<?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-6598953088373202853</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:30:42.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylors Mommy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-7808835316773275893</id><published>2010-06-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:12:34.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Time</title><content type='html'>I have never felt more accomplished as a mother in my life until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day that Taylor started going to the potty. He had no accidents and he got 8 stickers on his chart. (somewhere around there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today again ,...no accidents and he even went poop!! That was seriously the highlight of the year. It feels so good to say that he is half way there!! Is it disgusting that i even took a picture? And that i almost cried over.....POOOP??? This means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did it!! I successfully potty trained him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can go to pre-school in September. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO MORE DIAPERS! Until my next kid that is...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am done changing smelly diapers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bragging rights that my 2 1/2 year old BOY is potty trained. ( and so quickly I might add) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more outings with me forgetting to bring a diaper (oops!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sorry did i mention NO more diapers?!?!?!?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excuse my excitement, but if you have children.. you understand the excitement of this all. Now maybe we can get another dog??.....Just sayin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-7808835316773275893?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7808835316773275893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=7808835316773275893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7808835316773275893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7808835316773275893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2010/06/potty-time.html' title='Potty Time'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-1522553104681067887</id><published>2010-05-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:36:49.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter sweet</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about Taylor and how fast he is growing. It really got me thinking about the time I spend at work and the time we are away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided to change my schedule to work evenings so that I can spend all day long with Taylor. I am so happy for this change. I feel that I can really spend some time with him before he starts going to school. I feel so lucky to be able to have the opportunity to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work 4-9 pretty much everyday. And add some Saturdays so that when I am at work, Taylor gets to be with his daddy. (Which he REALLY enjoys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up in the morning and seeing his adorable face. The fact that I do not have to rush and get ready for work  and leave him.....is amazing. I can bring him breakfast in bed and we can do extremely fun activities everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that when I stayed home with him before for 17 months was very different.  In a way I was still very young and I didn't get to REALLY appreciate it as much as I can now. I really do understand why children should not have children. Now, I am grateful because I am still young and I can really enjoy his company, run around and grow with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bitter part is the part that I will not be able to spend as much time with Scott. I mean I can still see him at night and on the weekends after work. The thing that I slack usually though is the housework.....dishes, laundry, vacuuming etc. I think that I used to come home sooo tired that I couldn't keep the house up but now It has been night and day. I feel like I have the energy to clean and keep my house well maintained and still have the time to have a good time with Taylor. I'm sure that in time Scott will appreciate it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a hard week last week. Anything that you can think of bad..happened. I am so glad that this is a new week. But no matter how tough my days are...all i have to do is look at Taylor and he reminds of me of why I must not be discouraged. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-1522553104681067887?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1522553104681067887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=1522553104681067887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/1522553104681067887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/1522553104681067887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2010/05/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter sweet'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-1949680452031685169</id><published>2010-05-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:10:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-1n47--cuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cBxRqFkHVvg/s1600/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471143350197187298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-1n47--cuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cBxRqFkHVvg/s200/PICT0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-1mk2QOxPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nvGpXpO3gfE/s1600/SANY0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141905549935858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-1mk2QOxPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nvGpXpO3gfE/s200/SANY0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I get so sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I moved, I gave my dog away. And it makes me sooo sad. I miss him terribly. I have not seen him since November 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what has happend because his new owner won't send me any pictures (as was promised), hasn't registered him with her town, (as also was promsied) claims she moved far away and her camera is broken, ....In reality I'm sure that she sold him. (she told me i could come visit him whenever I wanted! Until i asked her...then she made up excuses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dreams about him constantly. I Wish I could find out how he is doing, what he is doing. I imagine this is a glimpse of what people go through when they put their children up for adoption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stuck between a rock and a hardplace though,....my mom didn't want to keep him (she already had a big dog to take care of with no time) and I wasn't allowed to bring him to our new place. Now I get people that say "I would've taken him!". But you see...Prince was not the best dog. To me he was becuase I loved him so much BUT he was not house trained and he had a serious anxiety/barking problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want him back so bad. I know it is not possible but I do. I am so regretful. This subject is so touchy for me..&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/6598953088373202853-1949680452031685169?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1949680452031685169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=1949680452031685169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/1949680452031685169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/1949680452031685169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-1n47--cuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cBxRqFkHVvg/s72-c/PICT0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-8815261194949307169</id><published>2010-05-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:00:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vowSmqKpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zRukXX-quCM/s1600/tayhelping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722088696949394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vowSmqKpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zRukXX-quCM/s200/tayhelping2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vov4Q_HzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xNJoSYbn6Vc/s1600/tayhelping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722081626726194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vov4Q_HzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xNJoSYbn6Vc/s200/tayhelping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vovZcZA6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/K1lBO1FawtU/s1600/sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722073353061282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vovZcZA6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/K1lBO1FawtU/s200/sink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor is the biggest help ever. His opening question at every start of each new task is "momma can I help you?" So while I was washing dishes I said what the heck! Why not..."Why don't you wash cookie monster while mommy washes dishes next to you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so much fun and helpful! EXCEPT when hes been in his "ninja turtle moods". In that case he wants to fight everyone and anyone in front of him. I hope it's just a phase....and he hasn't inherited my not so calm attitude! