<?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-2332716892652152284</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:54:11.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-3584631638245999556</id><published>2010-01-25T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:07:41.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While - Sorry Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>Oh my Goodness! The last time I wrote you weren't even crawling - now you're running! You just turned 18 months last week and you are talking, running, scribbling, and demanding as hell! You still insist on drinking your bottle twice a day or sometimes three times. Am I not feeding you enough already? Today you had oatmeal in the morning, yogurt, toast with jelly (strawberry) as a snack, lasagna and corn for dinner, peppermint candy, a lollipop, orange juice (shit maybe too much sugar, huh? I need to stop feeding you so much sugar).  Well, most days you eat a lot more than this, not to mention more veggies and fruits.&lt;div&gt;There are so many things you do that make me laugh. You come up to me and say, "Bottle?" and before I can say anything you turn around and yell, "Otay!" and run to your little chair, the one you sit in to drink your bottle. You wait impatiently for your bottle and when I give it to you I ask you to say, "Gracias" and you say, "Ash ash" with a big smile on your face. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-3584631638245999556?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3584631638245999556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=3584631638245999556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/3584631638245999556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/3584631638245999556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while-sorry-sunshine.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While - Sorry Sunshine!'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-3509085857067976612</id><published>2009-05-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:58:17.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat P. Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Sgt5k32CbAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DigeD0UuHn0/s1600-h/May022009_6511pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Sgt5k32CbAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DigeD0UuHn0/s400/May022009_6511pn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335491857923337218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was soooo funny, Paulina, you didn't want me to spoon-feed you.  I guess you wanted to try it for yourself.  Your dad had the crazy idea of just letting you go for it, so he got a towel, placed in on the living room floor and handed you the spoon and baby jar. Can you tell how he was enjoying it as much as you were?  Look at his face!! But we have to give him credit for letting you make a mess of yourself, because if it's one thing dad hates... it's a mess (even a little bitty mess)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-3509085857067976612?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3509085857067976612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=3509085857067976612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/3509085857067976612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/3509085857067976612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweat-p-mess.html' title='Sweat P. Mess'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Sgt5k32CbAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DigeD0UuHn0/s72-c/May022009_6511pn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-4455213087465452356</id><published>2009-04-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:23:43.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SfXpraf1mwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LUcek6eDiWk/s1600-h/Apr202009_6351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SfXpraf1mwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LUcek6eDiWk/s400/Apr202009_6351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329422666119355138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulina, you are nine months and still no teeth!  At first I was worried because so many babies your age have at least two, but the doctor reassured me that it is perfectly normal if you don't have any just yet.  He said they will be coming out pretty soon because your gums are all red.  I'm starting to enjoy you being a "late teeth bloomer"!  Just look at that beautiful gummy smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-4455213087465452356?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4455213087465452356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=4455213087465452356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/4455213087465452356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/4455213087465452356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/gummy-girl.html' title='Gummy Girl'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SfXpraf1mwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LUcek6eDiWk/s72-c/Apr202009_6351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-2117460745407941041</id><published>2009-04-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:52:30.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SfC44CxYGUI/AAAAAAAAA34/Jb7AfpQAk-w/s1600-h/CollageSeriousSMile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SfC44CxYGUI/AAAAAAAAA34/Jb7AfpQAk-w/s400/CollageSeriousSMile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327961632135452994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was right after Paulina's bath - I think I'm just going to write this journal as if Paulina was reading it.  So let's start over.  This was right after YOUR bath one day.  You looked so cute in that towel that was sooo much bigger than you still!  It always amazes me how quickly you can go from a frown to a smile.  You are so easy to make smile and people are always telling me that you look like a very happy baby.  And of course, I always love to hear that and I hope I had something to do with your sunny disposition ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-2117460745407941041?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2117460745407941041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=2117460745407941041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/2117460745407941041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/2117460745407941041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SfC44CxYGUI/AAAAAAAAA34/Jb7AfpQAk-w/s72-c/CollageSeriousSMile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-6206498509910844801</id><published>2009-04-17T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:38:56.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Flip?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Seiv_RGtmYI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xfq3sUQ58Rs/s1600-h/Apr092009_6028final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Seiv_RGtmYI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xfq3sUQ58Rs/s400/Apr092009_6028final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700060823787906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I had it easy for the first eight months, because now that Paulina turns nine months tomorrow she's become a totally different baby! She's so fussy, she doesn't like to lie down anymore and screams bloody murder when I change her diaper - believe me if I could change it with her sitting up I would! I took her to the mall the other day and had to change her so I took her to the restroom at Dillards.  When I got her on the changing table she refused to lie down, screamed to the top of her lungs.  Sales associates took turns going in there to see if I was beating her or something, they all gave me dirty looks!  Afterwards, I put her in her stroller and tried to calm her.  She got tired after a while, but refused to lie down for a nap - she preferred to sleep hunched over!  People were looking at me as if I were a crappy mom who didn't notice her baby was asleep sitting up!  Anyway, I'm posting a pic of her in a good mood and clapping.  She loves to clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-6206498509910844801?