<?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-913925476904690446</id><updated>2012-01-11T22:55:36.762-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Charlotte'/><category term='Leeville'/><category term='Audubon Zoo'/><category term='Wicca'/><category term='Black and Gold Shop'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Dakota'/><category term='Tag You&apos;re It'/><category term='Washington Redskins'/><category term='Corpus Christi'/><category term='Family Dysfunction'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Aloha Friday'/><category term='The Bachelorette'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Jeremy Shockey'/><category term='Louisiana'/><category term='Give - Aways'/><category term='Fleur-de-lis'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Little Twins'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='350 Challenge'/><category term='Dumb Responses'/><category term='past'/><category term='milestone post'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Book reviews'/><category term='birth story'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Vampires'/><category term='Christopher'/><category term='Tattoos'/><category term='Cheyenne'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Accounting'/><category term='Aidyn'/><category term='Crystina'/><category term='Metairie'/><category term='Vanishing Twin Syndrome'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='ICP'/><category term='college'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='Ashleigh Rose'/><category term='Thursday 13'/><category term='Mardi Gras'/><category term='Alexis Marie'/><category term='Audubon Aquarium'/><category term='Miscarriage'/><category term='Daddy&apos;s Girls'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='What I have learned'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Haircuts'/><category term='GPS'/><category term='Goodbyes'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='home school'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Domestic Abuse'/><category term='QOTW'/><category term='Chris Brown'/><category term='birth announcement'/><category term='hospital stay'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Dumb Questions'/><category term='Traditions'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Family'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='News Headlines'/><category term='Then and Now'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='10 on Tuesday'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='anemia'/><category term='The Bachelor'/><category term='The Blind Side'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='doctor appointments'/><category term='Big Twins'/><category term='Multiples and More'/><category term='Carolyn'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Washington DC'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='Fox News'/><category term='update'/><category term='Lowes Build and Grow Clinic'/><category term='Ultimate Blog Party 2009'/><category term='Rhianna'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='random ramblings'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='University of Miami'/><category term='Grand Isle'/><category term='Blogathons'/><category term='OctoMom'/><category term='random'/><category term='Chuck E. Cheese'/><category term='St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Swarmer Academy'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Twilight Saga'/><category term='Phone'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Nadya Suleman'/><category term='Caitlyn'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Huh?'/><category term='Courtney'/><category term='New Orleans Saints'/><category term='CNN'/><category term='Ultimate Blog Party 2010'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Mommy Moments'/><category term='Connor'/><category term='100 things'/><category term='Football'/><category term='The Church of the Holy Innocents'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Italian Bella Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>A look into the wild and crazy life of an Italian bella in the Bayou.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2275127437274505705</id><published>2010-04-25T05:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:32:05.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Blind Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give - Aways'/><title type='text'>The Blind Side Review and Give - Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/MOVIES/?action=view&amp;amp;current=the-blind-side-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/MOVIES/the-blind-side-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love football. I am one of those unique women that lives for football and follows football year round. So, naturally I bought The Blind Side the day it was released on DVD. I absolutely love this movie. Not just because it deals with football, but the whole story. The basic plot is the story of Michael Oher, a homeless and traumatized boy who became an All American football player and first round NFL draft pick with the help of a caring woman and her family (the Tuohy’s). It stars Sandra Bullock as Leigh Anne Tuohy, Tim McGraw as Sam Tuohy and Quinton Aaron as Michael Oher. I give this movie an A+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about this movie visit &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blind_Side_(film)"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I followed the 2010 NFL draft and now that it’s over, I want to do a give-away in honor of it. This is my very first give-away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am giving away one copy of The Blind Side in either DVD or Blu – Ray format to one of my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter, leave me a comment and tell me which Sandra Bullock movie is your favorite (besides The Blind Side). Also be sure to leave in your comment if you prefer the DVD or blu-ray disc. &lt;strong&gt;This is required and must be done before the extra entries count!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTRA ENTRIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do any of these things for an extra entry. Make sure to leave a separate comment for &lt;strong&gt;EACH&lt;/strong&gt; thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Subscribe to my blog via email (see top of sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Blog about this giveaway. Be sure to link back to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Follow on twitter and tweet about this giveaway. &lt;strong&gt;You can Tweet once a day for an extra entry every day!&lt;/strong&gt; (Come back each day and leave a comment) You can copy and paste: &lt;strong&gt;WIN a copy of The Blind Side (approx. $20 RV) @itlnblladiaries http://bit.ly/bBQKVP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Follow my blog publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Become a fan of The Italian Bella Diaries on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Italian-Bella-Diaries/113553981997156?ref=sgm"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contest ends at 11:59pm CST on May 16th when I will draw a winner at random. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; leave your email address if it is not visible on your profile. I will notify the winner via email and they will have 48 hours to respond! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; ** Please note that I have received no monetary compensation for my review or give-away. ** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2275127437274505705?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2275127437274505705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2275127437274505705&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2275127437274505705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2275127437274505705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/blind-side-review-and-give-away.html' title='The Blind Side Review and Give - Away'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/MOVIES/th_the-blind-side-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2123166020860612381</id><published>2010-04-23T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:46:10.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Shockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Connor -- 8 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today my sweet boy is 8 weeks old. Monday will be 2 months. He is growing so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/8%20WEEKS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS042310a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/8%20WEEKS/CJS042310a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/8%20WEEKS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS042310c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/8%20WEEKS/CJS042310c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2123166020860612381?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2123166020860612381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2123166020860612381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2123166020860612381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2123166020860612381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/connor-8-weeks.html' title='Connor -- 8 weeks'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-4719510951745509122</id><published>2010-04-23T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T05:14:55.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><title type='text'>Mommy Moments -- The Color RED</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommy1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to search back for some RED photos as well. Apparently that is not one of my favorite colors either. Hmmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, here are my red photos for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kids bouncing in a RED moon bounce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/DSCF0186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Charlotte wearing RED clothes (playing in the sprinklers. LOL) - Age 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/DSCF0190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tina wearing her RED shirt, modeling her &lt;a href="http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lava-lamps.html"&gt;Lava Bottle&lt;/a&gt; - Age 11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/DSCF0256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Connor in his car seat which has a RED button - Age 6 weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/DSCF0476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Twins Cheyenne and Courtney wearing RED - Age 3 months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_190fe660650364480012ba0887252853.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_190fe660650364480012ba0887252853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My cup from &lt;a href="http://www.daiquirisandcompany.com/"&gt;Daiquiris and Company&lt;/a&gt; with RED writing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_1cde2752bdcc425d82593dc603c3ec22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_1cde2752bdcc425d82593dc603c3ec22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rougarou"&gt;Rougarou&lt;/a&gt;, an old French legend in Louisiana. The "monster" is red. Replica is at the &lt;a href="http://www.auduboninstitute.org/"&gt;Audubon Zoo&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_47e1c2c1d47a496fa1b20d4996e75e40.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_47e1c2c1d47a496fa1b20d4996e75e40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.riverwalkmarketplace.com/directory"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans. The letters are RED.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_7de710730afe4d75a08ae03e732d89f0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_7de710730afe4d75a08ae03e732d89f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carolyn with RED apples - Age 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_8c5aa2b04db4c3911a8b133066b0793d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_8c5aa2b04db4c3911a8b133066b0793d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Caitlyn unwrapping a RED present - Age 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_8fcf8e267d29ece517d856b6149a850c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_8fcf8e267d29ece517d856b6149a850c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raisingcanes.com/"&gt;Raising Cane's&lt;/a&gt;, the most awesome chicken place ever, which has a RED sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_b454fb4d6cb4428eaf966947a9d44780.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/RED/l_b454fb4d6cb4428eaf966947a9d44780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't forget to join us over at &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/"&gt;The Mommy Journey&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/2009/07/mommy-moments-buttons.html"&gt;Mommy Moments&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-4719510951745509122?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4719510951745509122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=4719510951745509122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4719510951745509122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4719510951745509122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/mommy-moments-color-red.html' title='Mommy Moments -- The Color RED'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-9012973026785691201</id><published>2010-04-22T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:53:04.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Isle'/><title type='text'>FUN IN THE SUN.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please note that this post is full of pictures. Like 30 of them, so give it some time to load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris had today off so we went to Grand Isle (Gulf of Mexico). We had gone on &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppity-hop-hop.html"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/a&gt; and the kids had loads of fun looking for sea shells. Well, we decided to buy them each a bucket and let them have at it. We spent maybe 3 hours out there, had tons of fun, and even learned some stuff (I will be posting that on my home school blog soon). I couldn't choose just a few pictures to post, so I chose 30+ of them. I apologize for this. However, I love to take pictures of my kids! With that being said, besides Connor (because let's face it, babies are irresistible models), Courtney is one of my favorites to photograph. She has the innocent look to her, still.... So, there are quite a few of her in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GRANDISLESIGN.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/GRANDISLESIGN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All the kids walking in the sand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oil rig, courtesy of off-shore drilling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chris and Cheyenne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chris and Courtney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chris and Connor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tina drew her name in the sand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me and Connor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Connor's name - first one by Tina, the second by Carly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Connor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheyenne and Courtney hugging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Charlotte and Caitlyn hugging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0081.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I told Carly to give Tina a hug. Tina took off running. Carly was in pursuit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It ended with a sister group hug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I told the kids to hug Daddy. Only 3 went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Courtney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheyenne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Courtney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheyenne loves to chase birds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me and Courtney:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Who did it?" (Charlotte and Caitlyn):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other kids went walking down the shoreline to get their float or sink experiment out of the water. Courtney was left behind and looked dejected:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CSx9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tina's "castle" she made (decorated by Charlotte and Caitlyn):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carly's "castle" she made:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/GRAND%20ISLE/4-22-10/DSCF0143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-9012973026785691201?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9012973026785691201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=9012973026785691201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9012973026785691201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9012973026785691201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-in-sun.html' title='FUN IN THE SUN.......'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-4631591737608741387</id><published>2010-04-20T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:33:56.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I have learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>What I Learned This Week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this totally random meme is a wonderful thing. A wonderful mommy blogger I have been following for awhile now -- &lt;a href="http://www.frominmatestoplaydates.com/"&gt;Julie from From Inmates to Playdates&lt;/a&gt; -- hosts this on her blog. Anyways, I kinda digressed a bit to give her a shout-out, but I think this meme was a wonderful idea because hey, you learn at least one new thing a day. Why not share it with the world.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, what have I learned this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 ~ Well, I learned that auditing is not for me. So, when I finish my degrees and begin working and my boss tries to assign me to an audit file, I will probably quit on the spot. I - WANT - NO - PART - OF - IT! And to elaborate a little more on this, I have learned that I am incapable of having a fraudulent thought. I could not for the life of me figure out how Netflix could fix the books for a financial gain. Hmmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 ~ I learned that the &lt;a href="http://www.kfc.com/doubledown/"&gt;KFC Double Down Sandwich&lt;/a&gt; is not worth a repeat purchase. I know, I know.... It was bad for me anyway, but I just had to try it. And although it was edible and didn't taste that bad, it is just not something I will buy again. Thanks for the thought, Colonel, but I'll just stick with my regular grilled meal. Thanks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 ~ I learned that your "friends" aren't always your friends. I have made it a point not to speak to a group of friends in almost 3 weeks. 3 weeks people! And do you know how many of them have bothered to see if anything was wrong? Not a one. Sounds petty, but hey, if they aren't my friends then I am not missing anything by not talking to them, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4 ~ I have learned that no matter what your stance in a disagreement is, that your friends will make you choose between them. And I have also learned that if you choose to remain neutral, then they will choose sides for you. It's kind of depressing, but I learned this little gem last night. Want to know how? I went to leave them a comment on facebook and found out that I was no longer on their friends list. Hmmmm...... sure..... okay. Kind of reminds me of a page I became a fan of the other day -- &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Youre-angry-at-me-for-that-Thats-cool-just-let-me-know-when-you-grow-up/110593388967873?ref=ts"&gt;You're angry at me for that? That's cool,just let me know when you grow up!&lt;/a&gt; I mean I haven't done anything to you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5 ~ I have learned that it is perfectly acceptable for a grown sports broadcaster to announce on national television that "He (the basketball player) got hit in the grill." Really?? In his grill..... what happened to "mouth"? Leave the grill for street talk. Those poor old folk who were watching were probably confused.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6 ~ I have learned that the more kids you have, the less you will sleep. I know, many of you may already know this, but I can hope. It seems that at least one of my kids is always up needing something......... Oh, to sleep again........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7 ~ I have learned that I need to trade in some parent reward points for a copy of "How to survive living with a pre-teen girl." Any suggestions????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be sure to check back next Tuesday to see what I have learned this week......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And be sure to check Julie's blog - &lt;a href="http://www.frominmatestoplaydates.com/"&gt;From Inmates to Playdates&lt;/a&gt; - to see what others have learned this past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-4631591737608741387?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4631591737608741387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=4631591737608741387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4631591737608741387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4631591737608741387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-learned-this-week.html' title='What I Learned This Week....'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-525033521939770685</id><published>2010-04-18T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T05:33:48.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiples and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOTW'/><title type='text'>QOTW - Leashes: For Kids or Dogs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/QOTW-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about child harnesses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=child_leash_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/child_leash_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Do you use them? Why or why not?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No, I have NEVER used a child harness with any of my children. I kinda feel it treats them like a dog or other animal. And that is not my intentions as a mother at all. When it was just my one child, if she wasn't in a stroller, she held my hand. When baby #2 came along, I let my oldest "help" me push the stroller. Then each one held one of my hands. When Twins #1, came through, I let my second help push the stroller while my oldest (then 7/8 year old walk beside me). Now, you would think that when Twins #2 came, I would need leashes. Nope... At first we had another double stroller. My oldest always helped me (she was 9/10 when they were born and an infant). Then we moved them to single umbrella strollers. Set up was still easy. I pushed one and sometimes let my second push it. And my oldest pushed the other. The older twins usually held my hands (or the stroller handles if I was pushing). I have just never felt the NEED to use a leash. Besides, in my opinion, I think it looks rather silly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■How do your kids react to them? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well, I don't use them so they don' react much to them.They giggle when they see them on another child.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Do you think they are an example of laziness, or simply concern over your child's safety?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can see where technically it could be both. It really depends on the parent/child. Some parents are just too "busy" to keep up with their child so they use a leash. Some parents just find it simpler for their lifestyle. To each their own....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■If you are against them, do you think it's more acceptable for a parent of multiples to use them? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am not for them or against them. I personally would never use them. I personally think it is embarrassing (for the child) and silly looking. But, another parent may find them needed in their life, so if its what they need then by all means -- whether you have 1 kid or multiples.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Do you think negatively of other parents that use them?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No.We all parent differently. What may work for you doesn't necessarily mean it will work for me. As I said earlier - To each their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to stop by &lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/multiples-and-more-qotw-child-leashes.html"&gt;Multiples and More&lt;/a&gt; and see what how other great moms of multiples feel about child leashes/harnesses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-525033521939770685?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/525033521939770685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=525033521939770685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/525033521939770685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/525033521939770685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/qotw-leashes-for-kids-or-dogs.html' title='QOTW - Leashes: For Kids or Dogs?'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/th_QOTW-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8883379794465984109</id><published>2010-04-16T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:26:35.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><title type='text'>Little Man is 7 weeks old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, today my little man turned 7 weeks old. Seven weeks?!?!? Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday I was up here updating about a pre-natal appointment! He went through a little episode earlier in the week where he wouldn't eat -- at all. I was so concerned. So, first I tried a little pedialyte. He wouldn't even drink that. So, out of desperation, I tried a different bottle nipple. Guess what? He drank not only the 2 oz. of pedialyte I had in the bottle but 10 oz. of milk. Little booger has decided that he preferred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/misc/replacement-20nippl.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this nipple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/misc/41kipl3odtl-sl500-aa300.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this nipple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; when for the last 6 weeks, it had been reversed. He's a pudgy little thing, but still short. His 0-3 months clothes are a tad tight around the waist. He can wear 3-6 months shirts with no problems. But, 3-6 months pants are way too long! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, here he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/7%20WEEKS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS041610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/7%20WEEKS/CJS041610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/7%20WEEKS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS041610c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/7%20WEEKS/CJS041610c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8883379794465984109?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8883379794465984109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8883379794465984109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8883379794465984109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8883379794465984109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-man-is-7-weeks-old.html' title='Little Man is 7 weeks old!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8538432528486934583</id><published>2010-04-16T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:31:50.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Mommy Moments -- Yellow???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommy5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While looking for pictures in this week's theme -- the color yellow -- I have learned something about myself. I have learned that I do not care for the color yellow... at all! I had to search back in old photos just to locate one picture of each child in or with something yellow. So, here goes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First, we have Tina sliding down a YELLOW slide. (Taken in 2008 -- Age 10)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TinaYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/TinaYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next, Carly sliding down the YELLOW slide. (Taken in 2008 -- Age 5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CarlyYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/CarlyYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Caitlyn, in her beautiful YELLOW Easter dress. (Taken in 2010 -- Age 4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CaitlynYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/CaitlynYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Charlotte, in her YELLOW jacket. (Taken in 2007 -- Age 2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CharlotteYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/CharlotteYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheyenne, in her YELLOW shirt. (Taken in 2007 -- Age - a few months)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CheyenneYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/CheyenneYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Courtney, with her YELLOW Easter basket. (Taken in 2010 - Age 2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CourtneyYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/CourtneyYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Connor, with his YELLOW Fleur-Di-Lis on his shirt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Taken in March 2010 -- Age 1 month)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ConnorYellow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/MM%20--%20YELLOW/ConnorYellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't forget to join us over at &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/"&gt;The Mommy Journey&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments"&gt;Mommy Moments&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8538432528486934583?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8538432528486934583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8538432528486934583&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8538432528486934583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8538432528486934583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/mommy-moments-yellow.html' title='Mommy Moments -- Yellow???'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2980563746209799025</id><published>2010-04-15T15:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:44:06.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Shockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Miami'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT THE U -- Yes, it really is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b_hurricanes_OD14.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/b_hurricanes_OD14.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I am a LSU girl. I love them. If I had to choose colleges/universities right now to submit my transfer record to, LSU would be on top of the list (along with Tulane). They are my NCAA team through everything. And all was right in my world when they won the NCAA World Series last year. But......... I want my son to go to the University of Miami (FL). Why? Because they have one of the best NCAA football programs in the country. Sure, their record hasn't been showing it, but look at the football talent that has gone through there. Some of the current NFL players -- Frank Gore, Devin Hester, Darnell Jenkins, Ray Lewis, Willis McGahee, Santana Moss, Sinorice Moss, Clinton Portis, Ed Reed, Glenn Sharpe, Jeremy Shockey, Santonio Thomas, Jonathan Vilma, Reggie Wayne, Kellen Winslow II, among others. Past NFL talent includes, among many others - Bennie Blades, Ken Dorsey, Michael Irvin, Jim Kelly, Jim Otto, Warren Sapp, Vinny Testaverde, and Sean Taylor. Now, why wouldn't I want my son to go through their program? Yes, I am one of those moms who wants their son to be the next football star. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't. But, if it does, you won't find a more proud mama in the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, there is a Hurricane fan in my household -- my husband. He always has been, always will be. So, Miami clothing is normal around here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, I took these pics of Connor just for the hubby. Ok, and the fact that one day I hope he does play college ball there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_14190f87d5839c7ba0362fe350062d05.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/l_14190f87d5839c7ba0362fe350062d05.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJStheU.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/CJStheU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJStheU1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/CJStheU1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJStheU2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/CJStheU2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJStheU3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/THE%20U/CJStheU3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2980563746209799025?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2980563746209799025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2980563746209799025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2980563746209799025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2980563746209799025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-about-u-yes-it-really-is.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT THE U -- Yes, it really is!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-169750971036994794</id><published>2010-04-10T00:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:43:14.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Blog Party 2010'/><title type='text'>ULTIMATE BLOG PARTY 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/19667/ultimate-blog-party-2010/"&gt;&lt;img title="Ultimate Blog Party 2010" alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2010" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/blog_party_banner_horiz.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am SO excited about joining in again this year for the 4th Annual Ultimate Blog Party 2010 over @ &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/"&gt;5 Minutes For Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by my blog. If you are a new visitor, then welcome! If you are a returning visitor, then welcome back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, now its time to introduce you to my crew. And a large one we are......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me and Chris (with Connor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm Crystal. I started this blog back in 2008 just for fun really. I put some of my poems on it, then posted a few of my thoughts. I didn't really get serious about blogging until January 2009. I still don't post as much as I'd like or as much as others do, but I try. I've opened up my life to the world. All I ask for is simple respect back. Now, about me: I am a home schooling (unschooling), non vaxing, non circumcising, non CIO, co sleeping mommy of 7. I have strong beliefs and I will defend them with all I have. I try to stay away from political and religious topics, as they cause lots of friction. However, if an open-minded person asks, I will discuss them. I am a full-time college student studying accounting. I found my home in Louisiana and it truly is the only place I'll call home. I am a football loving woman who will discuss it with you, who will watch games on Sundays and Mondays and who will yell at the TV louder than a man. Naturally, this fact about myself is a huge hit with my husband, as he doesn't have the nagging "Another game?" wife. My team is the New Orleans Saints and was before this season -- I am not, nor will never be a bandwagon fan. They pluck my nerves. I even put myself into pre-labor during the NFC championship (piece of advice -- do not jump out of a chair screaming when you are 35 weeks pregnant!). Enough about me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My association with my husband began 21 years ago when we were 10 years old. It was not a pretty sight. You see, he has this sometimes cocky attitude that existed even back then. He decided to inform me on the bus that he was god and that I should worship him. I decided against that idea, and let him know with a nice punch in the face. Love hurts, I guess. Seven years later we began dating. We still have our ups and downs, but then again, who doesn't? We were engaged a little more than a month after we started dating, had our first child 2 years after we started dating and finally got married when she was 10 months old. Yes, we went backwards......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, I have 7 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before you begin wondering, yes all 7 are OURS. It's rare these days, but we are one of the rare ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our oldest, Tina, will be 12 next month. She 100% has the teenage attitude. It drives me insane. Remember back when you were a pre-teen/teen and your mom would say "I hope you have 10 just like you!"? Well, that curse works!!! Tina is a home schooled 5th/6th grader. I home schooled her in Kindergarten and began home schooling 1st grade. Then I got a job and could not afford day care for 2 kids so I had to put her in public school. They never tested her, just stuck her back in Kindergarten. Then she went into 1st grade the next year. I got fed up with the school system, or apparent lack thereof, and pulled her back out. She has been home schooled ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next is Carly. She will be 8 this fall. She is named after 3 wonderful women -- my Nanny, my maternal grandmother and hubby's maternal grandmother. She is a home schooled 1st grader. She has never attended public school and says she never wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next are my first set of twins. Yes, I said first set. They are Caitie and Charlee (short for Charlotte). They were a huge shock. They will be 5 in the fall. Right now they are home schooled as "pre schoolers". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then comes my second set of twins, Cheyenne and Courtney. They will be 3 in the fall. They are complete opposites. Blonde hair vs brunette; chunky vs skinny; pale vs tan.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, before I move on, yes you have read this correctly. I have written about my 6 beautiful girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My last child just turned 6 weeks. He is a mama's boy 150%. His name is Connor and he has been my little troublemaker from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, there you have who I usually write about in some aspect. You all know I cannot have a boring life when I have a husband and 7 kids ranging from 12 to 6 weeks running around........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I, at one time, participated in several weekly blog events such as Thursday Thirteen, Aloha Friday, Question Of The Week, etc. I have gotten out of that due to my busy life, but plan to return to them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For my new visitors, here are a couple of my favorite blogs I have written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-back-october-19-and-20-2005.html"&gt;Looking Back -- October 19 and 20, 2005 &lt;/a&gt;(Caitie and Charlee's birth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-back-october-10-2007.html"&gt;Looking Back -- October 10, 2007&lt;/a&gt; (Cheyenne and Courtney's birth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-are-all-posts-about-connors-birth.html"&gt;All Blogs About Connor's Grand Entrance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Those are all about the birth of 5 of my 7 children. Tina's will be written next month and Carly's in September. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a few ways you can follow me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You can always follow me through blogger by clicking on the Follow button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/The-Italian-Bella-Diaries/113553981997156?ref=mf"&gt;My facebook fan page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/itlnblladiaries"&gt;My Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also have a home schooling blog that I have not really kept up with like I should have -- &lt;a href="http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Swarmer Academy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Comments are welcomed on any post. I read all comments and visit all visitor's blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**************************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are so many cool prizes to be won at this year's Ultimate Blog Party. I am still narrowing my choices down and will have them posted before the 16th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-169750971036994794?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/169750971036994794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=169750971036994794&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/169750971036994794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/169750971036994794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate-blog-party-2010.html' title='ULTIMATE BLOG PARTY 2010'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/th_DSCF0494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1775487821695934728</id><published>2010-04-09T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:54:35.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><title type='text'>Connor is 6 weeks old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time sure is flying! It has been 6 weeks since my little man was born. He is growing so fast. He eats like a piggie. Really, he does! He ate 15 oz the other night in an hour. And he kept it all down! LOL He usually eats between 6-10 oz every 3-4 hours. I guess he thinks he's a growing boy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS040910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS040910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And look at those little chunky cheeks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS040910d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS040910d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And, for those who may wonder....... I try to dress him in themes. Most of his clothes are football related or "bayou animal" (turtles, alligators, crab, etc) related. He is, after all, my bayou baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1775487821695934728?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1775487821695934728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1775487821695934728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1775487821695934728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1775487821695934728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/connor-is-6-weeks-old.html' title='Connor is 6 weeks old!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS040910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1667882077226383504</id><published>2010-04-04T23:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:38:43.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Hoppity Hop Hop......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our Easter involved 2 things -- the "beach" and an Easter egg hunt! First, we went to the Gulf of Mexico where my intention was to just take pictures of the kids. Well, while walking to the water's edge, I kept seeing amazing seashells. I kept picking them up, so this involved the kids wanting to seashell hunt. I couldn't pick just a few pictures to share so, I'm sharing a bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; The 7 kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris and the Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and the Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, Chris and Connor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Kids "Seashell hunting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sisterly Love" Twins Cheyenne and Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caitlyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crystina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carolyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0505.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courtney again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I liked it so much, I made it black and white too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=232323232fp53373_nu3399_584_52_248_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/232323232fp53373_nu3399_584_52_248_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Gulf of Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afterwards, the kids did an easter egg hunt with some friends. 9 kids + 166 eggs = fun!!! Afterwards, Chris and I sat around the pool with Connor and talked to some friends. The kids played in the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0529.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheyenne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courtney - she was so cute. At first, she didn't understand the whole thing. I would tell her to pick up the egg and put it in her basket and she'd look at me like I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0525.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connor during the egg hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After, he was exhausted!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/DSCF0535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1667882077226383504?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1667882077226383504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1667882077226383504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1667882077226383504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1667882077226383504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppity-hop-hop.html' title='Hoppity Hop Hop......'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/EASTER%202010/th_DSCF0487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6988138355779111911</id><published>2010-04-04T01:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:26:10.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth announcement'/><title type='text'>It All Begins Here.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the corny saying for our hospital......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the city where I live, the hospital has a billboard by the Sam's Club. After you have given birth, you are given a form to fill out giving them permission to put your child's info on the board. You have 30 days to get the form in if you want the info on it. It is then displayed within 3 days and stays on the board for 10 days. I waited so long because my van had been in the shop and I wanted to ensure I was able to see the board and take pictures. So, here is the hospital bulletin board announcing Connor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sign3a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Sign3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sign2a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Sign2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6988138355779111911?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6988138355779111911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6988138355779111911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6988138355779111911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6988138355779111911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-all-begins-here.html' title='It All Begins Here.....'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-916551754421278750</id><published>2010-04-02T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:16:15.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><title type='text'>Connor -- 5 Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS040210axa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS040210axa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connor Jamison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connor turned 5 weeks today. Time is flying by so quickly. But, I didn't expect anything less considering this is my last baby and I want to enjoy the baby years as much as possible. He now eats anywhere from 4-10 oz at a time and anywhere from every 2-4 hours. His size 1 diapers (that he has been wearing since birth) are now too tight around the waist. His 0-3 months clothes are starting to get too small, except for pants. They are too long! So, he's short and chunky! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And here's what I was talking about with his toes. He has the big gap between his big toe and 2nd toe just like me. Poor thing. I was teased relentlessly about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS040210footxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS040210footxa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/april-2010/4210/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-916551754421278750?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/916551754421278750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=916551754421278750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/916551754421278750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/916551754421278750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/connor-5-weeks-old.html' title='Connor -- 5 Weeks Old'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS040210axa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2834422590221028659</id><published>2010-04-02T06:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:29:30.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><title type='text'>Connor -- 1 week until 1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some pictures I have taken of Connor over the last few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Week Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS030510xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS030510xa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS030610bxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS030610bxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 Weeks Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS031210exa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS031210exa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;17 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS031510bxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS031510bxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 Weeks Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS031910bxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS031910bxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;23 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS032110bxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS032110bxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isn't this the truth???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS032110shirtxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS032110shirtxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;25 Days Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS032310axa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS032310axa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 Month Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS032610cxa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS032610cxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2834422590221028659?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2834422590221028659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2834422590221028659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2834422590221028659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2834422590221028659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/connor-1-week-until-1-month.html' title='Connor -- 1 week until 1 month'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS030510xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1670056417854421854</id><published>2010-04-02T05:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:07:44.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>All Blogs About Connor's Grand Entrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are all the posts about Connor's birth and hospital stay (I wrote them on paper in the hospital and have just now gotten to typing them):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/25/10 -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/38-weeks.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38 week appointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/26/10 -- &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/delivery-day.html"&gt;Delivery Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/27/10 -- &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/connor-day-1.html"&gt;Day 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2/28/10 -- &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/connor-day-2.html"&gt;Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/1/10 -- &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/connor-day-3.html"&gt;Day 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/2/10 -- &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/connor-day-4.html"&gt;Day 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3/3/10 -- &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/connor-day-5-coming-home.html"&gt;Coming Home Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1670056417854421854?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1670056417854421854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1670056417854421854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1670056417854421854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1670056417854421854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-are-all-posts-about-connors-birth.html' title='All Blogs About Connor&apos;s Grand Entrance'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1557566227755256355</id><published>2010-03-03T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:04:21.