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Wednesday and Wednesdays are our favorite days because I have off of work and he hang out together. I wish everyday was Wednesday. .. I'll write later but it's off to work tata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-8815261194949307169?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8815261194949307169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=8815261194949307169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8815261194949307169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8815261194949307169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylor-is-biggest-help-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-vowSmqKpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zRukXX-quCM/s72-c/tayhelping2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-6547823097271599336</id><published>2010-05-07T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:21:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:occidental,;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I get so wrapped up in life, I just do not know when to find time to update. But it is important to me so hopefully I will be able to fit blogging in somehow into my schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;Taylor is now 2 1/2 years old! I cannot believe the last time I wrote he was not even 1 yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alot has happend so lets try and think what is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Taylor is growing into such an intelligent but yet sassy young boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I moved! Just down the street from Mom. (Which i like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I went back to work in March 2009. Which is great, yet challenging to be away from my love bug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I am engaged! (Which doesn't change much but it will get my sisters off my back =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I have yet to go back to school since 2 semesters ago. (Which completely dissapoints me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think thats really it to be honest. How sad...Time doesn't change MUCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm excited to start blogging again! Are you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Occidental;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-6547823097271599336?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6547823097271599336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=6547823097271599336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/6547823097271599336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/6547823097271599336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-1808875885610251682</id><published>2008-07-21T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:07:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been quite the loser for not writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU_VHEXNqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ucXIOjP-LOE/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652574540478114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU_VHEXNqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ucXIOjP-LOE/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My Babbyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU-1QyWa3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/8VicjK7EVNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652027393469298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU-1QyWa3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/8VicjK7EVNQ/s320/IMG_2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU-h6nhfqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YoLTzigqQkE/s1600-h/IMG_2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225651695024963234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU-h6nhfqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YoLTzigqQkE/s320/IMG_2620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tator And I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU-BvUCMoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bu8nsWPd3Po/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225651142234616450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU-BvUCMoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bu8nsWPd3Po/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU9uH0t6nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M-PpKGY3cqU/s1600-h/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225650805216766578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU9uH0t6nI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M-PpKGY3cqU/s320/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and William dont they look so much alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU8qzH8ltI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IvxElrio2LY/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649648609040082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU8qzH8ltI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IvxElrio2LY/s320/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going to Risleys to go swimming and fishing with the whole fam. We had a great time especially with Joey in the Water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU779R0MdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y9SgLhMkR74/s1600-h/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225648843880935890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU779R0MdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y9SgLhMkR74/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texas roadhouse is the PERFECT place to bring a birthday boy if you want to embarass the crap out of him. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7n41RXTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DfUgxF_B-QQ/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225648499090087218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7n41RXTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DfUgxF_B-QQ/s320/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob acting challeged....(he has little (or should i say big?) matthew but he wasn't there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7ezIrDAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/af6X8Mab_8M/s1600-h/IMG_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225648342942026754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7ezIrDAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/af6X8Mab_8M/s320/IMG_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott, me and Taylor..tell me that is not the cutest face ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7QvIVwwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DlHhkOZ8HF8/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225648101348721410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7QvIVwwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DlHhkOZ8HF8/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Cecilia her baby in her belly, Her husband Mike and my nephew Joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7CjvzraI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vGBo2ini0tg/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647857774865826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU7CjvzraI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vGBo2ini0tg/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big brother Martin and his wife Crystal and Nephew William (youngest of the cousins) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU6nwmNLCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/I4kAFTsV44Y/s1600-h/IMG_2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647397367786530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU6nwmNLCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/I4kAFTsV44Y/s320/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! I know I know it's been a while and I have done exactly what I didn't want to do which is SLACK off on this thing. It's been busy though my mom left to Argentina about a week ago so I have been holding down the fort so to speak. She will be back this saturday and I am wicked excited because I have missed her dearly. (i guess nobody cut the umbillical cord...) Anyways I've been busy really ..i've hung out with my friends literally every single day this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright...other then scotts birthday, enjoying my days, having fun and hanging with famiy....it has been just that...fun. (im on the phone with crystal so nothing im saying seems to make sense,...i cant multitask.) Alright well im off byeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-1808875885610251682?