shower, but BB is starting to wake up.  Life is filled with little interruptions, but if it must be, then I'm happy it's her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116186664282097581?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116186664282097581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116186664282097581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116186664282097581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116186664282097581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-morning-new-england.html' title='Good morning, New England.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116181031994947862</id><published>2006-10-25T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:35.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I went a little picture crazy today because I want to improve my photog skills and use more natural light in my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2scones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2scones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cranberry-orange scones I made last night.&lt;br /&gt;I must brag and say that they were VERY tasty and NOT dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2babyscones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2babyscones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB seemed to want some for breakfast, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2babycrumbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2babycrumbs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I let her have some.&lt;br /&gt;(Why do her eyes look crossed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BB and I went to pick up her daddy at the train stop today in Newton. We were running early for once, he was running late, the baby was sleeping, so I took some pictures while we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2eliot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2eliot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Line: The Most Unreliable Mode of Transportation in Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2babycar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2babycar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2eightleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2eightleaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The number on our parking spot -- it's good luck in Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/2eightagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/2eightagain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see more good luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.  BB is about to nap -- yay, free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116181031994947862?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116181031994947862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116181031994947862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116181031994947862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116181031994947862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-overload.html' title='Picture overload!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116175778717184230</id><published>2006-10-25T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:35.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired, but not in the mood to sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just after 2am and I am pretty tired, but since Dave is awake doing work I don't feel like hitting the sack just yet.  Here I am, blogging.  Oh, my.  Just a little, and then I'll stop (what all addicts say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I made cranberry orange scones!  They turned out beautifully and I will most definitely make them again.  Next time I will try a different fruit with the recipe.  Maybe blueberries and lemon zest?  I wish I could post a picture, but I haven't taken any yet.  If there are still some left tomorrow afternoon, I'll attempt to take a decent picture.  I really want to be more thoughtful about the pictures I take -- in terms of direction of light, placement, etc.  If they turn out well, then you shall see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to wake up in a few hours to drive Dave to the train station.  I don't mind the idea of it at all, but I think my body's timeclock does not appreciate it.  We've been planning to wake up early this week but ended up sleeping in both Monday and Tuesday.  Oops!  Let's hope that the third time is the charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Georgina and I checked out the apartment community's gym.  I was very impressed and cannot believe I have been missing out!  It's in the building right across from ours and I MUST make a genuine effort to go there and use the ellipticals.  Dave wants to go in the mornings and suggested we do it this coming morning.  Nice idea, but I wouldn't bet on it.  I'm just going to focus on getting up in time to get him to Eliot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On an end note, I had been getting a little depressed that I had lost all my hobbies (violin, tennis, etc.) but I am now proud to announce that I am developing new ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  I love to BAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Knitting and sewing is so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Must take a trip to the fabric store to spur on the latter notion of #2.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's really time to go to bed.  I'm going to regret staying up so late come morning...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116175778717184230?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116175778717184230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116175778717184230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116175778717184230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116175778717184230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-tired-but-not-in-mood-to-sleep.html' title='So tired, but not in the mood to sleep...'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116173571610318844</id><published>2006-10-24T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:35.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed: Our Habitat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/1600/cushythrone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/312/4086/320/cushythrone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It always seems that Dave, BB and I lounge on or around the bed. BB gets the middle and has the pillows propped up for her like a cushy throne for her bottle feedings. If we're lucky, Dave and I get the edges. I can't wait to be able to get something like a California King so we all have room to spread out. Our Bob-O-Pedic queen will have to suffice for now. It's still very comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying to figure out what to do for dinner -- if anything, since we ate a late lunch. I attempted last night to make filo pastry shells for this raspberry lemon tart I saw on Take Home Chef. I didn't have a pastry brush, so the butter did not spread on the dough evenly...and the puff pastries got a little too puffy. They looked awful, but they did make a great breakfast this morning! Just slathered them with a little cream cheese and raspberry preserves I picked up at Whole Foods this week. Don't even get me started on Whole Foods, which is my heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB and I picked up Dave at Eliot today and it was surprisingly easy to get to. The location is great! If I have any extra time to kill, I can run to The Atrium and The Mall at Chestnut Hill...dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been checking out several craft websites lately. Not really "crafty" in the cut and glue sense, but really the highest level of creative sewing and photography of those products. All the things I have seen have been really inspiring and I wish I had the means to take some classes. I would absolutely love to play around with beautiful fabric and threads and make personal little things that others would appreciate. I think I might have to test out my skills. I definitely want to learn to sew with a machine -- maybe I'll ask for one for Christmas. Until then, I know how to hand-sew, so I want to do some applique work on some clothes for BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end now, since I could ramble on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116173571610318844?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116173571610318844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116173571610318844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116173571610318844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116173571610318844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/bed-our-habitat.html' title='The Bed: Our Habitat'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36551942.post-116171684039029628</id><published>2006-10-24T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:53:35.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sitting here at the computer waiting for BB to wake up.  She's having a surprisingly long nap -- which I both love and hate.  Love, because it gives me so much free time (it's like a mini vacation).  Hate, because I never end up doing anything productive for fear she will wake up within the next few minutes.  Instead of vacuuming or baking those orange-cranberry scones I've been salivating over, I've been sitting in front of the computer munching the dried cranberries I bought for my recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've eaten so many and I now feel sick to my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speak of the devil, she just woke up.  Must go pick up Dave at the train station.  Ta for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36551942-116171684039029628?l=bb-n-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116171684039029628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36551942&amp;postID=116171684039029628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116171684039029628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36551942/posts/default/116171684039029628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bb-n-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149217019253627339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