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6206498509910844801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=6206498509910844801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/6206498509910844801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/6206498509910844801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/paulina-is-becoming-so-fussy.html' title='What the Flip?!'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Seiv_RGtmYI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xfq3sUQ58Rs/s72-c/Apr092009_6028final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-2463312822619614661</id><published>2009-03-26T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:13:43.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Sands Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe Joseph had never been to White Sands! It's got to be one of the most gorgeous places on earth - in my opinion - and so close to home (only 1 1/2 hours away)!  So I said, "Lets pack up the truck and go!"  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width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/ScwIPYVlhAI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_3oSigVXSM4/s400/Mar212009_5847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317634320341763074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/ScwKDs_As5I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HLErRU0h9vo/s1600-h/Mar212009_5891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/ScwKDs_As5I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HLErRU0h9vo/s400/Mar212009_5891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317636318749045650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/ScwLUuQDaZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/cNSvhAj-zHU/s1600-h/Mar212009_5916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/ScwLUuQDaZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/cNSvhAj-zHU/s400/Mar212009_5916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317637710658365842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-2463312822619614661?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2463312822619614661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=2463312822619614661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/2463312822619614661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/2463312822619614661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-sands-here-we-come.html' title='White Sands Here We Come!'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Scv55x2ZF3I/AAAAAAAAAyU/-VkbJ0TCFpc/s72-c/Mar212009_5875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-8105077480208844159</id><published>2009-03-11T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:38:58.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SbgvIMAeWEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/u090zq0VuUI/s1600-h/Collage+Paulina+Wipes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SbgvIMAeWEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/u090zq0VuUI/s400/Collage+Paulina+Wipes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312047578192173122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulina was playing with her wipes the other day - she was swinging that thing until it flew out of her hands, then she tried looking for it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-8105077480208844159?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8105077480208844159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=8105077480208844159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/8105077480208844159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/8105077480208844159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/paulina-was-playing-with-her-wipes.html' title=''/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SbgvIMAeWEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/u090zq0VuUI/s72-c/Collage+Paulina+Wipes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-3693434365059938750</id><published>2009-03-04T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:36:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Swing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paulina's first time in a swing was this week.  She didn't know what to make of it at first, but as you can see she got the hang of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Sa8CUSXEwzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ddnF6FnSOzY/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Sa8CUSXEwzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ddnF6FnSOzY/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309465033242362674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-3693434365059938750?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3693434365059938750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=3693434365059938750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/3693434365059938750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/3693434365059938750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-swing.html' title='First Swing!'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/Sa8CUSXEwzI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ddnF6FnSOzY/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-7348701126918608765</id><published>2009-02-18T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:23:18.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Grandpa's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Paulina's first road trip, and it happened on a whim.  Joseph heard on the radio (or TV, not sure) that Colorado was going to be getting some snow, so.... yoooo hoooo!  we were on our way for the weekend.  Here are some picks from the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxKuXw7bMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/t2NMoKSD684/s1600-h/Jan302009_4703pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxKuXw7bMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/t2NMoKSD684/s320/Jan302009_4703pn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196621649276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxLiDKlTSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aTFiOS-6XnA/s1600-h/Jan302009_4702pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxLiDKlTSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aTFiOS-6XnA/s320/Jan302009_4702pn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304197509472931106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Paulina at one of our stops.  She was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxMjnCdqoI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UEL9L9Yxm4I/s1600-h/Jan312009_4814pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxMjnCdqoI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UEL9L9Yxm4I/s320/Jan312009_4814pn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304198635794049666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulina and me at Seven Falls in Colorado Springs.  I love that Ergo Carrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxQSbL-oWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/jw8WDDS0fGU/s1600-h/Jan312009_4800pn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxQSbL-oWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/jw8WDDS0fGU/s320/Jan312009_4800pn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304202738601468258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxRRb9fpGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/FNQ2JG_4vFM/s1600-h/Jan302009_4778pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxRRb9fpGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/FNQ2JG_4vFM/s320/Jan302009_4778pn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304203821140911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Paulina was a doll on the trip.  She never got fussy, she slept a whole lot, and she smiled all the time :-)  I think she's going to like traveling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-7348701126918608765?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7348701126918608765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=7348701126918608765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/7348701126918608765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/7348701126918608765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-grandpas-house.html' title='Trip To Grandpa&apos;s House'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SZxKuXw7bMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/t2NMoKSD684/s72-c/Jan302009_4703pn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-4887793344415957669</id><published>2009-01-28T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:00:02.