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1808875885610251682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=1808875885610251682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/1808875885610251682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/1808875885610251682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-quite-loser-for-not-writing.html' title='I&apos;ve been quite the loser for not writing...'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SIU_VHEXNqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ucXIOjP-LOE/s72-c/IMG_2622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-7488637653344707682</id><published>2008-07-16T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:11:00.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah i know.</title><content type='html'>I know i offically suck in the bloggers world. What can i say? I've been busy! Believe me please...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update once Taylor doesn't want to sleep ontop of me while i'm trying to use the laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-7488637653344707682?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7488637653344707682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=7488637653344707682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7488637653344707682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7488637653344707682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-i-know.html' title='yeah i know.'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-8017243336731700513</id><published>2008-07-02T19:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:33:25.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres another one for yall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Can you cook? I can, I guess you'll have to ask Scott if i'm any good at it though. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 2. What was your dream growing up? I wanted to be famous, ...for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;3. What talent do you wish you had?  I wish i had ANY talent at all, it seems as though my whole family has something they are good at and i must not have gotten any of those genes lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Favorite place? In my room with the laptop with Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Favorite fruit? Watermelon and yes i can eat an entire one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;6. What was the last book you read? Some college book, It wasnt exactly my favorite book.(yawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 7. What zodiac sign are you? Pisces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? I HAD my belly button pierced but its not so attractive when your stomache expands. (preggo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;9. Worst habit? Getting upset easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 10. What's your favorite store? Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;11. What is your favorite sport? sport???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;12. Negative or Optimistic attitude? Eh I'm a little pesimistic. (unfortunately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? With who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 14. Best thing to ever happen to you? Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 15. Tell me one weird fact about you: I have a birthmark of sunglasses where the sun don't shine. (ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;16. Do have any pets? I do, he's a little jerk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;17. Do you like to dance? I love to dance! I think i've lost some of my moves though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;18. What time is it where you are now? 10:28 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Neither, I dont know why anyone would think they were "cute" though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be??? Thats easy, I would lose the Whale look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? WHO!? I don't know who..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; 22. What color eyes do you have? Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;23. Favorite dinner? Gosh i have so many but I would prob. have to say anything alfredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;24. Whos your best friend? Thats easy.. Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it? I'll spell it out for you S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;26. Coke or Pepsi? I am quite a sucker for pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;27. Favorite coffee drink? I don't drink coffee. But I love the smell of it! (and the ice cream aint so bad itself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;28. Do you believe in astrology? I truly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Eat, obviously. (Spoken from a true fatty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;30. Do you swear? Eh I have a bit of weakness...I try not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;31. Biggest pet peeve? Fakes. Liars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;32. In one word, how would you describe yourself? Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-8017243336731700513?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8017243336731700513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=8017243336731700513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8017243336731700513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8017243336731700513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-another-one-for-yall_02.html' title='Heres another one for yall'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-933893852534313644</id><published>2008-07-02T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:22:33.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres another one for yall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-933893852534313644?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217864598519742082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SGmUNPja_oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tpoTudK_jJw/s200/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SGmT9QQ7EsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cl8BFtkcT4o/s1600-h/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217864323832681154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SGmT9QQ7EsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cl8BFtkcT4o/s200/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged much, I have been busy. Last week I took Taylor to Milford Beach with my friends Alicia, Alley and Natalie. We had a great time and I was glad to be able to hang out with them a little bit. The next day I took care of my little new guy for the first time, i don't have to do watch him until next week because they are on vacation. It was great we did crafts, we ran around outside and baked a little. He is so well behaved!! I couldn't have asked for a better kid to watch to make it easy to watch him and Tay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we went to NY for Martins Birthday and it was great. We bbq'ed, went swimming and just hang out as a family. I love going I always have such a great time. I drove both ways because I never like mom to drive because shes wicked tired from working all of the time and Scott had food poisoning so It was either me or Taylor,...I got chosen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor got so sick though! He has baddddd diarhea and vomiting I felt so bad for him, I have been cleaning up after him all day long. I left my car keys in my mothers car from driving to NY so i had no car and no way to get pedialite! So i called my sister the life saver and sure enough she brought me some from CVS. *Thank you I owe you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-7571535313173256628?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7571535313173256628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=7571535313173256628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7571535313173256628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7571535313173256628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-its-been-while.html' title='So it&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SGmVJpBxCzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aubpkf64jGM/s72-c/IMG_2590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-8274872042517539192</id><published>2008-06-27T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:21:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Analia how did you know i would be a sucker for your survey?