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>Connor -- Day 5 -- Coming Home!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;SUCCESS!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS030310xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS030310xa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connor Jamison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5 days old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, we did it! No more episodes, bilirubin was good. It was still elevated, but good enough to leave. So, we'll be going home this afternoon! Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the pictures I took before we left the hospital, click &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/march-2010/3310/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the pictures the hospital took, click &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/hospital-pics/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. These are copyright of &lt;a href="http://www.our365.com/"&gt;Our 365&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1557566227755256355?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1557566227755256355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1557566227755256355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1557566227755256355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1557566227755256355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/connor-day-5-coming-home.html' title='Connor -- Day 5 -- Coming Home!!!!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS030310xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-5846484673515953747</id><published>2010-03-02T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:30:25.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>Connor -- Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=CJS030210xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS030210xa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connor Jamison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4 days old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up today with the worst feeling ever. I was going to be discharged and my baby was not. I was in tears all morning. I could barely find it in me to even get up and go to the NICU. I was told at 11:45 am that I was not allowed in the NICU at the time because the doctor was making his rounds. For some reason, this quack cannot do anything in front of a parent. Really irked me. Later on, when I went back, the neonatology nurse practitioner came to talk to us. She told me that as long as Connor didn't have another episode with his heart rate and oxygen levels and as long as his bilirubin level was good, he could come home tomorrow. Great! And now, even better - it's policy that baby room with mommy the night before discharge. Yea! I was told I would be able to stay again tonight and have Connor with me! I was informed that his nurse would bring him to me around 7-8 pm and let me know what was going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At 8 pm, his nurse brought him down with a list of instructions (ok, I knew all of this already but I humored her simply because I was excited to have my baby with me!). I was supposed to feed him 2.5 oz every 3 hours and document. I had to change his diaper before every feeding and document what was in it. I had to change his pulse ox reader from one foot to the next at every feeding. He was still hooked up to the monitors overnight, but I didn't care. He was with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pictures: Click &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/march-2010/3210/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-5846484673515953747?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5846484673515953747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=5846484673515953747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5846484673515953747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5846484673515953747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/connor-day-4.html' title='Connor -- Day 4'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS030210xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2389633863842307578</id><published>2010-03-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:30:01.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>Connor -- Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;current=Connor030110xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/Connor030110xa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;Connor Jamison&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;3 days old&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My Glo-Baby&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My doctor came in to check on me this morning. He says that my incision is healing nicely and all else with me is going well. He also said that the NICU doctor told him last night that Connor would probably go home tonight or tomorrow. That cheered me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I called the NICU this morning and was told that Connor had one setback at 7 am of his heart rate and oxygen levels dropping. And his bilirubin level was high. I was told it would be at least 48 hours before they would consider letting him come home. Tomorrow is my last day here. I have to be discharged tomorrow night. So, I was back to square 1 and upset about leaving my baby boy behind. I went to the NICU to see him and he was in the incubator under the phototherapy lights. I couldn't hold him except to feed him then he had to go right back in. It was so heartbreaking to me.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really hate the doctors in the NICU. They have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;interaction with the parents whatsoever. The nurses are really helpful and will tell you whatever was done that day or charted. But, what if I have a question that they can't answer? What then? Grrrrrr..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2389633863842307578?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2389633863842307578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2389633863842307578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2389633863842307578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2389633863842307578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/connor-day-3.html' title='Connor -- Day 3'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_Connor030110xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-3080503979108064777</id><published>2010-02-28T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:28:29.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>Connor -- Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS022810xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS022810xa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Connor Jamison&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2 days old&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 2 and back to the NICU I go. I could have been released today, but I chose not to. I can technically stay until Tuesday and I will if that's how long they keep Connor. I got to hold him today. He is off the oxygen and GI tube and in a regular nursery crib, just still in the NICU. I was so happy to hold him, finally. And I got to feed him his bottles. I was so overjoyed. Now, to just get him out of the NICU and home.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found out from my doctor that my uterus was about to rupture on Friday. Good thing he bumped me up to Friday over Tuesday. I don't even want to think about what may have happened to me if I had to wait those 4 extra days! I guess that's what "Now" meant. Nice to know. Thank goodness I am done with babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On another note, I am pretty sure that I will be banned from this place after my discharge. Me and one nurse had a little issue. Ok, not so little considering I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out! It happened really early yesterday morning. They took my catheter out Friday night. I was told I had to pee twice in 12 hours, they had to check and make sure I did or I would have to be re-catheterized. Ummmm.... whatever. I went once Saturday morning around 545 am. It was just a little; remember now on Thursday I was told I had a UTI coming. She came in around 6 and told me that I had to pee again before 7 am or she was going to put the catheter back in. So, at 7 I went to the bathroom and guess what -- I couldn't pee. Now, this is really no one's business, but ever since I was about 5 or so, I would go to the bathroom to pee twice or occasionally 3 times a day. That's it (well unless I was preggers). I don't know why and it always infuriated my parents. It actually irritates Chris as well, but hey, its the way I have ALWAYS been. So, the nurse knocked on the door and told me to come on out and she would do my catheter. Whatever -- I don't think so! I just stayed in the bathroom with the door locked. She kept knocking and telling me to come on; I kept not answering. Finally, she said "I'll just tell the doctor you refused the catheter." I said "You do that. I pee twice a day. You missed it this morning." She left. I peed a couple of hours later. She came in when her shift started tonight and said "I guess you proved me wrong." Well, yeah I guess I did. Never saw her the rest of the night. She was my nurse for the night, but she sent another one in with my meds. Teehee.... don't mess with the hormonal post-partum mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, here's to hoping that little man is able to come out of NICU soon!! I miss not having my baby with me in the hospital room. I hate the feeling of knowing that he's not in me anymore and he's not with me either.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/february-2010/22810/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the one other picture from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3080503979108064777?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3080503979108064777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=3080503979108064777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3080503979108064777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3080503979108064777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/connor-day-2.html' title='Connor -- Day 2'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS022810xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6905329811080707849</id><published>2010-02-27T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:07:11.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>Connor -- Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS022710xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS022710xa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Connor Jamison&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;1 day old&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Connor is 1 day old today. I still have not held him. I went to the NICU today to sit with him. They are now feeding him formula through a GI tube. Hmmmm..... whatever happened to mommy milk? No one has bothered to discuss this with me. Later in the evening they decided to bring me a breast pump. Thanks....... should've been doing this since yesterday right? Chris came to visit and see Connor. It's really no fun to just sit there and stare at him. I want to hold my son! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more pictures, just different angles click &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ConnorJamison/february-2010/22710/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6905329811080707849?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6905329811080707849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6905329811080707849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6905329811080707849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6905329811080707849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/connor-day-1.html' title='Connor -- Day 1'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS022710xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-5162263292342449975</id><published>2010-02-26T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:01:48.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital stay'/><title type='text'>Delivery Day!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got to the hospital at 5 am and went into my "delivery waiting room". They put the monitors on me, started my IV and did my catheter (have I ever mentioned how bad that procedure hurts?!?!?). I laid there waiting..... I got nauseous once and I still have no idea why. At 7 am the nurse came in to tell me that I was the next one to go (I was #3 out of 4) and explain the procedure to us (ok.......). They came in to get me around 730 am to take me to the OR to get my spinal and then would let Chris in and do the c-section. It took them almost 30 minutes to do my spinal! Now, me + big needle + my spine = tense. So, to keep me from tensing up the nurses were attempting a conversation with me. Of course, they start with the most frequent question - "Is this your first?" I said no and another nurse made the comment that this was my 7th. The first nurse responded with "Wow! You must be Catholic!" WTF? I simply replied "Why, yes I am!" (I was baptized Catholic and attended a Catholic church for the first 15 years of my life). So, 30 minutes, 2 anesthesiologists and 1 stupid comment later, I am finally laying on the table ready to go. But, wait.... I could still feel my feet. I racked my brain trying to remember if I could feel my feet with my last c-section. I couldn't remember. I saw the doctor walk towards me and say he was getting to start. No!!! I can still feel my feet! The anesthesiologist asked if I could feel where the doctor just cut. No... Wait, you can't cut yet! Where's Chris..... The nurse assures me that he is on his way in. The doctor says Now. I'm thinking to myself, "Oh God, what? What does now mean? Where's Chris? Hey, I can't feel my feet anymore. But, where's my husband?" Then I hear, "That's a big baby!" I hear him cry and then Chris appears. Chris tells me that the baby has my feet (I have really strange looking feet... Poor kid). I was also getting a tubal, so there was quite a bit of time I just laid there while they took care of that part. I remember the nurse bringing Connor over and asking us what name had we chosen. Chris told her Connor and she said "Say hello to Connor." That was one of the happiest moments of my life (and obviously I have had several!). He looked so sweet and adorable. I immediately noticed the cleft in the chin, just like Chris. Chris held him while I rubbed his little cheek. Then the nurse came to take him and Chris said it was because he was breathing heavy. They finished up my tubal and "put me back together". I don't remember much; I was going in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They took me back to my "waiting room". Around 10 am the neonatologist came in and said that they were concerned about Connor's breathing and were putting him in the NICU. He assured me that it was just for observation and that he required no oxygen or such. Then it came time for Chris to leave and get back to the girls. I was left all alone. They finally moved me to my post-partum room. I asked about Connor and when I could see him. The nurse told me that if I could get up and stand up without feeling faint or light-headed, that she could wheel me down to the NICU right then. So, I did it. I got out of that bed, by myself and stood up alone. It hurt like hell, but I did it! I went to see my son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I got to the NICU, I did not see what I was told. My son was laying there in the bed with a nasal cannula and a GI tube. The nurse told me that the tube was to remove fluid from his stomach. He was also connected to an IV. I was told that he was also on antibiotics because they believed he got an infection from me (they rattled off a bunch of possible ones. The doctor did tell me on Thursday that I had another UTI starting and that was one they said it could be from). I sat in my wheel chair (still had my catheter) and touched his arm. This was one of the worst moments of my life. I went back to my room, feeling 110% miserable. My baby wouldn't be in there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CJS022610xa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/CJS022610xa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Connor Jamison S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2/26/2010 @ 817 am&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;8 lbs, 10 oz. 19.25" long&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-5162263292342449975?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5162263292342449975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=5162263292342449975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5162263292342449975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5162263292342449975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/delivery-day.html' title='Delivery Day!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_CJS022610xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6745440376644401744</id><published>2010-02-25T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:36:09.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>38 Weeks.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went in for an appointment today. It was supposed to be just for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt;. (Let me insert here that I had been given a c-section date of March 2). I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; and it showed the contractions I was having. However, I was feeling them in my back rather than in my abdomen. The doctor came in to see me and decided that due to the contractions and my suddenly high blood pressure (although that may have been from my frustration with the cab company I was using!), we would do the c-section tomorrow morning rather than wait until Tuesday. I had another ultrasound as well to do fluid check and growth scan. They estimated his weight to be between 7#, 8 oz and 7#, 11 oz. I was instructed to go to the hospital for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; that afternoon and then to be back at the Women's Center at 5 am for the c-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6745440376644401744?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6745440376644401744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6745440376644401744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6745440376644401744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6745440376644401744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks.....'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7742451692949218533</id><published>2010-02-05T02:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:23:41.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>35 Week Appointment, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said on Tuesday, they wanted to see me again today for a growth scan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; and general appointment. I got there a little early and had to, of course, sit around and wait. They finally decided to take me back and start doing something, anything to move time along. So, first they did my weight. It was the same as Tuesday, no change. I still have a slight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;, but it's looking better. Then they hooked me up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; monitor and I got so nauseous. I have no idea why, but I couldn't find a way to lay without wanting to hurl. Plus, I was having trouble catching my breath. They made me lay there for 30 minutes like that. A couple times I had the uterine activity number up to 100 just shifting and trying to sit up. I have no clue how they got an accurate reading. Then they sent me back to the ultrasound room. I did get a few pictures, but can't scan them until I get my computer back (the one the scanner is loaded on). I know I got one of his nose and that's only because she labelled it. There is one of his arm and his hand balled into a fist. And one of his foot. As for the others, your guess is as good as mine! They approximate his weight to be 6 lbs, 6 oz. He is measuring around 38-39 weeks in size. Then I went back into the exam room. The doctor came in and started talking to me. he said that I seem to have more fluid than normal, but that it wasn't a problem. He said the baby was now head down and hopefully would stay that way. Why? I'm having a repeat c-section and it should already be scheduled by now. Then he said by mid-March I should have a baby. No, I should be having it sooner since my due date is actually March 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! I really didn't feel good from nauseousness, so I didn't argue. However, I will be bringing these things up at my next appointment. It's like he never read my chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I go back on Tuesday for another appointment (exam) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As soon as I get my laptop back and scan the ultrasounds, I'll be posting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7742451692949218533?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7742451692949218533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7742451692949218533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7742451692949218533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7742451692949218533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/35-week-appointment-part-2.html' title='35 Week Appointment, Part 2'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-9108576163445805055</id><published>2010-02-02T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:07:20.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>35 Week Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it was actually 34 weeks, 6 days. But, who's counting? I got there about half an hour early and they took me back 15 minutes earlier than my appointment time. Surprising.... My weight was 208 which was 2 lbs less than last week. Now, me and Chris have been having this debate because honestly I have never been over 200 lbs in my life; not even when I was pregnant with twins. He told me I would eventually get to that point. However, I reminded him that *my* weight was still technically under 200 lbs once you add in Connor's weight and the weight of the placenta, fluid and other pregnancy things. So, ha. They never tell me numbers when they do things, but anyways -- I had protein in my urine, elevated blood pressure and swollen ankles. So, of course, they are thinking &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pre-eclampsia"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eclampsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; as well. It showed Connor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt; to be around 140 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bpm&lt;/span&gt;. It also showed several contractions within a 10 minute period. Not strong contractions, but enough to have them worried. I told her (the midwife) that I don't feel pain with them, my back doesn't hurt (normally doesn't until my water breaks) and there has been no bleeding, loss of fluid or plug discharge. So, she decided that I needed a cervical exam. Oh, fun..... so she did that and I am 2 cm dilated but 0% effaced (thankfully). I also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt; and she prescribed antibiotics for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I go back on Thursday (2 days) for an ultrasound, another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; and to check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-9108576163445805055?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9108576163445805055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=9108576163445805055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9108576163445805055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9108576163445805055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/02/35-week-appointment.html' title='35 Week Appointment'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-3099223867462798331</id><published>2010-01-31T04:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:19:27.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Dysfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><title type='text'>Mommie Dearest......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I will willingly say that I was the product of two people who should have never been allowed to reproduce. Yes, that means I wouldn't be here, but you know what - the truth is the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, my dad will openly admit he made mistakes. He will admit that he was no where near being the perfect father or parent for that matter. But, my mother. Wow..... To hear her talk, she was the almighty perfect mother and I was just the lousy kid she got stuck with. But, in reality that was the furthest from the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, before I go on, let me clear the air a bit. Yes, I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt; growing up. No, I was not beaten or sexually abused. Please note, that I have not denied being mentally/emotionally abused. We all have our skeletons, some are just much worse than others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, here is a picture of my mom on Christmas 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=17462_1187111920054_1295977831_3044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/17462_1187111920054_1295977831_3044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is her, her current boyfriend and his granddaughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, this picture upsets me. I lived in my home state all my life, up until January 2009. I had 6 children of my own at that point. Do you know how many pictures I have of my mother and any of my children together? One. Yes, one. And in all honesty, I really don't know where its located. It was of her holding my oldest daughter at my wedding. And that's it. The only photo I have of her with one of my children -- her grandchildren. And believe me, she wasn't smiling in that one. It just irks my nerves that she puts her man's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kid&lt;/span&gt; above her own grandchildren. And on top of that, this little girl is a few weeks younger than my 2005 twins. And, I always have to hear about how she is such a genius and was talking before them and what she knows that mine doesn't. Who cares? My children &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; smart. Sorry if they don't develop on the same level as someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; kid. Oh, I could go on and on and on about this; but I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And you want to know the worst part if it all? She doesn't even call my kids her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. She calls them "My daughter's kids. I'm &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;grandma!" She has them call her Ms. Tricia or Mama's Mama. What is that crap? When the twins were born in 2007, I had their birth announcement put in the local paper. She came and cussed me out for putting them as her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;...... well THEY ARE! Besides we lived in a small town. Everyone knew before I left the hospital that she had 2 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;! I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3099223867462798331?