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SYB3UigktRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AkTEP2aYpyY/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SYB3UigktRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AkTEP2aYpyY/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296364356532221202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     Someone should have told me that after getting married, having pets, and making a baby most of my time would be spent feeding all of them!  It starts as soon as I wake up in the morning to feed the baby and ends at the wee hours of the night when I make my husband a cup of hot tea as he pays the bills on the computer.  And if I'm not feeding them I'm cleaning up after them.    This is what I do 24/7.  Wife = Maid, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;  Not too long ago I woke up and headed over to the kitchen, and what did I see waiting for me outside the sliding glass door? The rabbit, the dog and the turtle all waiting to be fed.  Give me a break!  I hadn't even taken my Synthroid and the turtle was already crawling up the step, trying to get into the house.  On one occasion I made up my mind to over feed them so that they wouldn't bother me for the rest of the day, but it backfired.  They made such a mess!  The turtle was shitting and eating at the same time ( I guess there wasn't any more room for storage), she left the porch a mess!  The rabbit was crapping out blood all over the brand new pool deck, and the dog was puking in the washroom. ( I believe they ate each others food).  Damn!  I didn't know what to do - all this mess at the same time and I had just gotten back from a hectic two hours at Wal-Mart.  Should I put the groceries away or tend to the bleeding rabbit or the puking dog?  The turtle would just have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;  The biggest challenge for a stay-at-home mom, like myself, is to develop a routine so that everyone gets fed on time (the right foods).  So that the rabbit and the dog don't eat each others food I feed them at different times.  One stays outside while the other gets fed.  The turtle eats while the dog and the rabbit are stored away in the washroom (or they'll eat her food, too!).  This routine has somewhat calmed things down and kept anyone from getting too sick, except of course, when the dog goes outside in the middle of the night to eat the rabbit's poop.  There's nothing I can do about that!&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/2332716892652152284-4887793344415957669?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4887793344415957669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=4887793344415957669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/4887793344415957669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/4887793344415957669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeder.html' title='The Feeder'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SYB3UigktRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AkTEP2aYpyY/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-7276841421758160692</id><published>2009-01-12T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:37:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Has Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SWvED9nZdoI/AAAAAAAAAws/SDAreP0zN4w/s1600-h/Jan042009_4313b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SWvED9nZdoI/AAAAAAAAAws/SDAreP0zN4w/s320/Jan042009_4313b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290537759635240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis, yesterday I went to pick up some take-out at a local restaurant.   I of course, being the busy mom that I am, went in an old pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with my hair up in a clippy (a look that says "Glamour Don't" all over it!).   As I was waiting for my order I noticed a group of young girls, maybe two years out of high school, chatting amongst themselves.  They were so hip and young, with their cute outfits and stylish purses, they looked really put together and ready to conquer the world.  I remembered when I was like them, young, full of life and always stylish.  But, for the first time in my  life I felt like a "has been".  I didn't look like I was ready to conquer the world,  I looked more like I was getting ready to mop the bathroom.  The wrinkles on my face were suddenly in HD.  What happened to me?  I live in sweats and a clippy almost every day.  I swore this would never be me, I would never be a "Glamour Don't."  Oh, yes, but Paulina always looks beautiful.  No one will ever say my baby looks unkept.  I do pride myself in that.   But I realised that I need to keep myself looking good, too, it's who I am.  Without that, well.... well, I don't want to think about it.   So, as I drove away from the restaurant and looked at the stylish group of girls in my rear view mirror I said to myself, "This serves me right! I will not go away quietly.  I will get my hair done, do my nails, buy some stylish clothes, and rock my high heels once more!"  I am stylish woman, hear me roar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332716892652152284-7276841421758160692?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7276841421758160692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=7276841421758160692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/7276841421758160692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/7276841421758160692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/sis-yesterday-i-went-to-pick-up-some.html' title='The Has Been?'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SWvED9nZdoI/AAAAAAAAAws/SDAreP0zN4w/s72-c/Jan042009_4313b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332716892652152284.post-4579483856756372075</id><published>2009-01-06T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:55:41.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to Suck at This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OK, sis, I started the blog.  I don't know if this is going to last, but I'll give it a shot.  So I guess I'm supposed to write something about how my day went and all the funny stuff that happened to me, right?  Well, today was a typical day.  Except for the part where I had to fire the maid.  I really didn't want to fire her, but Joseph kept complaining about the way she cleaned.  He hated that she left a little bit of crud in the little corner of the shower floor.  I had to tell her about that one day.  She looked at me like, "Are you serious?", while I handed her the toothbrush so she could scrub that little corner.  I felt like such a nit-picker.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the main event of the day. &lt;br /&gt;Paulina has been doing great.  Today, I sat her on the bathroom scale and she was a whopping 20.8 pounds.  I think it's kinda heavy for a 5 1/2 month old, but she looks pretty healthy.  My back is killing me now.  I can't carry her around anymore and so I think that sling is TOTALLY out of the picture.  There's no way that thing is going to be comfortable for me.  The only thing I can imagine carrying Paulina in is in a wheelbarrow.  So sorry, sis, but I'm not as sling devoted as you :-(  My heart was totally in it, though.&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/2332716892652152284-4579483856756372075?l=poopymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4579483856756372075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332716892652152284&amp;postID=4579483856756372075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/4579483856756372075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332716892652152284/posts/default/4579483856756372075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-suck-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Suck at This!'/><author><name>Shorty Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180834093611383468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sv9ft7td_gw/SdN6TAO7u9I/AAAAAAAAAzY/s4E3d60OEww/S220/052908_0572a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