</title><content type='html'>like when people send me these types of lists...so here is mine...&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Pearls&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? S&amp;amp;tc&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? Desperate Housewives, Brothers and Sisters, S&amp;amp;tc, SVU&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast? nada&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? Ileana&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? anything that comes out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? I don't have favorite cds just mixed homemade cds.&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? Mazda Protege&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? Turkey Cheese and Extra Mayo OR Chicken carbonara from Quiznos&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise? Dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing? F21&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you retire to? Florida like the rest of the oldies.&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? I'd say 3 years ago Mohegan sun then surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch? I don't find sports too entertaining to watch.&lt;br /&gt;18. What is the furthest place this post will go? Argentina&lt;br /&gt;19. Person you expect to send it back first? Nobody lol&lt;br /&gt;20. When is your birthday? March 4th&lt;br /&gt;21. If you are married, where did you meet your spouse? I'm not married. But TGIF's&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you a morning person or a Night person? neither hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your shoe size? 8 1/2&lt;br /&gt;24. Pets? yes an annoying little pomeranian, but I love him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? I'm a nanny!&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little? I wanted to be a flight attendant while my brother was the pilot.&lt;br /&gt;27. How are you today? exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favorite candy? I don't really like candy I'll take your cookies though.&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite flower(s)? I guess roses.&lt;br /&gt;30. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? October 16th&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your full name? Cintia Ileana Vargas&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? Cecilia venting.&lt;br /&gt;34. What was the last thing you ate? pizza rolls.&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you ever wish on stars? I dont have time for all of that.&lt;br /&gt;36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Pink&lt;br /&gt;38. Last person you spoke to on the phone? I'm on the phone with Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite soft drink? Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite restaurant? Mac Grill or Carabbas&lt;br /&gt;41. Hair color? Brown for now, blonde soon&lt;br /&gt;42. What was your favorite toy as a child? barbies&lt;br /&gt;43. Summer or winter? Fall&lt;br /&gt;44. Hugs or kisses? I''m not a touchy feely person&lt;br /&gt;45. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;46. Coffee or tea? i guess mint tea.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you want your friends to email you back? no?&lt;br /&gt;48. When was the last time you cried? It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;49. What is under your bed? Nothing could be under there.&lt;br /&gt;.50. What did you do last night? Went fishing with scott and walmart&lt;br /&gt;51. What are you afraid of? fish&lt;br /&gt;52. Salty or sweet? sweet&lt;br /&gt;53. How many keys on your key ring? 5&lt;br /&gt;54. How many years at your current job? 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;55. Favorite day of the week? sunday&lt;br /&gt;56. How many towns have you lived in? a few&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you make friends easily? not really anymore.&lt;br /&gt;58. How many people will you send this to? nobody&lt;br /&gt;59. How many will respond? ? I don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-8274872042517539192?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8274872042517539192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=8274872042517539192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8274872042517539192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8274872042517539192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-analia-how-did-you-know-i-would-be.html' title='Now Analia how did you know i would be a sucker for your survey?'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-830403722845208063</id><published>2008-06-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:24:08.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a great day my friends.</title><content type='html'>Hello loves! Gosh Today is great, but only really for my night but here goes the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 5:45 and made my way over to Ana's house to watch her kids until 1030isham. Ben was hilarious as always and very well behaved today. (I didn't mention Belly because shes ALWAYS a good girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ben you got a haircut? It looks great!!"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Yeah! I had to get it because my hair was dirty, nasty and had bugs in it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana wash your son (hahaha im kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from that I hung out with Licky all day and ate Mac and Cheese. (not all day i was just mentioning what we had lol) THEN Alley came along and we putted around and they told me all about their vaca. I was jealous of course, you can't just pick up and go on vacation with your friends when you have a baby...it just doesn't work that way. So then i showered after they left and got ready and went on my interview for Nannying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I really really like the family. I will be watching a 2 year old boy that is absolutely adorable. Just a few days a week and I have a feeling it is going to work out really good, he seems really mellow! The father is a cop in manchester and the mother works at AAA. All in all we just all got a long so well, It was like we knew each other already because all we were doing was joking around with each other and just had a good time on an interview, who wouldve thought that wouldve been possible? I can't wait, I start July 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, tomorrow I'm going to the beach! yayy! With Alicia and Alley, I should probably hang out with Jess this week because I feel bad I haven't hung out with her in a few days. I really like that Alicia always helps me with Taylor when she is around, she plays with him and always wants to hold him. She is very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright goodnight, I'll tell you how the beach goes. OH and by the way its going to be crappy weather other than tomorrow so enjoy it. I feel like we live in seattle lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-830403722845208063?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/830403722845208063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=830403722845208063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/830403722845208063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/830403722845208063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-great-day-my-friends.html' title='Today is a great day my friends.'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-8586346203172122970</id><published>2008-06-23T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:52:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy darlings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another busy weekend passed..&lt;br /&gt;Saturday=boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday=family festitivites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went to Scotts Dad's house for Scott's stepsisters graduation party (from middleschool). He lives in Burlington so it is quite a hike everytime. Scott's Stepmom and Dad bought Taylor something before he was born..they gave it to him yesterday even though they wanted to save it for his first birthday.. check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215163179775957650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_7R-g-GpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3bpfvBeff80/s400/IMG_2574.JPG" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty Neat huh? I wish they made it in my size, it lights up and vibrates like its taking off! So what else I have an interview on Wednesday Night to watch a little boy in South Windsor and I am stoked! I hope that i get it it would be fun and give me some extra cash. Wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always heres some pictures of my cutie patooty..