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3099223867462798331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=3099223867462798331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3099223867462798331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3099223867462798331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommie-dearest.html' title='Mommie Dearest......'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/th_17462_1187111920054_1295977831_3044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-9178041011891352883</id><published>2010-01-27T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:03:45.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>34 Week Pregnancy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been awhile since I last updated on my pregnancy. Well, today I am 34 weeks along with Connor. I also had my 34 week appointment. I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; (non-stress test) and that went well. I also had a growth scan. Connor is breech, but makes no difference since I am having a C-section. He is measuring about a week or 2 ahead. They approximate his weight to be almost 6 pounds. All other stats on us were good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I go back next week for my 35 week appointment and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here are the two pics I got from the scan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The arrow is pointing at his hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34weeks1a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/34weeks1a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His ear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34weeks2a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/34weeks2a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The more she tried to look at him, the more he tried to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-9178041011891352883?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9178041011891352883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=9178041011891352883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9178041011891352883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9178041011891352883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/34-week-pregnancy-update.html' title='34 Week Pregnancy Update'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_34weeks1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1622817647725883039</id><published>2010-01-24T12:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:55:43.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiples and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>QOTW: How I Chose the Twins' Names.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/QOTW-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twins, Part 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;These are 4 year-old twin girls named Caitlyn Renee and Charlotte Alayna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you stick with family names?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For these 2, not really. Charlotte was named for my granddaddy, Charles, who had passed away the year before. I was an absolute Granddaddy's girl, so I felt like I needed to honor him in my life. Charlotte's middle name was for "Alan". Alan was my husband's youth bowling coach and a huge influence in our lives. Alan also had a son named John Alan who was a few years younger than my hubby. They had been friends pretty much their entire youth. He was killed in an auto accident in 2000, so we used Alayna as a way to honor the 2 Alans. Caitlyn was a "C" name we could agree on. At the time I was pregnant, we said that these 2 were going to be our last 2. Picking out a 4th C name wouldn't have been such a big deal to me if it wasn't for the fact our oldest 2 also had C names. We got to thinking, "Either this baby will thing its an odd ball and that's why we didn't give it a C name or the other kids will think this is the special kid and got a special name." So, we settled on Caitlyn and after much debate, I told hubby to just pick a darn middle name. So, we got Renee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about "matchy" names?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is completely up to the parents. Who am I to judge? I had considered naming these 2 Arabella and Isabella. LOL But, I wanted to honor my granddaddy more so I went in a different direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you worry about their names "coordinating?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not really. As long as they sounded good as a whole, it didn't matter to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you name your babies before you met them, or wait until you saw them to assign names?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Baby B was the first one that we found out the gender on. She became Charlotte. Weeks later we found out girl for Baby A and she became Caitlyn. We got Charlotte's name dead on! It means "womanly" and she is pure prissy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were your second choices?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For boys, Charles Alan and Christopher John (or Christopher Michael, Jr). If it had been boy/girl twins we would have had Christopher (Michael Jr or John) and Charlotte Alayna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you consider the popularity of a name as a deciding factor?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nope. I have no idea where these names are on popularity for 2005. Ok, I went and looked it up just because I have a curious mind. And, well since you asked, I wanted to know! In 2005, Charlotte was ranked #97 according to &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_100-most-popular-baby-names-of-2005_1459677.bc"&gt;Baby Center&lt;/a&gt;. Caitlyn (or Caitlin) was not on the top 100 at all. According to &lt;a href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/home/index.jhtml"&gt;Nickelodeon's Parent Connect&lt;/a&gt;, Caitlyn was 182 and Charlotte was 134 for 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Twins, Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;These are 2 year-old twin girls named Cheyenne Elyzabeth and Courtney Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you stick with family names?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope. Not really at all. Chris actually named these 2. I had chosen an A and B name for them if they were girls. He decided that no, we had begun the C tradition (our names are Chris and Crystal and our 4 oldest children are also C's) that we were going to continue the tradition. He had originally chosen Cheyenne and Courtney, but we had no middle names chosen yet. One day he came home and said Cheyenne Michelle and Courtney Elizabeth? I said to change them to Cheyenne Elyzabeth and Courtney Michelle and he said ok. My older sister's name is actually Elizabeth, although it never crossed my mind when I was thinking of names. I changed the spelling, because honestly, I like odd spellings. Michelle is a variation of Michael, which is hubby's middle name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about "matchy" names?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See above for Twins 1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you worry about their names "coordinating?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again see answer for Twins 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you name your babies before you met them, or wait until you saw them to assign names? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were given their names prior to birth.I can't find a meaning of Courtney that I understand. LOL For Cheyenne, all I found was "brave warrior". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were your second choices?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For boys, Christopher John and Charles Alan. For boy/girl twins Charles Alan and Cheyenne Elyzabeth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you consider the popularity of a name as a deciding factor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope. Again I looked it up and according to &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_100-most-popular-baby-names-of-2007_3637303.bc"&gt;Baby Center&lt;/a&gt;, neither name was on the Top 100 for 2007. According to &lt;a href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/home/index.jhtml"&gt;Nickelodeon's Parent Connect&lt;/a&gt;, Cheyenne was 148 and Courtney was 233 for 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't forget to stop by &lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Multiples and More&lt;/a&gt; and see what how other great moms of multiples chose their multiples names!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1622817647725883039?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1622817647725883039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1622817647725883039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1622817647725883039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1622817647725883039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/twins-part-1-these-are-4-year-old-twin.html' title='QOTW: How I Chose the Twins&apos; Names.....'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/th_QOTW-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2897206653345245034</id><published>2010-01-24T04:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:30:01.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheyenne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Common Twin Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.twin-spiration.com/2010/01/commonly-asked-twin-questions.html"&gt;Twin-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who got it from &lt;a href="http://simplyblessedwithchaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/random.html"&gt;Simply Blessed with Chaos&lt;/a&gt;. I figured these are questions many people have for me when they find out that I am a mother to not one, but two sets of twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt; are 4- year- old twin girls (identical? we don't know and don't care about right now). Cheyenne and Courtney are 2- year- old twin girls; very obviously fraternal twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Do they have a special 'twin' language?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   A: Yes. Both sets have their own language. I do not understand it, nor am I going to try. They communicate with me in English and each other in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;twinspeak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Does one cry when the other gets hurt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A: Nope. As a matter of fact, and this goes for both sets, the other twin tries to "mother" the one that got hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Do the girls share a room/crib/bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A: Yes, they share a room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Charlotte still share a bed. They prefer it that way and that is how it stays. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter if I lay them down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;separately&lt;/span&gt; or not, they will end up together touching hands. As for Cheyenne and Courtney, they do not share a bed. Cheyenne prefers to sleep with me and Courtney prefers to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Can I tell them apart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A: Yes, I can. I can tell Charlotte and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; apart by face. From the back, I haven't got a clue if they are dressed alike. As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cheyenne&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt;, no one believes they are twins based on how they look to begin with. They look nothing alike; there is no way to confuse them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Why do you (don't you) dress them alike?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;, I do dress alike sometimes. For special occasions or if I see an outfit I really like, I will dress them alike. Otherwise, they choose their own style. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; is a tomboy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; prefers jeans and T-shirts. Charlotte is prissy. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prefers&lt;/span&gt; dresses. As for Cheyenne and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; extremely difficult to dress them alike. Its hard to find 3T and 18 months outfits that are identical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have a favorite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    A: No. This is a dumb question. No real mother chooses one child over another. I love them all equally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Which one is older?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;    A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt; will be complicated to explain when they are a little older. They honestly have different birthdays. They are only 20 minutes apart, but it was around midnight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; was born at 11:42 pm on 10/19 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt; was born at 12:02 am on 10/20. There is only 30 seconds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; Cheyenne and Courtney (born via c-section), so it really makes no difference. However, Cheyenne did come out first so technically she is older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If anyone has any other questions...just ask! It's actually kind of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2897206653345245034?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2897206653345245034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2897206653345245034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2897206653345245034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2897206653345245034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/common-twin-questions.html' title='Common Twin Questions'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7038802029430661354</id><published>2010-01-20T02:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:07:58.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheyenne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carolyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Updates, updates, updates.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it is 20 days into 2010 and I have only written one blog for 2010. I always tell myself around December 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; that I will blog at least 5 times a week. It never happens; I don't know why I keep lying to myself about it. So, since I've already ruined the 5 times a week thing, I am resolution free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Updates on us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chris -- Not much to report on. He's still working.... and hating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me -- Spring semester has started for college. I am only taking 4 classes this semester: Intermediate Accounting, Auditing, Cost Accounting, and Principles of Macroeconomics. Hopefully I'll do decent this semester, and keep current in my classes instead of falling behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crystina&lt;/span&gt; -- Well, in as little words as possible, she is no longer a little girl. And we'll leave that at that. However, no - Daddy and I are not dealing with that all that well. Its a hard fact to face. Also, on the Tina front, she has become such the typical teen lately. However, this attitude just isn't going to cut it here anymore. She blatantly lies to us. I mean we can literally sit here and watch her do something, see it with our own eyes, then ask her about it and we get the "It wasn't me. No I didn't!" Any advice on how to curb this attitude, please let me know. I just don't want *my* kid to be the lying, stealing kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carolyn -- Has become highly whiny. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she says something its with a whine. She is still such a tattle tale. Every little thing is something I must know about whether I want to or not. I mean do I really need to know that one of the kids is wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-matched colors? Not really, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; Carly thinks I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; -- She is still my tomboy. She is also the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; of the 4 youngest. She still loves wrestling and is determined to one day marry John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cena&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure how to break it to her that it will most likely never happen, but for right now she can dream. It's either him or Mickey Mouse and I really don't want my daughter to marry a mouse! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Charlotte -- Still convinced she is a princess and says that one day her prince will come for her. I hope her fairy tale happens for her. She is prissy and loves to dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheyenne -- Is the most talkative child I have ever encountered! She talks from wake up to bedtime and even in her sleep! She still sleeps with us. I don't think she understands how it's going to be once Connor is born. She prefers to be right between me and Chris. She's still a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chunky&lt;/span&gt; thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Courtney -- Is still my runt! She is barely wearing 18 months; they are still too big on the waist but she needs the length. She loves all things monkey. She's obsessed, I would say. I even call her my little monkey because of her long legs and arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pregnancy -- I am 33 weeks along now. I am eager to meet my baby boy. I am eager to have my body back. I don't share that well, body space included. Chris and I have been arguing over the details. You know, which college should Connor play football at, what position, what we would do if he got drafted to an NFL team we hated (cough... cough.... Cowboys). You know, all the things parents of boys worry about during pregnancy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Just 7 or less weeks and he'll be here! I so cannot wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7038802029430661354?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7038802029430661354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7038802029430661354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7038802029430661354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7038802029430661354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-updates-updates.html' title='Updates, updates, updates.....'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7060356610980645773</id><published>2010-01-06T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:12:58.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huh?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy You Left Dad Day!!! ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom is the most complexed person I have ever met. To me, even more complexed than men! So, several years ago when I got a phone call (and trust me, she NEVER calls unless she wants something) from her, it left me with an even more complexed opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I cannot for the life of me remember what year this conversation took place. I want to say it was prior to 2002, but could very well have been after that but prior to 2005. Well, the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Did you forget to call and tell me something?"&lt;br /&gt;Me (after thinking for a bit): "No."&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Are you positive?"&lt;br /&gt;Me (after thinking for a few more seconds): "Yeah I'm sure."&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Do you know what today is?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ummm.... January 6th?"&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Do you remember what happened X number of years ago?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ummmm...... No?"&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "It was the day I left your dad!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ummmmm.... Ok......"&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "You were supposed to call me and tell me Happy Anniversary!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously WTF? Why, after over at least 10 years, am I supposed to remember the exact day she left my dad?? It's not something I keep circled in red on my calendar. And what am I supposed to say? "Hey, Mom! Happy You Left Dad Day!"? And am I supposed to call my dad as well and say, "Hey Dad! Happy Mom Left You Day!"? What's the appropriate gift for this occasion? And does Hallmark have a line of cards for this? I mean she can't tell you when my birthday is, but she can tell you the exact day she left her husband!? And Nevermind the fact that my dad was remarried for at least 5 years prior to this conversation and my mom was in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I quickly muttered "Happy Anniversary." and hung up the phone. I sat down trying to figure the whole conversation out. And honestly, I still am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7060356610980645773?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7060356610980645773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7060356610980645773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7060356610980645773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7060356610980645773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-you-left-dad-day.html' title='Happy You Left Dad Day!!! ????'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-3335060100523764652</id><published>2009-12-17T03:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:21:43.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 -- 13 Questions I Always Hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thursdaybanner1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/thursdaybanner1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Questions I Always Hear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are in relation to my children, pregnancy or parenting style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you intentionally name all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; with "C" names? - &lt;/strong&gt;At first no. When our oldest was born, my husband named her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crystina&lt;/span&gt; after the both of us. We were young; we didn't think of future kids. When our second was born, I named her after my Nanny which happened to be Carolyn. Then our first set of twins came along and I named Twin B (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; girl at 20 week u/s) Charlotte after my granddaddy, Charles. We decided that since this was it for us, then Baby A should have a C name as well and we chose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt;. Surprise! We got pregnant with Twins Part 2. At first, if they were girls, we were going to name them Alexandria and Brooke. But then, hubby decided they both should follow the C tradition and he named them Cheyenne and Courtney. When we found out I was pregnant this time, we knew it would be a C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do twins run in your family? - &lt;/strong&gt;Well, since I have 2 sets, they apparently do now! But, before me - No, no other twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you use fertility drugs? - &lt;/strong&gt;Not that it's any of your business, but no I did not use fertility drugs. They were conceived 100% all natural!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you get twins? - &lt;/strong&gt;I prayed to the fertility god? Well, in all honesty, if they are identical then it would mean my fertilized egg split into 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; babies. If they are fraternal then my ovaries released 2 eggs and they both got fertilized. I can't really explain it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, you've been pregnant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;! You must really love pregnancy, huh? - &lt;/strong&gt;Nope. In fact I hate being pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you done? - &lt;/strong&gt;Again really none of your business, but yes, I am done. I said that once I get my boy I was done. He's coming, so it's a done deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you have a hobby? - &lt;/strong&gt;Sure, I do. But, I also have a marriage. And, um, well intimacy is a part of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, why did you decide to home school? - &lt;/strong&gt;Because I'm a controlling human being and wanted my kids with me 24/7. No, I AM KIDDING!! I decided to home school because the school system in VA sucked and the ones in LA are no better. I can teach them just as much, if not more, at home. And so we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you always want so many kids? - &lt;/strong&gt;H-E-C-K No! I wanted 2 - a boy and a girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Joke's on me. I take what I got and I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are they identical? (referring to my oldest twins) - &lt;/strong&gt;Honestly, your guess is as good as mine! I have not a clue. Some doctors say yes, some say no. I never had the genetic test done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many months are between these two? (referring to my youngest twins) - &lt;/strong&gt;30 seconds! Yes, my friends they are twins. I understand its hard to believe that one is a chunky, dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, blue-eyed mama's girl and the other is a skinny, dark skinned, dark haired, brown eyed, long legged girl. I understand that it is strange when I buy clothes for them and one is a 3T and the other is 18 months. But, that's how they are! And, no they are not identical, so skip that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why no boys? -&lt;/strong&gt;  I really don't know. I guess the hubby's male swimmers were not that great of swimmers. My dad swears that Mt Dew plays a role in this. I just say, its whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know what causes it? &lt;/strong&gt;- No. I'm 31 years old and an honor graduate. I have no clue! Of course I know what causes babies and apparently I like it! So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt; *********************************** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://thursdaythirteen.com”"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thirteeners&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others’ comments. It’s easy, and fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trackbacks&lt;/span&gt;, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen”" rel="”tag”"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3335060100523764652?