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215165413353711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_9T_PZ5wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4VJL0-U2iyU/s320/meandhunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166084833993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_97Esx4pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n-06IUJdI38/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166387031437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_-MqeQ8fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EarUrd1Q3Tk/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166845437835170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_-nWK3d6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/tyiIGiiRNOE/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6598953088373202853-8586346203172122970?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8586346203172122970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=8586346203172122970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8586346203172122970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8586346203172122970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/helloooo.html' title='Helloooo'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_7R-g-GpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3bpfvBeff80/s72-c/IMG_2574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-8507387152444098935</id><published>2008-06-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:32:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_sSJLzwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7SK3FjM1vHg/s1600-h/martin_002_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215146689965572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_sSJLzwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7SK3FjM1vHg/s400/martin_002_phixr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_qrsqPTiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sJQ14hvyuCI/s1600-h/martin_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215144929961922082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_qrsqPTiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sJQ14hvyuCI/s400/martin_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_ql0darEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/usVI1BgEZHs/s1600-h/martin_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215144828976409666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_ql0darEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/usVI1BgEZHs/s400/martin_phixr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_qdT_cRfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QIRPKTNU--E/s1600-h/martin_004_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215144682821797362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_qdT_cRfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QIRPKTNU--E/s400/martin_004_phixr.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This post is Dedicated to My big brother &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;! Happy Belated Birthday (only on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; because i am not Rob, and i did call you on your day)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess I should tell you a little bit about Martin since everyone that reads this probably doesn't know him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin is the hardest worker besides Mom that i know. He is a great father and a spectacular Husband (or so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; heard..). He loves cars (in particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BMW's&lt;/span&gt;) and cooking. He tries to figure EVERYTHING out, he was taking toy cars apart and putting them back together by age 5. He can entertain himself, you give him something to do he will master it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin and I are approx. 7 years apart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt; you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a lot you probably don't have a lot in common huh? WRONG, he is a kid at heart, he can get a long with a 3 year old as well as a 75 year old. He is the funnest guy I know and i love being around him! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin often tells me that he would always make sure that my zipper was up on my coat when i was little and it was cold outside, it was like he took care of me and i took care of him. While he would work on cars outside our long island home when we were younger, I would always make sure that he had something to snack on or something to drink. I would walk to 711 and get snacks for us. I think both him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Analia&lt;/span&gt; were the only ones that didn't think i was an annoying tag along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin also has a funny sense of humor and a hilarious laugh. (he giggles) He laughs at his joke book in the bathroom and then calls me and tells me the jokes. One day when we all lived together he put saran wrap around the toilet before my sister went to the bathroom and she peed on herself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahhaha&lt;/span&gt; He is always one to crack a joke or make a wise comment. He loves that part in Raising Helen where the little boy says "thats it! HIPPOS GOIN OUT THE WINDOW!" haha, because he is that little boy. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin is also very helpful, he is the first one to ask if anything needs fixing at moms house. He also helps everyone with their cars since he is an expert. When we found out i was pregnant he was the first one to help me find a car. He called and didn't give me grief or give me a problem just said to me " if your going to make this a habbit should i get you a mini van??" to which of course i replied "no!!"  He bought all these things for the car and cleaned it all. He also fixed some things on it and when i came for my birthday and to pick it up he surprised me with it all. I remember Martin doing my math homework when I was young and helping me with projects, he once made this amazing kite that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure my teacher doubted that i had anything to do with. He has always been the first one to defend me in our family squabbles, like literally fight with the rest of the family to defend me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think i could go on forever but i would probably bore everyone with my sappy stories...to sum it up i love my big brother and im grateful for all the things you do for me. i couldn't have asked for a better brother. Happy Birthday! I can't wait to come celebrate this weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-8507387152444098935?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8507387152444098935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=8507387152444098935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8507387152444098935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/8507387152444098935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/martin.html' title='Martin!'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SF_sSJLzwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7SK3FjM1vHg/s72-c/martin_002_phixr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-5594446608855502625</id><published>2008-06-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:36:58.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>Hello darlings! I have to talk a little about last night before i proceed to today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Scott went out with his friends like usual (my friends are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt; so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind) and we went to bed VERY late because Rob was over due to a little squabble with Monica (but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; another story for another day,..we wont go there) I think we went to bed at 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. (I go to bed usually at like 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;o'clock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ha ah&lt;/span&gt;, i like sleep) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;, Scott has a really bad sleep walking/talking problem which most people would find creepy, i usually mess with him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; just go along with what he says. WELL..Last night we were sleeping and he JUMPED out of the bed and yelled "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;THERES&lt;/span&gt; A SNAKE IN THE BED!" having Taylor in bed with us, of course my only reaction was to jump out of bed as fast as possible and assess the situation...I didn't realize until today that he was actually sleep walking and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; been comfortable in bed instead of sleeping on the couch. But after he said that I said "WHERE? AND IS THAT POSSIBLE??" he said "I SWEAR I JUST SAW IT, I THINK IT WAS IN THIS BED.." and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what got me thinking, and maybe it was because it was the middle of the night that i didn't think about that comment until this morning. Anyway, he searched the bed cautiously and said that he saw it again (i was standing there and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; did not see it, but he was throwing the comforter around so i just figured i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; take a risk) After i threatened him that i would stay here because this story was pretty ridiculous he told me to take the chance if i wanted to but he was out of there...