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3335060100523764652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=3335060100523764652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3335060100523764652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3335060100523764652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-13-13-questions-i-always-hear.html' title='Thursday 13 -- 13 Questions I Always Hear'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/th_thursdaybanner1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-4859561666565864281</id><published>2009-12-16T03:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:21:27.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy: 28 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am almost there! Just 12 more weeks until my due date! I'm starting to believe it will be sooner as I am having minor contractions already. I have started this early with my last two pregnancies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have 3 weeks to come up with the money for Connor's circumcision (considered cosmetic therefore an out of pocket expense). Final decision = no circumcision. I am too much of a "Crunchy mama" these days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Otherwise, I am doing good. I had to cancel my 28 week appointment. I'm going to wait until after the holidays to reschedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-4859561666565864281?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4859561666565864281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=4859561666565864281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4859561666565864281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4859561666565864281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/pregnancy-28-weeks.html' title='Pregnancy: 28 Weeks!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-3809723058372602848</id><published>2009-12-13T18:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:03:48.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiples and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>QOTW -- Holiday Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/QOTW-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's that time again.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;QOTW&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Multiples and More&lt;/a&gt;! This week's question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What are you favorite holiday movies?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=allxmasmovies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/allxmasmovies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Christmas (1954) - &lt;/strong&gt;This is a movie that my mother made me watch every year, and heck not even at Christmas necessarily. I seem to be a sucker for older movies. I really like this one, not sure why. Maybe because its not one of those sappy ones like "It's a Wonderful Life" and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Alone (1990) - &lt;/strong&gt;I love this movie year round, but since it does center around Christmas, I do consider it a Christmas movie. This one is always a good pick-me-up movie. You know for those times that I need a really good laugh and to remind me that my kids aren't the only ones who can come up with devious plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966) - &lt;/strong&gt;And yes, I only like the animated version. I'm just kooky like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Santa Clause (1994) - &lt;/strong&gt;It's just too freaking cute! The sequels to it are good too, but this one is my favorite of them. And please remind me not to push Santa off the roof and if he does fall, NOT TO PUT THE JACKET ON! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't need all those extra pounds packed on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Carol (1984) - &lt;/strong&gt;I have not seen the newest version, so I'm going with the version I do know. Kind of ironic, since I am pretty much Scrooge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Grandmother's House We Go (1992) - &lt;/strong&gt;Features the Olsen twins. It's been a few years since I've last seen it. It usually comes on ABC Family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And these are two Christmas movies I want to see, but have yet to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=otherxmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/otherxmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Christmases (2008) - &lt;/strong&gt;Not a big Vince Vaughn fan, but I adore Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt;. Besides I know how it is trying to cram so many family functions in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kranks&lt;/span&gt; (2004) - &lt;/strong&gt;Based on a John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grisham&lt;/span&gt; book. Need I say more? I'm sure I'll never enjoy it as much as I did the book, but it does feature Tim Allen, so it should be very comedic at best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; ***************************** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Don't forget to stop by &lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Multiples and More&lt;/a&gt; and see what holiday movies other great mommies chose! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3809723058372602848?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3809723058372602848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=3809723058372602848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3809723058372602848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3809723058372602848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/qotw-holiday-movies.html' title='QOTW -- Holiday Movies'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/th_QOTW-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1719124050074081854</id><published>2009-12-12T05:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:16:16.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Movie Review -- New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;** Please Note: I am discussing this movie, so if you have not seen it and don't want it ruined, please stop reading NOW! **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the Twilight series. I am quite unaware of why, but I do. The first movie was good. Could have been better, but overall it was good. I have always been one to enjoy the book way more than the movie. These were no exception. I admit, I cried when Edward left Bella in the woods. More than anything because in my opinion, how can anyone say those things to someone they said they loved. I really wanted to smack Bella when she jumped on the back of the motorcycle - with a stranger! And I'm guessing that when I read the book, that I really didn't like Jacob, so I skipped over the parts pertaining to him. But, when watching the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt; now - Bella knows she was leading Jacob on. Any guy would think he had a chance the way she was acting. Please..... I really need to get my books and re-read them to really examine these parts. I love that it ended with the marriage proposal cliff-hanger. I also loved how it alluded to what Bella's "gift" turns out to be (like Alice can see events, Edward can read minds, Jasper can control feelings) when/if (I'll add the if for those who have not read that far!) she becomes a Vampire. The setting in Italy was B-E-A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utiful&lt;/span&gt;! Then again I love all Italian scenery. I have never been a Dakota Fanning fan, but she did fine as Jane, a member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Volturi&lt;/span&gt;. I am looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to the rest of the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although, I enjoyed the movie, and will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be buying it when it's released, I do not think it lived up to the hype. The way everyone was talking and acting about this movie, I expected it to be far better than it was. Maybe it was just me, but I did not find it to be so wonderful for all that was said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**Please Note: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; nothing for this review. I have never had contact with the books' author, the production company, any actors/actresses, etc. However, if they would like they can send me a really nice boxed set of books, both movies and tickets to Eclipse in June 2010 for my review. &lt;wink,&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1719124050074081854?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1719124050074081854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1719124050074081854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1719124050074081854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1719124050074081854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review-new-moon.html' title='Movie Review -- New Moon'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/th_new-moon-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-470709309408350649</id><published>2009-12-11T13:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:14:33.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone post'/><title type='text'>100th Post! -- 100 Things About Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=youre_reading_the_100th_post_life.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/youre_reading_the_100th_post_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In honor of my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Blogger Post, I am posting 100 things about me, so are ya ready???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100 Things About Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am taller than my mother - by 5 inches. And have been since I was 13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My natural hair color is dark brown. I usually keep it auburn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have two older half sisters and one younger brother. There is 9 years between me and my oldest sister, 6 years between me and my other sister and I am 5 years older than my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I met my husband when we were 10. I punched him after he told me "I'm god, worship me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We didn't start dating until 7 years later when we 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We got engaged a month and a half later on July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant with our first child 9 months after we started dating. It resulted in a miscarriage at 8 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant again 5 months later. This pregnancy resulted in a 8 lb, 11.5 oz baby girl born on her due date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I waited 3.5 years to get pregnant again. It resulted in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miscarriage&lt;/span&gt; at 6 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant again within a few weeks with my first set of twins. I lost one at 13 weeks to miscarriage/Vanishing Twin Syndrome. I carried the other to 41 weeks and delivered a 8 lb, 4 oz baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant with my second set of twins almost 2.5 years later. I carried them to 36 weeks. I delivered healthy twin girls, weighing in at 5 lbs, 12 oz. and 6 lbs, 8.5 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant again a year later. It resulted in a miscarriage at 5 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant with my third set of twins 2 months later. I delivered another set of twin girls at 38 weeks weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz and 5 lbs, 8 oz. This was my only c-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got pregnant again 1.5 years later. I again had a miscarriage at 8 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 months later I got pregnant again (current pregnancy). I am 27 weeks along with ONE BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My first job was as a waitress for an Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; owned by family friends. Piece of advice -- Never work for friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite job was when I worked front desk for a bowling center. I loved all my regulars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was once a Firefighter/EMT. I joined the same department my dad volunteered at 7 months after he retired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have 3 nephews. The oldest is by my oldest sister; he is 18 years old. The second 2 are my brother's. They are both 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Within 5 months, my parents gained 4 grandchildren. My brother's oldest was born in July 2007, my twins were born in October 2007 and my brother's second was born in November 2007. Yes, do the math -- my brother's kids are only 5 months apart -- 2 different baby mamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I graduated with honors from high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I applied to 2 colleges when I was a senior. The first was to the one I really wanted to go to: Campbell University in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buies&lt;/span&gt; Creek, NC. The second was to Virginia Tech for the simple fact to get some snotty people to shut up. I never had the desire to attend Va Tech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was accepted to Campbell, had been assigned my room and roommate, but my finances fell through. I didn't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My career desires changed numerous times through high school. I wanted to be a teacher, doctor, nurse, lawyer. Fourteen years later and my major is Accounting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I cook one mean lasagna. However, the recipe is not up for grabs. If I tell you, I must kill you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My husband would never try my lasagna until 3 years after we started dating. Now, he loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only Italian dish I cannot cook is Chicken Marsala. Sigh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only thing I will order from Olive Garden is the Stuffed Chicken Marsala. I have never ordered anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I currently have 9 piercings -- 3 in left ear, 2 in right ear, eyebrow, nose, tongue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;labret&lt;/span&gt;. I used to have my navel done but took it out when I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have 2 tattoos -- one on my left hand and one on my lower back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still dream of having my "wedding". You know, the one with the fancy dress and all. Didn't get that the first time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think Lady Gaga is SCARY! Music is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, she is scary as heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will not side with Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gosselin&lt;/span&gt;. She has issues herself and its not all Jon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People assume having lots of kids is hard. It's not! The hardest time I had was going from 1 to 2. After that it was a cake walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do not vaccinate my children. You ever want to know why? Look it up for yourself. I will not inject that crap into my kids' bodies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was never scared of the swine flu. The government likes to scare you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All of my kids have dark hair, except one. She has dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will never touch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jagermeister&lt;/span&gt; again. I drank almost a gallon alone and get sick at the thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was born and raised in Virginia. I left there when I was 30. Never looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I now live in Southern Louisiana. Am I afraid of hurricanes? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I live about 40 minutes from New Orleans. Visit there often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite store is the Black and Gold Shop. I could spend way too much money in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite football team is the New Orleans Saints. Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;, baby?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite basketball team is the New Orleans Hornets. In my defense, I liked them when they were in Charlotte. Too bad they suck this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite hockey team is the Carolina Hurricanes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite baseball team is the Atlanta Braves. This is the only sports team my husband and I agree on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite college for sports is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt;. I also like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame football and I cheer for the University of Miami for my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite athlete is Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shockey&lt;/span&gt;, TE for the Saints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WWE&lt;/span&gt; and have watched some form of wrestling since I was a wee tot. My favorite current wrestler is Matt Hardy. Too bad he is nothing more than a punching bag right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My dream car is a Mazda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Miata&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to visit Italy before I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I could care less who Tiger Woods may or may not have slept with. Its none of my business and none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hate golf. Its one of the dumbest sports ever! Another reason I could care less about Tiger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I only like to play Nintendo game systems because I love Mario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have owned all the Nintendo game systems: Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Nintendo64, the Game Cube, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have only owned 2 of the handheld Nintendo games: the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;GameBoy&lt;/span&gt; Advance SP and the Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We have also owned the PS and PS2 from Sony. I refuse to pay $400 for the PS3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I could beat Chris when we played James Bond games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can beat him when we bowl on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite ice cream is mint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was in heaven when Dairy Queen came out with the Thin Mint Blizzard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Raising Cane's has the best chicken -- EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My favorite color is pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I amaze most men because I actually know something about football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I once had a drunken debate over how Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Shockey&lt;/span&gt; was the greatest. I have no idea who won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love the movie Gone With the Wind. Scarlett was the b*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tch&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love the movie Twilight. I like New Moon too although it was a tad of a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I prefer books over the movies. I haven't found one yet where I prefer the movie over the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to own every single John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Grisham&lt;/span&gt; book. Need to start the collection again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been terrified of clowns since I saw Stephen King's, "It". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been in Louisiana for a year and have not had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also have not seen an alligator although I have been assured that they are in fact several within miles of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to love Greek Mythology until I took it in college. Now, I loathe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had once started writing a book. I can't find the chapters I had written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love using Accounting programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love seafood. Well, except for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am 100% republican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No, I am not against Obama because of his race. It's because he's a dimwit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do not believe in the death penalty. I do believe in the death penalty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am conflicted over the death penalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was raised Catholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do not believe in abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love taking long, hot baths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do not like watching movies in a theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I only like caramel popcorn. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love vanilla coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do not eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I must have pulp in my orange juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I once drove from Virginia to Corpus Christi, Texas. And back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had never been in a plane until I was 29. I flew to Albuquerque, NM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although I bowl great on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, I can't bowl in real life. My husband is opposite. He can bowl in real life, but not on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hate asking for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hate confrontation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I collect shot glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to collect angel figurines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to get my bachelor's and master's in Accounting from Tulane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still consider going into corporate law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have designed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and bar. Still waiting to formulate my financial plan to start it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I prefer to forget where I came from. I left there for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love to watch Law and Order:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt;. USA runs a marathon every Tuesday from 7 am CST - 11 pm CST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope you learned something about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Just%20Me/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Just%20Me/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-470709309408350649?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/470709309408350649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=470709309408350649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/470709309408350649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/470709309408350649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/100th-post-100-things-about-me.html' title='100th Post! -- 100 Things About Me!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Just%20Me/th_untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7065767842445073198</id><published>2009-12-11T13:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:04:35.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aloha Friday'/><title type='text'>Aloha Friday #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alohafriday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/alohafriday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Hawaii, Aloha Friday is the day that they take it easy and look forward to the weekend. So I thought that on Fridays I would take it easy on posting, too. Therefore, I’ll ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has been your favorite class you have taken, high school or college? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; In high school, my favorite class was Child Care. We actually had a part-time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school that we ran 2 days a week. I wish I had taken part II of the class, but let a boy interfere with my schedule. In college, really haven't taken one yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I did enjoy Business Law though. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; If you want to participate in this meme, go &lt;a href="http://islandlife808.com/memes/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7065767842445073198?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7065767842445073198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7065767842445073198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7065767842445073198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7065767842445073198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/aloha-friday-4.html' title='Aloha Friday #4'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/th_alohafriday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7685344030848967767</id><published>2009-12-10T09:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:51:44.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 -- 13 Movies I LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thursdaybanner1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/thursdaybanner1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Well, it's that time again. Time for me to ramble off 13 random things based on some random subject I have come up with. This week I have chosen: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13 movies that I &lt;u&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOVE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=allmovies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/allmovies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;These are pretty much in random order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Twilight (2008) - &lt;/strong&gt;I am quite unaware of why I love this movie so much but I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Gone With the Wind (1939) - &lt;/strong&gt;This was my favorite movie since I was like 8 years old, maybe even younger! I always wanted to be Scarlett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Sweet Home Alabama (2002) - &lt;/strong&gt;I love Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt;. I think she is an awesome actress! This is probably my favorite movie by her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Big Money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hustlas&lt;/span&gt; (2000) - &lt;/strong&gt;It is crude, obnoxious, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not a movie to let your kids watch. But me, I love it. Chris finds it tacky yet humorous. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Ladder 49 (2004) - &lt;/strong&gt;I love this movie. I went to the theater to see this one when it first came out. I was in Firefighter I class at the time. Oh, I cried like a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Backdraft&lt;/span&gt; (1991) - &lt;/strong&gt;I love this movie as well. I had the brilliant idea to watch this on Christmas morning while we served breakfast to our families. Yeah, bad idea! My dad (retired firefighter) decided it was his duty to inform my in-laws of every screw up in the movie. Thanks.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Wizard of Oz (1939) - &lt;/strong&gt;Who doesn't love the Wizard of Oz? I can remember being allowed to stay up late every year when it was on TV. Of course, I kept having nightmares about tornadoes and witches. Wait, maybe the witch nightmares were really my mother??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.... I still love to watch it. I always loved Glenda, the good witch... and the Lollipop Kids. That little smirk was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Dirty Dancing (1987) - &lt;/strong&gt;Always been a favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Titanic (1997) - &lt;/strong&gt;Who could not love this movie?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, first get past Leonardo's cheesiness (I did not like him as Jack). And past Mr. A$$, Rose's fiance. And then it was good. I wanted to slug Rose's mother during the whole thing. And it took me a couple years to figure out what the ending meant.... yeah, I'm slow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Goonies&lt;/span&gt; (1985) - &lt;/strong&gt;Once a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goonie&lt;/span&gt;, always a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goonie&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Steel Magnolias (1989) - &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, my favorite movie for years.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, behind Gone With the Wind. I read the original play. I watched/owned the movie over and over and over. And I love Julia Roberts movies. "My colors are blush and bashful. I have chosen two shades of pink; one is much deeper than the other. I like pink. Pink is my signature color." Oh, that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; me! And another of my favorite sayings came from this movie: &lt;strong&gt;Shelby&lt;/strong&gt;: "I would rather have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special." And then there's the quote I live by: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Clairee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Belcher&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; "That which does not kill us, makes us stronger." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) The Fast and the Furious (2001) and Fast and Furious (2009) - &lt;/strong&gt;I couldn't decide between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; two. They are my 2 favorite simply because Vin Diesel is in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gameplan&lt;/span&gt; (2007) - &lt;/strong&gt;Who wouldn't love a movie with the Rock doing ballet?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And simply because I needed an extra movie to make the above picture look right, here's an honorable mention:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pacifier (2005) - &lt;/strong&gt;Vin Diesel and baby.... Nothing more needs to be said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; ********************************************** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://thursdaythirteen.com”"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thirteeners&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others’ comments. It’s easy, and fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Trackbacks&lt;/span&gt;, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen”" rel="”tag”"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7685344030848967767?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7685344030848967767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7685344030848967767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7685344030848967767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7685344030848967767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-13-13-movies-i-love.html' title='Thursday 13 -- 13 Movies I LOVE!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/th_thursdaybanner1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6639458334486428560</id><published>2009-12-09T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:49:03.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Week #27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I am now 27 weeks pregnant with Connor. I have the usual pregnancy complaints -- heartburn, indigestion, constipation. Any advice for any of the listed problems will be greatly appreciated. Nothing works for me this time as it had in the past. I have been doing fine with the iron pills. The first day I got nauseous. The second day, I had minor throat irritation. After that, no side effects at all. Otherwise, I am doing just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since I really don't have much to report, here's what I found online:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this time you will begin to really put on the weight, this will last until about week thirty-six. Although some cultures dictate otherwise, weight gained during pregnancy is not fat or unhealthy, but rather, necessary for a healthy pregnancy and baby.&lt;br /&gt;The weight that you gain will be distributed in several places. The average breast before pregnancy weighs about 7 ounces and during pregnancy each breast can weigh up to an average of 14 ounces! Some of the weight will go to body fluids (amniotic fluid, blood volume, etc.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your baby's skin is very wrinkled from floating in water. This will stay this way until a few weeks after birth as your newborn fills out into a baby. Although take heart in the fact that your baby's looks are assuming the looks that they will have at birth! Baby has also hit the 2 pound mark (900 grams).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;** Connor was 1 lb, 10 ozs last week. I guess right around 2 lbs is right.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mom is starting to complain about her weight remind her of the importance of weight gain in pregnancy for a health pregnancy. You should also help her by not tempting her with sweets and setting a good example yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**I think he's sick of hearing me say I'm fat and then reassuring me that it's all baby.**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am getting so eager to meet Mr. Connor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6639458334486428560?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6639458334486428560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6639458334486428560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Semester Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was the list I made on November 21st of assignments that needed to be done by the end of this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Accounting for the Small Business –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final project due 12/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Computerized Accounting –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chapter 13, E-mail reports due 11/22&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 14 due 11/22&lt;br /&gt;Test 3 due 11/29&lt;br /&gt;Final project due 12/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Interpersonal Communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 4 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 5 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 6 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 8 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 9 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Paper for 10/17 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Paper for 11/7 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 10 Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 11 Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 12 Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Final Discussion Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness Quiz Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Stress Management Quiz Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Conflict Resolution Quiz Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Final Exam Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Principles of Accounting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 22 Quiz Due by 11/29&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 22 Homework Due by 12/7&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 24 Homework Due by 12/7&lt;br /&gt;Final Exam Due by 12/6&lt;br /&gt;Computer Problem #2 Due by 12/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Survey of Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chapter 3 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 13 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Test 1 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Test 2 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Test 3A Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due 12/4&lt;br /&gt;Test 4 Due 12/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Greek Mythology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 20 Assignment&lt;br /&gt;Exam 2&lt;br /&gt;Exam 3&lt;br /&gt;Exam 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As of today, this is what I have done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)  Accounting for the Small Business –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; Final project due 12/8 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)  Computerized Accounting –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt; Chapter 13, E-mail reports due 11/22&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 14 due 11/22&lt;br /&gt;Test 3 due 11/29&lt;br /&gt;Final project due 12/6 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)  Interpersonal Communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; Discussion 4 Due ASAP &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 5 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; Discussion 6 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 8 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 9 Due ASAP &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper for 10/17 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Paper for 11/7 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 10 Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 11 Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Discussion 12 Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Final Discussion Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness Quiz Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Stress Management Quiz Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Conflict Resolution Quiz Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;Final Exam Due by 12/14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)  Principles of Accounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt; Chapter 22 Quiz Due by 11/29&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 22 Homework Due by 12/7&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 24 Homework Due by 12/7&lt;br /&gt;Final Exam Due by 12/6&lt;br /&gt;Computer Problem #2 Due by 12/6 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)  Survey of Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt; Chapter 3 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 13 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Test 1 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Test 2 Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Test 3A Due ASAP&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, Post, Quiz Due 12/4&lt;br /&gt;Test 4 Due 12/7 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)  Greek Mythology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; Chapter 20 Assignment &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam 2&lt;br /&gt;Exam 3&lt;br /&gt;Exam 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far my grades are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Computerized Accounting - B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accounting for the Small Business - A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Principles of Economics - B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Principles of Accounting - No Comment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Greek Mythology - Not finished&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interpersonal Communication - Not finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3702044893057906585?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-306870431303687150</id><published>2009-12-08T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:07:32.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscarriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dakota'/><title type='text'>In Memory -- Dakota Lee 12/8/01</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/?action=view&amp;amp;current=missingangel2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/missingangel2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eight years ago today I miscarried our third pregnancy. I was only 6 weeks along, so relatively early, but heart-breaking nonetheless. I had already suffered one miscarriage and we had a 3 year old daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bba-foreverblue.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/bba-foreverblue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dakotacertificate-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/dakotacertificate-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This certificate is from &lt;a href="http://www.innocents.com/"&gt;The Church of the Holy Innocents&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innocents.com/shrine.asp"&gt;The Shrine of the Unborn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-306870431303687150?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/306870431303687150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=306870431303687150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/306870431303687150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/306870431303687150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-memory-dakota-lee-12801.html' title='In Memory -- Dakota Lee 12/8/01'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Miscarriages/th_missingangel2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-5275857662846587330</id><published>2009-12-07T01:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:03:45.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Product Review -- Intelligender Baby Gender Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IntelliGender-new-box-Image-on-whit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/IntelliGender-new-box-Image-on-whit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Please note: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; nothing from this company. I have never communicated with any person associated with this company. This review is based upon a product that I &lt;em&gt;purchased&lt;/em&gt; out of my pocket, and decided to review for others to read. ***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Over the last 11 years, I have been pregnant 9 times. I have walked away with 6 living children; not including the one I am currently pregnant with. The 5 babies I have lost are unknown to me as far as their sex; I can only guess. The 6 I have had are all girls. Yep, every last one of them. So, when I announced this pregnancy to people all the speculation began - "Is it another girl?" "Will we finally get a boy?" I had been nervous, anxious, wondered if my ultrasound would reveal another girl or the long awaited boy. I, of course, wanted a healthy baby above all else, but a boy would have been icing on the cake. A friend of mine mentioned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Intelligender&lt;/span&gt; Baby Gender Test. I was intrigued. I had never heard of this before. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; looked it up online and came across their &lt;a href="http://intelligender.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. According to this, I could take this simple urine test as early as 10 weeks and it would tell me my baby's gender. It seemed a tad pricey for me. $34.95 plus shipping if I ordered it on-line. Chris found it at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-green's for $29.99. We discussed it for awhile. It said it had a 82% accuracy rate. Seemed a little low for the price. When I was 12 weeks along we decided to give it a try. So, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-green's and purchased the test. I came home and took it. I couldn't believe it when the result came back as &lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt;! After 6 girls, I was supposed to believe I was having a boy? So, I sat down and read the entire insert that came with the test. It said "Please refrain from having unprotected intercourse 48 hours before testing." The website elaborated more with this: "Preliminary tests indicate that there may be a link between false boy results and recent sexual intimacy. We recommend refraining from such activity for at least 48 hours prior to taking the test." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;...... It had been only 24 hours. Crap! I assumed that my test was wrong because I had intercourse. So, naturally I didn't believe it. We discussed it again and decided that in 2 weeks, we would buy another test and not have intercourse for 2 days prior. We bought the second test, I took it, and again the result was &lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt;! I was still in disbelief. There was no way I could be having a boy! I kept seeing cute little boy clothes but refrained from buying them. Eight weeks later, I had my ultrasound. The tech assured me 100%, with no doubt, that I was in fact carrying a &lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt;! It was confirmed again a month later. I can officially say that I am in the 82% accuracy rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As far as the test itself, the directions were clear and easy to understand. The test was simple to take. I prefer the easy pee on a stick tests like I use for pregnancy, but this one was simple enough. Everything needed was provided. The color codes depicting girl or boy were easy to see and compare. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not something I would buy if I were really struggling for money. The accuracy rate is not really that high and you can still have false hope for a certain sex for 10 weeks. But, if you have the $30-40 to spend, then why not give it a whirl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-5275857662846587330?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5275857662846587330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=5275857662846587330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5275857662846587330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5275857662846587330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/product-review-intelligender-baby.html' title='Product Review -- Intelligender Baby Gender Test'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-447277142560109081</id><published>2009-12-06T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:44:01.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiples and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>QOTW -- Holiday Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/QOTW-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you favorite holiday traditions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Growing up, my family was never big on traditions. My parents were pretty much two people who should have never been allowed to reproduce - ever. But, they did and here I sit with my own kids trying to figure out how to do traditions, or even what to do, with them. When I was younger, we always decorated the day after Thanksgiving, went looking at Christmas lights/decorations and spent time with family. That was it. I was never one to be fond of the whole gift giving thing. On one hand I'm being told that the holidays are all about family and love and Jesus' birth. Then I'm being told we need to spend money on gifts for every one in our family. And, now that I'm a mother, I keep thinking - "Have you met my kids? They are spoiled rotten!" And I mean spoiled all year long. Any ways, now on to the question at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In accordance to the tradition of decorating the day after Thanksgiving, we went out and bought a small tree and a few decorations (almost everything I own is still in Virginia). And we have looked at some lights/decorations around the city. It's so cute when Cheyenne sees them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; screams - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aweeeeesome&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As far as beginning my own traditions, these are a couple I have always had the intention of doing and just have never done. And, if I don't get a move on it - my 11 year old will miss out on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Buying a new pair of pajamas for them and allowing them to open that on Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Buying each child a new Christmas ornament each year. Then, when they move out on their own, they get each of theirs to start their own ornament collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This year money is real tight, and I mean real tight. Chris got laid off in July and work has been so scarce since. We have discussed Christmas over and over and really have no option but to really downplay it this year. We have moved 1000 miles away from family, so we won't even be seeing them at the holidays at all. We just cannot afford to make the trip. So, we have decided to buy each child a small, in-expensive gift to open on Christmas. Then when tax time comes around, we will get them more. We already have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; so they can call that part of their gift. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crystina&lt;/span&gt; wants a Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DSi&lt;/span&gt; and Carly just wants a regular Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;. So, we may get those at tax time for them. The other 4 are relatively easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-447277142560109081?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/447277142560109081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=447277142560109081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/447277142560109081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/447277142560109081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/qotw-holiday-traditions.html' title='QOTW -- Holiday Traditions'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/th_QOTW-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-654357238378663080</id><published>2009-12-05T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:44:01.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anemia'/><title type='text'>Update on Pregnancy, Week #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Friday (yesterday), I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a call from a strange number. These days I rarely answer the phone if I do not recognize the number because I can only say "No, I'm not Jared." so many times before I get fed up. I decided to google the number and it came up as the number for my doctor's other office. Ah, no wonder I didn't recognize it. So, I called it back and talked with the nurse. Apparently when they sent my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloodwork&lt;/span&gt; off for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GTT&lt;/span&gt; (Glucose Tolerance Test) they also checked it for other things. She said I was "slightly anemic". Oh, joy. I have never been anemic before. But, when I looked it up, it explained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of how I was feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(The ones I have been feeling are in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you do develop anemia, you might not have any symptoms at all, especially if your condition is mild. Or you might feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, weak&lt;/strong&gt;, and dizzy. (Of course, these are symptoms that many women have anyway during pregnancy, anemic or not.) You might also notice that you're paler (especially in your fingernails, the underside of your eyelids, and your lips) and have a &lt;strong&gt;rapid heartbeat, heart palpitations, shortness of breath, or trouble concentrating&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally, some studies have found a link between severe iron-deficiency anemia and cravings for non-food substances such as ice, paper, or clay (a condition known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.babycenter.com/404_what-causes-pica-cravings-for-non-food-items-during-pregnanc_1186643.bc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;). If you do have these cravings, don't give in to them, and be sure to tell your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;healthcare&lt;/span&gt; provider. (Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_iron-deficiency-anemia-in-pregnancy_3073.bc"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now I am on &lt;a href="http://www.drugs.com/cdi/hemocyte-f.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hemocyte&lt;/span&gt;-F&lt;/a&gt; once a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-654357238378663080?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/654357238378663080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=654357238378663080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/654357238378663080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/654357238378663080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-pregnancy-week-26.html' title='Update on Pregnancy, Week #26'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7247919079889197294</id><published>2009-12-04T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:25:51.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aloha Friday'/><title type='text'>Aloha Friday #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alohafriday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/alohafriday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In Hawaii, Aloha Friday is the day that they take it easy and look forward to the weekend. So I thought that on Fridays I would take it easy on posting, too. Therefore, I’ll ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one accomplishment from this past week? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mine is simple: I finished up 3 of my 6 online classes with 1 A and 2 B's. I finished a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; class as well, but that grade has not been calculated and once it is, it won't be pretty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; If you want to participate in this meme, go &lt;a href="http://islandlife808.com/memes/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7247919079889197294?