(i was scared and too tired to think) Again he insisted that he saw it and so he went to the closest couch to sleep on, and i got stuck with the small couch with the baby and no blanket but he was sleep walking so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to be considerate at that point, so i sat there for a few minutes and went to the couch downstairs where Rob was playing video games (it must have been like 430 by then) and so i ignored the stealing of cars video game and went to sleep there and then.  You think that this story is over huh? Think again, about an hour later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Scottie&lt;/span&gt; comes running downstairs looks over at the couch where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;leeping&lt;/span&gt; and yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I say "SLEEPING WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; DOING??" and so he walks away and goes and sleeps in the other room. OVERALL the worst night of his sleep walking other then the incidents where he has picked me up while i have been sleeping(while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i w&lt;/span&gt;as pregnant may i add) and dropped me on the other couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very very very boring. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; had a garage sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt; because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even end up going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Scott's&lt;/span&gt; Dads house, we are going tomorrow instead. I cleaned the room since the whole flooding thing happened and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; about it...we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Walmart &lt;/span&gt;later on after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt; went fishing to buy baby food. We were supposed to go to a party tonight and mom was going to babysit but i got tired, i really have no desire to go to this shindig and i really  need to get out of the house but no thanks. I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone had a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-5594446608855502625?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5594446608855502625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=5594446608855502625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/5594446608855502625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/5594446608855502625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-7114792871926239442</id><published>2008-06-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:35:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays are always blahh for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxZBmWIVEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W6UNUc-L5u4/s1600-h/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140352596300866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxZBmWIVEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W6UNUc-L5u4/s200/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxY1u-5OdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZBYfCrK2xV0/s1600-h/IMG_2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140148756330962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxY1u-5OdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZBYfCrK2xV0/s200/IMG_2562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night Taylor Fell asleep on me like this, It was so funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, Lets see...Last night Taylor slept pretty good, he woke up once! He cuddled with Scott all night because we have been sleeping in the guestbed due to some flooding in the basement type thing. This morning he woke up around 8ish, had the usual breakfast and then my friend Jess came over so that i could straighten her hair for her sisters graduation and just because she is curly sue and needed some straightening. She ended up looking gorgeous!! I love my straightener, it does wonders. Anyhoo, then we had a quick Dr's appt. and then went to Analias house. Today was our day to make jam, well we farted around on the computer for a little and then Ana left with Scott to do something important so I watched the kids. I have to admit, Ana has a LOT of patience, it must be so incredibly hard to raise a 3 year old. (I am glad to wait) Ben was actually really really good today though, I have to admit I did a lot of bribing haha. What else what else, After Ana got home we made jam and when ben woke up from his name he was a bit cranky... these were some of the quotes hahhaah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: "My toy is broken mom!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrated Analia: " We have to fix it then Ben, Let me see"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: : "No! Its not broken mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrated Analia: "Yes Ben thats enough, thats what we get for buying it from the 99 cent store if we had bought it from toys r us for 25 dollars it would be working right now and not broken by the first afternoon we bought it!"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "NO ITS NOT BROKEN MOM! (crying.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrated Analia: "Yes Ben! Look its made in China! Thats why its broken everything breaks thats from china!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben: " Yeah It's made in china! Its broken!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the funniest conversation , I'ms ure i left something out, I was almost crying.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben after i bribed him....and threatened to take away his chinese toy hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140639869365506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxZSUhXbQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/taiavN6J4tM/s200/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and Belly playing, they love playing with each other! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141052988866178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxZqXguvoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3RQ8FIcOEEk/s200/IMG_2565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141365809937650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxZ8k3FfPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FZniJiFy6SA/s200/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the favorite Niece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday Everyone! P.s. the other sister made a blogspot..check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-7114792871926239442?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7114792871926239442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=7114792871926239442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7114792871926239442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7114792871926239442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fridays-are-always-blahh-for-me.html' title='Fridays are always blahh for me'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFxZBmWIVEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W6UNUc-L5u4/s72-c/IMG_2563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-3014086873830091444</id><published>2008-06-19T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:36:08.