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7247919079889197294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7247919079889197294&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7247919079889197294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7247919079889197294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/aloha-friday-3.html' title='Aloha Friday #3'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/th_alohafriday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-5725574507304030438</id><published>2009-12-04T11:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:02:01.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Saints'/><title type='text'>Who Dat????</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Saints/?action=view&amp;amp;current=poundpats.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Saints/poundpats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twas the month before Christmas and no sign of snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But N.O. doesn't care cause the Saints are 11 &amp;amp; 0. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dinkins scored a touchdown, Sharper intercepted a pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the Who Dat Nation cheered when Brady was sacked on his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday the Redskins, to Washington we will go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And when the Black and Gold get finished we'll be 12 ......&amp;amp; 0! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go Brees, Go Bush, Go Harper &amp;amp; Ellis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our teams UNDEFEATED and the others are jealous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Thomas... On Shockey... On Sharper and Bell ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Brees... On Colston... Let's give 'em hell!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Meachem... On Harper... On Roby... On Greer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We Show'd Pretty Boy Brady the meaning of Fear!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHO DAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-5725574507304030438?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5725574507304030438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=5725574507304030438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5725574507304030438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5725574507304030438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-dat.html' title='Who Dat????'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Saints/th_poundpats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6286011908312718544</id><published>2009-12-03T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:00:16.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 -- 13 Things I Have Been Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thursdaybanner1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/thursdaybanner1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Connor will be amused by this when he's older....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;strong&gt;13 Things I Have Been Craving This Pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Twinkies - &lt;/strong&gt;Only fitting since I craved them with my first and now my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twinkies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/twinkies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Sunny Delight - &lt;/strong&gt;Only the smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=product_image.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/product_image.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Wild Cherry Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_wildcherrypepsi1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/image_wildcherrypepsi1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Marie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Callender's&lt;/span&gt; Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MarieCallendars.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/MarieCallendars.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Crunch and Munch Caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0000151159-01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/0000151159-01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stouffer's&lt;/span&gt; Chicken Cordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bleu&lt;/span&gt; Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7) Barber Food's Cordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bleu&lt;/span&gt; Stuffed Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2RM3Q.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/2RM3Q.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8) Raising Cane's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4162_87682601217_63586936217_233814.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/4162_87682601217_63586936217_233814.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9) Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=treecakes_van.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/treecakes_van.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Bubble gum - &lt;/strong&gt;And I only chew it until the taste is gone, then it must be replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dubble-bubble-gum-1lb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/dubble-bubble-gum-1lb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Baked Potato with lots of butter and Concord Food Potato Topping - &lt;/strong&gt;I have tried it with bacon bits and nope, not the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=large_landing_page20graphic20copy1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/large_landing_page20graphic20copy1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4924862e83679_82063f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/4924862e83679_82063f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12) Snickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Slideshow-Snickers_476x357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/Slideshow-Snickers_476x357.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;13 3 Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3musketeers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/3musketeers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, nothing healthy, but what can I say???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; ************************************* &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://thursdaythirteen.com”"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thirteeners&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others’ comments. It’s easy, and fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trackbacks&lt;/span&gt;, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen”" rel="”tag”"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6286011908312718544?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6286011908312718544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6286011908312718544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6286011908312718544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6286011908312718544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-13-13-things-i-have-been.html' title='Thursday 13 -- 13 Things I Have Been Craving'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/th_thursdaybanner1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7420822730035487057</id><published>2009-12-02T11:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:01:22.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>26 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am 26 weeks pregnant, today, with Baby Connor. I've only got 14 or less weeks to go! It's going by so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also had my 26 week check up today. I had to do the Glucose Tolerance Test. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;! I will not miss that! Those drinks are so nasty! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; was fine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt; was 137, they said I was showing signs of dehydration, gave me a list of things to be on the look out for (contractions, etc. like I don't know enough about it). I signed my paperwork for the repeat c-section and my tubal. I drug Chris in there to sign the consent for my tubal too. Making sure those were signed this time around. I signed the consent for the circumcision, even though we won't be getting it done any way. I even had to sign a paper stating I knew how to do kick counts (?. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Okayyyy&lt;/span&gt;..... 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; baby, if I don't know by now, I never will!) Then they said "Time for your ultrasound." I was never told I was having an ultrasound this time, but heck, I ain't gonna complain! It was a quick, probably only 5 minutes, ultrasound. Saw the heart, the head, the spine, the stomach, double-checked gender. I only got 2 pics from it, one proving that he is still a he and one of his little feet together. They estimated his weight to be 1 lb., 10 oz. and all looks good. He wasn't too pleased with being disturbed and would kick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she moved across my belly. I guess he wasn't in a good mood from that nasty fruit punch glucose drink. Can't blame him, neither was I. And he was probably upset because he didn't get his morning Orange juice since I had to fast since midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look at his little, bitty feet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;........ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26weeksfeet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/26weeksfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Connor is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; Connor! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26weeksboy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/26weeksboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I go back in 2 weeks for my 28 week appointment.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7420822730035487057?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7420822730035487057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7420822730035487057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7420822730035487057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7420822730035487057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/26-weeks.html' title='26 Weeks!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_26weeksfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-33962618126172786</id><published>2009-11-29T10:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:21:05.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiples and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Five Special Moments with my Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/QOTW-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time seems to fly when you have small children, doesn't it? In the midst of changing diapers, doing laundry, cooking, working, planning, etc, it's easy to overlook the special moments that we have with our kids on a daily basis. Today, we want to stop and take a minute to remember and appreciate some of these moments. So, this week's question is: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt; Describe in detail 5 of the most special moments you have shared with your children. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the first of my five is relevant to all of my children. It consists of my pregnancy. Pregnancy is so special to a mother. It's our first chance to bond with our children. Nobody can come between those 40 weeks (normally 40). Talking to the baby(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ies&lt;/span&gt;), feeling them kick, rubbing the belly and getting a response. Plus, ultrasounds - seeing your baby and then being able to see the likeness after they're born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, their birth days. With Crystina, my first (and biggest!), I was proud of myself for actually just giving birth. Her birth was my first experience and although it could've been worse, I question why I went on to have 5 (almost 6) more kids! Carolyn's I did alone. The twins part 1 were a natural, vaginal birth. I was really proud of myself for that one. The twins part 2 were my first experience as a c-section birth. But, just hearing them cry for the first time was absolutely music to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When Crystina was an only child. We had all the time in the world to spend, just the two of us. She didn't have to share me with any sisters and we would just cuddle up together and watch TV or read. Of course, at 11 years old now, she feels too old to do that with me even if she were an only child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Late nights and early mornings now. Cheyenne is a complete cuddling, mama's baby. She has to sleep with me in order to fall asleep. Normally she crawls in bed with me at night and just before she falls asleep she crawls down and lays on her pallet on the floor beside my bed. In the mornings, especially if she wakes up while Chris is getting ready, she crawls back in bed with me. Love the cuddle time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anytime one of the kids does something "just because". For instance, Courtney heard me say I was thirsty earlier and she went straight to the fridge and got me a single serve bottle of OJ. She was so proud of herself and I just didn't have the heart to tell her that I meant a soda and not a juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's hard to pick just 5 moments when you have 6 kids! Another type of moment I love when it comes to my kids is when I get compliments on their behavior. Now, don't get me wrong, they are total h*llions 60+% of the time at home, but they are perfect little angels when we are out. I am always getting compliments on how well they behave. I had one woman stop me in a restaurant and ask me to come home with her and teach her grandchildren how to behave! Another asked me to please write a book explaining how my children can be so well behaved. Book’s on hold because I have no idea how they act so wonderful in public and so "evil" at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/QOTW/DSCF0043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-33962618126172786?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/33962618126172786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=33962618126172786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/33962618126172786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/33962618126172786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-special-moments-with-my-children.html' title='Five Special Moments with my Children'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/th_QOTW-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8333973416245257501</id><published>2009-11-28T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:38:35.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My nephew, Aidyn! He turns 2 today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/AIDYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13367_211907390990_745025990_456934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/AIDYN/13367_211907390990_745025990_456934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He looks almost identical to how my brother looked as a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here is a picture of him the last time I saw him in early 2008. I hate that I do not have any contact with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/AIDYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_5d512b5c210b9a7e2fe765004c0a3930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/AIDYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_5d512b5c210b9a7e2fe765004c0a3930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/AIDYN/l_5d512b5c210b9a7e2fe765004c0a3930.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8333973416245257501?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8333973416245257501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8333973416245257501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8333973416245257501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8333973416245257501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/AIDYN/th_13367_211907390990_745025990_456934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2287237392627855956</id><published>2009-11-28T14:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:34:32.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><title type='text'>Mommy Moments -- Chore Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommy4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week's theme for Mommy Moments is Chore time. In all honesty, I wish I could get my kids to do chores these days! They feel they are "royalty" and therefore exempt from work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmmhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Below are some pictures of my second daughter, Carolyn, back in 2005. These were around her 3rd birthday. I was pregnant with Twins part 1 and was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bedrest&lt;/span&gt;. I was folding laundry, the one chore I could still do, and Carolyn decided that she wanted to do laundry too. So, she went and got her doll baby clothes and spent &lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; folding, unfolding, and refolding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00964-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/DSC00964-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00963-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/DSC00963-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00962-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/DSC00962-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I once had a picture of Carolyn when she was about 2 pushing her toy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt;. She loved that toy! Of course now, getting them to do chores is next to impossible! The kids like to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; now, but scream if I ask them to turn it on and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/2009/11/mommy-moments-chore-time.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit Mommy Moments at &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/"&gt;The Mommy Journey&lt;/a&gt;. You can also read about others' Mommy Moments! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't forget about the Cans for Comments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blogathon&lt;/span&gt;! For every new comment I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; between November 27 until December 2, I will donate a canned food to my local food bank! See &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/join-me-in-comments-for-cans-blogathon.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2287237392627855956?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2287237392627855956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2287237392627855956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2287237392627855956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2287237392627855956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommy-moments-chore-time.html' title='Mommy Moments -- Chore Time'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/th_DSC00964-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6896867094750399148</id><published>2009-11-27T04:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:52:33.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aloha Friday'/><title type='text'>Aloha Friday #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alohafriday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/alohafriday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;For Aloha Friday, I ask a question. I will leave my answer; you leave your answer as a comment. If you wish to participate on your blog for Aloha Friday, go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://islandlife808.com/aloha-friday/how-to-participate/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. So, here's my question for this week: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our Thanksgiving holiday was spent together and alone; just the 8 of us. We ate late lunch/early dinner at Ryan's (buffet). This is the second year that we have spent this holiday as just the 8 of us! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whatever you did, I hope it was relaxing, warm and that you got to spend it with the ones you love the most!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; **************************** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't forget about the Comments for Cans Blogathon! Click &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/join-me-in-comments-for-cans-blogathon.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read about it. Remember EVERY comment counts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6896867094750399148?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6896867094750399148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6896867094750399148&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6896867094750399148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6896867094750399148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/aloha-friday-2.html' title='Aloha Friday #2'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/th_alohafriday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6558163806603491747</id><published>2009-11-27T02:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:25:00.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathons'/><title type='text'>Join me in the Comments For Cans Blogathon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=canscomments.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/canscomments.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=canscomments.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am participating in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cans for Comments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blogathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with the &lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Multiples and More Website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For &lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt; comment I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; from November 27 until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; 2, I will donate 1 (one) canned good item to my local food bank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, leave me comments and let's help needy families!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6558163806603491747?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6558163806603491747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6558163806603491747&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6558163806603491747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6558163806603491747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/join-me-in-comments-for-cans-blogathon.html' title='Join me in the Comments For Cans Blogathon!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1867821654568722678</id><published>2009-11-26T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T03:53:42.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 -- 13 Holiday Foods I LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thursdaybanner1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/thursdaybanner1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was going to go the Thanksgiving route and write about 13 things I am thankful for. However, I just did "What I am Thankful For" for my 10 on Tuesday post (you can see that &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-on-tuesday-10-things-i-am-thankful.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). So, I am keeping the Thanksgiving theme but going in another direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;13 Holiday Foods that I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(This picture is not mine. I got it from the WWW. It does look absolutely delicious, though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thanksgiving-plate-entert1106-de1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/thanksgiving-plate-entert1106-de1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Turkey - &lt;/strong&gt;The main piece of any holiday dinner. I will only eat the breast meat though. And it has to be warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Mashed potatoes - &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, I will fight you over my potatoes. I will stab your hand if you come near them. I love homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mashed&lt;/span&gt; taters, made with milk and butter and a bit of sour cream. Sometimes I like the skin on, sometimes I prefer skin off. I'm just a potato type of gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Stuffing - &lt;/strong&gt;I will not eat homemade stuffing. I will only eat Stove Top Stuffing. Hey, I never said I was normal. I'm an individual when it comes to my food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Gravy - &lt;/strong&gt;I prefer homemade, thank you. And it gets poured all over my turkey, potatoes and stuffing. So yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Ham - &lt;/strong&gt;No salt cured (which is what my maternal grandmother always had) and served warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Butterbeans&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;Prefer homegrown. Cooked with a ham hock..... (My mouth is watering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Corn - &lt;/strong&gt;Again, homegrown from the garden is preferred. Mixed in with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;butterbeans&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Green Beans - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I was raised in a farming family. My grandparents have always had a garden where we got our vegetables and froze/canned them for the year. I love green beans cooked with lots of black pepper and a ham hock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Black Olives - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not a holiday food to everyone, but we have always had them on holidays. I love them! I usually ate them all waiting for the food to finish cooking. So, extra was always bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Apple Pie - &lt;/strong&gt;Apple pie is like my favorite pie, well after Key Lime Pie. I love it when it's still warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Carrot Cake - &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, gosh. I love this all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Pumpkin Pie - &lt;/strong&gt;Who doesn't love pumpkin pie (my mother also did a pumpkin roll, pictured below. Click &lt;a href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/pumpkins/r/blbb465.