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soreness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsBjz9mBVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9zNsSMh4mjU/s1600-h/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213762708367082834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsBjz9mBVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9zNsSMh4mjU/s200/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsBPhoSfwI/AAAAAAAAADw/P-jbfIK-qTs/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213762359848500994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsBPhoSfwI/AAAAAAAAADw/P-jbfIK-qTs/s200/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsA-3XzH1I/AAAAAAAAADo/6iZ0QAux-ic/s1600-h/IMG_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213762073627139922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsA-3XzH1I/AAAAAAAAADo/6iZ0QAux-ic/s200/IMG_2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsAwSEBjzI/AAAAAAAAADg/FCZld93RG6A/s1600-h/IMG_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213761823093919538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsAwSEBjzI/AAAAAAAAADg/FCZld93RG6A/s200/IMG_2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFr-tsXsbbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VHVUL-ffTxQ/s1600-h/strawberry3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213759579592879538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFr-tsXsbbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VHVUL-ffTxQ/s320/strawberry3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFr-pb189sI/AAAAAAAAADI/3wjxkfuu7xY/s1600-h/strawberry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213759506436912834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFr-pb189sI/AAAAAAAAADI/3wjxkfuu7xY/s320/strawberry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFr-hh2zwBI/AAAAAAAAADA/10-0nQQ4LRI/s1600-h/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213759370612162578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFr-hh2zwBI/AAAAAAAAADA/10-0nQQ4LRI/s320/strawberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola! I was a slacker and didn't write anything yesterday but in my defense I was EXHAUSTED from waking up at 5 am to go running...WOAH 5? you ask, correct you read it right. I have been excellent in my eating selections the last 2 days and I am going to go running tonight instead of at 5 am this morning because that kills me to say the least. Yesterday I took Analia up on her offer to go Strawberry picking and it was great! Everyone else was so much better at it but I got delicious strawberries that scott is raving about, and even bragging at work. Taylor and Belly were sitting together eating the grass. After I was done being a farmer I came home and took a well needed nap with my little tot here and after we woke up I met a friend at the park to swing ont he swings, i stayed for like literally 10 minutes because I didnt' want to miss Scott when he came home...So I went home and we ate a healthy healthy dinner together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today-&lt;/strong&gt; Today i was very lazy, I was supposed to go make jam with ana but i totally slept as much as i could with Taylor because we had a ROUGH night last night and the whole 5 am fiasco. Later on my friend kept texting me and begging me to go do errands with her and her baby so I did and then we went to the park and scott met us there. Taylor loves the swing! Thennnn we went to Old Navy to look for something for her baby to wear to her sisters graduation tomorrow. I really like hanging out with Jess because shes my age and I always wanted a friend that i can relate to so bad, and finally i found her! sounds so corny lol. Here are some other pictures of my little munchkin...He has been so out of his routine and i dont know how to put him back into it, its terrible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-3014086873830091444?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3014086873830091444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=3014086873830091444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/3014086873830091444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/3014086873830091444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/soreness.html' title='soreness'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFsBjz9mBVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9zNsSMh4mjU/s72-c/IMG_2560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-5482869941954974439</id><published>2008-06-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:05:51.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating my fruits and veggies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today was actually quite boring, Tay and I woke up very early after a long night of whining and tossing and turning...I think it was gas. Scott got our early today too so we hung out with him and took a family nap lol..it was much needed. Taylor did a lot of walking in the walker and smiling like always. I wish i had more creative ideas of what i should do with him during the day...any ideas anyone? (assuming anyones even reading this other than ana lol) I got pretty hooked on Digital scrapbooking today now I want to print some things out. Around 4ish when we woke up from our naps Scott took Taylor to see his grandmother (scotts mother Dee) and I took a nice long shower without any babies crying or any questions on how to do anything (scott) and then i was off to my moms job to pick up a check and then to pick her Jenny Craig food up. If only I could be on that, I definately need to do something but it is really expensive. *(grr) After that I went to pick my wallet up at Alleys house but nobody was home so that was sucky too. So home I am after we went to stop n shop real quick to get some healthy fruits and veggies because I am going to go on a vegetable and fruit diet for a week before I start eating healthy because I read online thats what your supposed to do first i guess. I wish i was my old size again, it makes me so depressed to look in the mirror and think i could have prevented it by not eating so much during my pregnancy. People say " you are eating for two" but its really not meant to be literally lol. I found out the hard way. Tomorrow morning I am setting my alarm for 5 to go running before the day without Taylor in the jogger because I think i'll run further. Lets cross our fingers that something works.. I have been looking at pictures on my computer to remind me how skinny I was ...i hope that i will get so depressed that i will change hahah.welll.... Wish me luck and any suggestions would be appreciated!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFhRAsx5ITI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Kr94tSz-88/s1600-h/senior1+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-5482869941954974439?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5482869941954974439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=5482869941954974439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/5482869941954974439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/5482869941954974439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/eating-my-fruits-and-veggies.html' title='Eating my fruits and veggies..'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-5384845833659464013</id><published>2008-06-16T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:09:38.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here are some pictures from that trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPxTKU7oI/AAAAAAAAACg/Gcj-d-PQSlI/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212511695847878274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPxTKU7oI/AAAAAAAAACg/Gcj-d-PQSlI/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Dee's boyfriend gave Taylor a Firefighter Hat! (he is a volunteer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPXaezdWI/AAAAAAAAACY/wuQAWAmx9Vs/s1600-h/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212511251136214370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPXaezdWI/AAAAAAAAACY/wuQAWAmx9Vs/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister in law crystal and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPCD_y1FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CMhG-EZVXzA/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510884323316818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPCD_y1FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CMhG-EZVXzA/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My sister Cecilia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaOvRJ8a0I/AAAAAAAAACI/w0kYudPxn3o/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510561438034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaOvRJ8a0I/AAAAAAAAACI/w0kYudPxn3o/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylors first time at the beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-5384845833659464013?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5384845833659464013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=5384845833659464013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/5384845833659464013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/5384845833659464013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-here-are-some-pictures-from-that.html' title='And here are some pictures from that trip..'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaPxTKU7oI/AAAAAAAAACg/Gcj-d-PQSlI/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-942468218457151765</id><published>2008-06-16T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:00:59.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaK5cqFIeI/AAAAAAAAACA/Zt9U7YXBR9I/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506338277794274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaK5cqFIeI/AAAAAAAAACA/Zt9U7YXBR9I/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaKsdDCjQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A1aACd7zWbY/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506115044183298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaKsdDCjQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A1aACd7zWbY/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaKfF8cZcI/AAAAAAAAABw/5aIP9njPbpE/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212505885504202178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaKfF8cZcI/AAAAAAAAABw/5aIP9njPbpE/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaKRCqWkXI/AAAAAAAAABo/aU1PqcXLOfA/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212505644104847730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaKRCqWkXI/AAAAAAAAABo/aU1PqcXLOfA/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that people don't really write in their blogs about everyday, so i guess i will be just about the only one . I think it's really because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to treat this as a journal and ignore that people are going to read it also and then print out the copies to make a book of life after baby. Today Taylor slept until 9:30!!! I was loving it and hoping it would last forever but darn diaper had to leak and cause him to be uncomfortable! (I haven't slept through the whole night since i was about 7 months pregnant..i wake up frequently to feed this little boy) I took some pictures today..I just love his smile! (well and everything else that comes along with him) Well today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taylor's&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; month  being alive and it is so incredible how time has flew by...4 more months and he will be 1! ..but he will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remain&lt;/span&gt; my baby until another one comes along which will not be for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; very long time! Last week Taylor and I went to my sister Cecilia's house with my brothers fiance Monica and Matthew (their son) for 3 days and 2 nights and we had such a blast! We spent our days at the beach, and or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cecilia's&lt;/span&gt; pool with the babes. Taylor enjoyed the beach but the other babies didn't, i think his favorite part was eating the sand though i served him a cookie and he thought he would add the touch of sand. Dad went with us which was nice because I want him to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Taylor's&lt;/span&gt; life as much as possible, just because things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work out for him being dad shouldn't mean that he can't be the best grandfather. I love going to NY except for the drive and that Scott was stuck working which always feels guilty when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having a good time. (he assures me that it is my job to have fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy him and that i shouldn't feel guilty) Another really bad part about traveling is that he is so out of his routine that he thinks that when 7pm rolls around that it is NOT bedtime but it is indeed time to play.  So this weekend coming up is my big brother Martins birthday, so another trip to NY is in order. (Mom, Scott, Rob and Monica are also coming, ...Scott and Ana? are you coming??) I love visiting the new yorkers though but it is not a time to relax as most vacations are, actually its quite hectic with so many kids around and might i ad VERY loud.  I feel like I'm rambling but Taylor is sleeping so I am trying to get as much in as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just remembered that we had a doctors appointment for him this morning, I called last week and told them that I believe that Taylor has selective hearing (just like most boys) or something going on because I feel like he hears me but ignores me so they insisted on bringing him to make sure that he has no liquid in his ears. (his grandmother is deaf so sometimes i worry) Dr. Bush is so good to get him in , he is my favorite doctor ever and if he could take me i would so be his patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-942468218457151765?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/942468218457151765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=942468218457151765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/942468218457151765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/942468218457151765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/SFaK5cqFIeI/AAAAAAAAACA/Zt9U7YXBR9I/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-4144642287067559106</id><published>2008-06-15T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:13:49.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Fathers Day! Well today was Scotts 1st fathers day, last year we sort of celebrated but I was 7 months pregnant and I wasn't ready to really celebrate it because I hadn't come to terms that I was going to be a mother which meant that Scott would be a father. We celebrated it nice though, we got him an electric razor and a hat that he has been eyeing, he was very pleased with is gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most holidays we try to go to Scotts grandmothers house which is like a block away so that everyone can pass Taylor around and visit with Scotts family. Today we had a bunch of fun, Scott was off playing volleyball with most of the men and I sat and chit chatted with Scotts Stepmother and Grandma and Grandpa and we shared stories on how we met our significant others. I want to make sure to write down all of the stories so that I can make some sort of book since scott knows nothing about his family which is sad but hey hes a boy so i shouldnt expect it. I ate so much I think that I look like im 4 months pregnant from all the food lol ... then I got home from eating all that food to my mothers homemade ice cream cake, it was her first time making it and it was absolutely delicious! so now we are just relaxing and tay is sleeping sooo im going to maybe do like a survey type thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-4144642287067559106?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4144642287067559106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=4144642287067559106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/4144642287067559106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/4144642287067559106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598953088373202853.post-7961269486866032806</id><published>2008-06-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:09:04.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post...</title><content type='html'>Hello y'all, Today is my first day on this thing and so far it seems pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt; So Analia told me that I write just like I would in my journal, so here I go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Scott, Taylor and I went to the South Windsor Strawberry &amp;amp; Craft festival, it was verrrrrry hot. We got taylors caracature done which looked absolutely nothing like him, i think i could've done a better job.(But we felt bad because nobody visited the artists "booth" the entire time we were there so we said what the hey poor guy). There was a crap load of jewelery (needless to say i wanted it all) and other neat things. What else?... i went to the mall during the crazy storm and I think i stayed like 20 minutes because I carried Taylor the whole time and it was packed and annoying. Then when i got home i gave tay din din and then sleep he went....or so i thought until my brother Rob came to visit with his baby and they woke Taylor up.. bah. Scott got home a little later and stayed while i went to Target. Target is my favorite store EVER, i wish i couldve stayed longer but Taylor gets cranky at night if im not around so i grabbed what i needed and on i went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6598953088373202853-7961269486866032806?l=tatorsmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7961269486866032806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6598953088373202853&amp;postID=7961269486866032806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7961269486866032806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6598953088373202853/posts/default/7961269486866032806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatorsmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-post.html' title='My first post...'/><author><name>Taylors Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427447152285542255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHnTzi4tKeE/S-n0VezmhWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gw9g6Ztk-Uk/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