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the recipe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pumpkinroll1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/pumpkinroll1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Rolls - &lt;/strong&gt;Doesn't matter the brand/type. Just gimme some rolls to soak the gravy up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://thursdaythirteen.com”"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thirteeners&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others’ comments. It’s easy, and fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trackbacks&lt;/span&gt;, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen”" rel="”tag”"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1867821654568722678?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1867821654568722678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1867821654568722678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1867821654568722678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1867821654568722678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-13-13-holiday-foods-i-love.html' title='Thursday 13 -- 13 Holiday Foods I LOVE!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/th_thursdaybanner1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-602685811105350596</id><published>2009-11-25T11:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T03:21:18.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Irony! Ask And You Shall Receive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is one of those odd posts. You know, the ones where you have something to say, but it's a really odd subject. First, the important thing to know is that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt; Connor on June 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. A few days later, me and Chris got into a huge tiff and it pretty much got to the point that we wouldn't even speak to each other. Well, on the 23rd, he sent me and email apologizing for all he had ever done and promising me that things would change between us. But, one part that stands out is, "I would love to try and have a boy with you one day!!!! Even though I have said no more my heart wants a boy if you know what i mean." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crystina&lt;/span&gt;, we said "That's it. She's gonna be an only child - no more." Then 4 years later, we had Carolyn. And once again, said she was the last. Three years later, Twins Part 1 were going to be the last. And again 2 years later after Twins Part 2 we said we were done. We decided 6 was enough and that we would remain content with our 6 girls and live our life. However, I have always had the nagging feeling that I wouldn't be complete without a son. A few times I had voiced my opinion to Chris but he remained firm - no more kids. So, I was absolutely floored when I read this email. I had just voiced my opinion a couple months prior. If we only knew -- that boy was already baking and neither of us knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That early, there was no way to know. But, looking back now, the signs were all there. We just didn't see them. Two days after I conceived, no lie!, I turned down shrimp! Now, anyone who knows me knows that I can pack away 5 lbs of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crustaceans&lt;/span&gt; alone. Chris bought a cooler full of shrimp, brought them home, cleaned and shelled them and then grilled them for me. I immediately turned them down; they absolutely repulsed me. I instead wanted an Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt; sub with extra meat and cheese and jalapeno peppers. Odd for me. Beginning 4 days after "conception", I immediately began wanting &lt;a href="http://www.raisingcanes.com/"&gt;Raising Cane's&lt;/a&gt; food every day. Sometimes 2 or 3 times a day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Admittedly&lt;/span&gt;, it is awesome food, but isn't that an overkill? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;...... A week or so later, I tried to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and got sick to my stomach. I was always moody and emotional. I didn't understand it. I just thought I was getting ready to go through a bout of depression. I finally put 2 and 2 together 10 days after my missed period. I think at that point I really didn't want to believe it. It was in all honesty the worst possible time for a pregnancy. Chris and I were working through our marital problems, he had just been laid off, we were in an area where our family and friends were 1000 miles away. Luckily, our marital and financial situations are just fine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I still pick on him about it. I just think it's so ironic that he sends me an email talking about having a boy, and at that time I was already pregnant with our son -- we just didn't realize it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-602685811105350596?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/602685811105350596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=602685811105350596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/602685811105350596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/602685811105350596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony-ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Irony! Ask And You Shall Receive!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1137172228256976647</id><published>2009-11-24T17:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:18:22.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday -- 10 Things I Am Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/10%20ON%20TUESDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/10%20ON%20TUESDAY/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 Things I Am Thankful For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) My husband, Chris - &lt;/strong&gt;He loves me despite my faults. He accepts me, quirks and all. We have our problems, but in the end we always work it out. Thirteen years and still going strong. We had people telling us we wouldn't last a week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) My 6 daughters: Crystina, Carolyn, Caitlyn, Charlotte, Cheyenne and Courtney - &lt;/strong&gt;Though they drive me crazy and I complain on days, I love my baby girls like no other. I would be lost without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) My unborn son, Connor - &lt;/strong&gt;He's the one I've been waiting for, for the last 10 years. We always said when we got out boy, we were done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) My nephews: Clifton, Christian and Aidyn -&lt;/strong&gt; Clifton is 18 years old and the son of my oldest sister. I spent alot of time with him when he was a baby. Christian is my brother's 2 year old. He'll always be my other "baby boy." Aidyn is my brother's other 2 year old son. I never get to see him or hear about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) My friends - &lt;/strong&gt;The ones who see me through hard times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) My freedom - &lt;/strong&gt;The freedom of speech, the freedom of religion, the freedom to have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) The internet - &lt;/strong&gt;To keep in touch with my friends all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) On line classes - &lt;/strong&gt;Because if I had to sit through Greek Mythology 3 times a week, I would be certifiable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo TV Dinners - &lt;/strong&gt;Have you ever been pregnant? Then you know where I am going with this. These are what I crave. And my Wal-mart actually ran out the other day. The nerve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Louisiana ABC Laws and living in a "wet" parish - &lt;/strong&gt;Well, I'm really thankful for this when I'm not pregnant, but thankful none-the-less. If you don't know what this means, then here's the breakdown: drive thru daiquiri shops, can buy beer/liquor 24/7, and Wal-marts, gas stations, drug stores, etc even sell liquor. Nothing like a 3 am beer/liquor run. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you want to participate in this meme, then go &lt;a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1137172228256976647?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1137172228256976647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1137172228256976647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1137172228256976647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1137172228256976647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-on-tuesday-10-things-i-am-thankful.html' title='10 on Tuesday -- 10 Things I Am Thankful For'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/10%20ON%20TUESDAY/th_untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2191378364580974615</id><published>2009-11-24T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:36:44.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Mama's Holiday Wish List Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaysmama.com/exclusives.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TodaysMama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4ikY3c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Provo Craft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What 5 items are on your holiday wish list this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A new laptop with lots and lots of storage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An accounting tutor who doesn't mind me calling at 3 am if I need help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A day of peace and quiet where all my kids listen and do as they are told (I am seriously laughing out loud as I type that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All new wardrobes for all of us, including Baby Connor for when he arrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All the stuff I need for Baby Connor (I thought the 2007 twins were my last kids. Hahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your favorite handmade gift you have received?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anything made by my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What handmade gift have you always wanted to tackle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pillow and blanket sets for everyone. I'd have to start years in advance just to keep the attention span long enough to make them all. I have made a set for my granddaddy and grandmother in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What was the best Christmas gift you received as a child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Polaroid camera when I was 6. I thought I was cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What items are on your kid’s wish list this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crystina - Wii, Wii games, Nintendo DS lite, games, new MP3 player, Saints and LSU jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carolyn - Wii and games, Nintendo DS and games, Saints jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Caitlyn - WWE wrestling ring and wrestlers, John Cena (don't think I can arrange that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Charlotte - all things princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheyenne - anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Courtney - anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday food? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love the holidays only because of the food. I love turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing all drowned in gravy, corn, butterbeans, apple pie, pumpkin pie. And I always eat 3 plates full! (Then complain I'm getting fat for the next 3 months!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What will you be hand-crafting for the holidays? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nothing, I am afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is your favorite holiday movie? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Favorite holiday song? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like the good old song, Silver Bells. I'm not too much on holiday music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite holiday pastime? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Driving around looking at the holiday lights displays. I still do it as an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feel free to play along. The amazing prizes up for grabs can be found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaysmama.com/full_article.php?id=737"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Thanks to TodaysMama for all of the fun. You have until December 13 to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaysmama.com/exclusives.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;join in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2191378364580974615?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2191378364580974615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2191378364580974615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2191378364580974615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2191378364580974615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/mamas-holiday-wish-list-meme-todaysmama.html' title='Mama&apos;s Holiday Wish List Meme'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6098858865747653973</id><published>2009-11-23T14:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:46:37.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>Missing: SANITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MISSING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If found, please return promptly! Owner is not functioning properly without it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love my kids dearly. I would do anything in the world for them. But some days I feel like they wake up with the intentions of putting me in the looney bin. Maybe they dream at night about all the things they can do throughout the day to just irritate me. Here's the phrases that I honestly get sick of hearing every single day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mama, I don't want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mama, (insert name of a sister here) is (insert an action).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mama, Tina won't let me (insert an action here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna watch cartoons!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Buuuttttt, I donnnn't wannnnnt toooooooo! (Carly is in a whining stage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! (see above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MY MAMA!!!!!!!! (Cheyenne is overly possessive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Leave that alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Leave me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Get away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By the end, I am the one doing "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Some days, I swear they fight and argue from the time they open their eyes until they shut them at night. Whatever happened to "love your sibling". I used to fight all the time with my brother, or so I thought. It's nothing like these 6!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One day, I'll regain my sanity -- I guess in 18 years after Connor is all grown up and out the house too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6098858865747653973?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6098858865747653973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6098858865747653973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6098858865747653973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6098858865747653973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-sanity.html' title='Missing: SANITY'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7068604557466135009</id><published>2009-11-22T12:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:13:03.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy&apos;s Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_221bb130a70f3c51e358bf1ec7e9dcfb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/l_221bb130a70f3c51e358bf1ec7e9dcfb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanted to do today's post about the love of my life, my husband - Chris, and our six daughters. In about 13 weeks, he will finally have a son and not be as outnumbered as he has been for the last 11 years. But, ironically, I cannot find a single photo on any of my online photo albums of him and our oldest daughter together. I know that I have some, somewhere. Well, I kinda found one of them together. It was taken at a distance, so you can't hardly see them, but they're together none-the-less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crystina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This picture was taken on May 14, 2004 -- Her 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. They were flying a kite together..... kind of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=04home2-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/04home2-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy and Carolyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00747vi-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/DSC00747vi-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2005 -- They were about an hour old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He's always nervous about holding one newborn, so imagine how he felt holding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Twinsanddaddy-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/Twinsanddaddy-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy and Cheyenne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_e7ef24a5883ff77c31828ba41941027b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/l_e7ef24a5883ff77c31828ba41941027b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy and Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/DSCF0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7068604557466135009?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7068604557466135009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7068604557466135009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7068604557466135009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7068604557466135009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/daddys-girls.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girls'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DADDYS%20GIRLS/th_l_221bb130a70f3c51e358bf1ec7e9dcfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8418222902640090402</id><published>2009-11-21T13:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:33:28.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A Dirty Word: Procrastinate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pro⋅&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cras&lt;/span&gt;⋅ti⋅&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kras&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tuh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;neyt&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;2. to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This has totally been me lately when it comes to schoolwork! I am so behind, it is really not even funny. I chose to take online classes because let's face it -- I am way too busy to have to go sit in a class at a set time. I have 4 kids under the age of 5. Plus 2 of school age that I home school. I always end up doing my schoolwork late at night after the hubby and kids have gone to sleep. And just like the previous 2 semesters, I have allowed myself to get behind. I always do it. I start out great, everything done each week and always on schedule. That usually lasts a couple of weeks, then I start slipping. In the classes where there is an absolute deadline, as in the professor pulls the quiz off line and refuses make ups, I am usually found doing it within hours of that deadline. And in the other classes where they give you a suggested timeline but all you have to do is make sure you have all assignments done by the last day of class, I am usually working 10 hours a day the last week to get them done. So, this semester is no different. I am once again behind in almost every class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How far behind, you ask? Let's put it this way: I am currently taking 6 classes totalling 18 credits. Here is how far behind I am in them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Accounting for the Small Business - &lt;/strong&gt;I can say that I am not behind in this class. All I have left is my final project due 12/8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Computerized&lt;/span&gt; Accounting - &lt;/strong&gt;Again, I am not behind. I have to complete Chapters 13 and 14 and email 2 reports by midnight EST on 11/22. After that, I have my final test due by 11/29 and my Final Project due by 12/6/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Interpersonal Communication - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Ready for this? I have to complete 5 online discussion questions and 2 papers just to be caught up. I still have 3 online discussions plus a final discussion, 3 quizzes and a final exam that are due by 12/14. Wonderful. This class wasn't even a requirement. I just thought it would be a good subject for someone who wants to work with the public. WRONG! I learned that I was a doormat and my parents set me up for failure as a child. Oh, and I'm prone to health issues due to my communication skills. This class was such a self-esteem booster, I tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Principles of Accounting II &lt;/strong&gt;- This is one of those classes where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt; is strict and you will not ever be behind! I have to complete 2 chapters of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; and 1 quiz by 11/29. I have my (optional) Final Exam and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; problem due by 12/6. I will be taking the optional exam. It replaces my lowest test grade and heaven knows I need a better grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Survey of Economics &lt;/strong&gt;- Just to be caught up I have to complete 1 quiz in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; 3 and 3 quizzes in each of these chapters: 4-15. And complete 3 tests. Then, I still have 3 quizzes in Chapter 17 due by 12/4 and one test due by 12/7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Greek Mythology - &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, just shoot me now!!! I totally hate this class. I had to take a Humanities course for my degree. Yeah, well, this is what you get when you let your husband choose a class for you. I love Mythology, but this class is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;! I have to email my professor because a) I haven't done an assignment in 2 weeks, b) I've missed 2 tests and I know she allows makeups, but I need those 2 tests plus the last one mailed to library in Louisiana so I can have them proctored there and c) For extra credit I am reading Homer's Odyssey and saw another book I want to see if its acceptable and what I need to do for the credit. Blah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And, did I mention that I have registered for my classes in the spring. And again I have probably bitten off more than I can chew: Intermediate Accounting I, Cost Accounting I, Auditing I, Principles of Supervision I, and Principles of Macroeconomics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Right now, the dirtiest word in my vocabulary is procrastinate. Does anyone know if there is a support group for people like me??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8418222902640090402?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8418222902640090402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8418222902640090402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8418222902640090402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8418222902640090402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-word-procrastinate.html' title='A Dirty Word: Procrastinate'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8950499227912958029</id><published>2009-11-20T12:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:45:49.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aloha Friday'/><title type='text'>Aloha Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alohafriday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alohafriday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/alohafriday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For Aloha Friday, I ask a question. I will leave my answer; you leave your answer as a comment. If you wish to participate on your blog for Aloha Friday, go &lt;a href="http://islandlife808.com/aloha-friday/how-to-participate/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So, here's my question for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What movies are on your "Must See" list right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(I'm including a synopsis along with the movie poster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The second installment of Stephenie Meyers phenomenally successful Twilight series, the romance between mortal and vampire soars to a new level as Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart) delves deeper into the mysteries of the supernatural world she yearns to become part of only to find herself in greater peril than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Following Bellas ill-fated 18th birthday party, Edward Cullen(Robert Pattinson) and his family abandon the town of Forks, Washington, in an effort to protect her from the dangers inherent in their world. As the heartbroken Bella sleepwalks through her senior year of high school, numb and alone, she discovers Edwards image comes to her whenever she puts herself in jeopardy. Her desire to be with him at any cost leads her to take greater and greater risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With the help of her childhood friend Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner), Bella refurbishes an old motorbike to carry her on her adventures. Bellas frozen heart is gradually thawed by her budding relationship with Jacob, a member of the mysterious Quileute tribe, who has a supernatural secret of his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a chance encounter brings Bella face to face with a former nemesis, only the intervention of a pack of supernaturally large wolves saves her from a grisly fate, and the encounter makes it frighteningly clear that Bella is still in grave danger. In a race against the clock, Bella learns the secret of the Quileutes and Edwards true motivation for leaving her. She also faces the prospect of a potentially deadly reunion with her beloved that is a far cry from the one she'd hoped for. With more of the passion, action and suspense that made TWILIGHT a worldwide phenomenon, The Twilight Saga: New Moon is a spellbinding follow-up to the box office hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Official synopsis by Summit Entertainment]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) The Blind Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10634_17_poster_1_f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/10634_17_poster_1_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Blind Side" depicts the remarkable true story of Michael Oher, a homeless African-American youngster from a broken home, taken in by the Touhys, a well-to-do white family who help him fulfill his potential. At the same time, Oher's presence in the Touhys' lives leads them to some insightful self-discoveries of their own. Living in his new environment, the teen faces a completely different set of challenges to overcome. As a football player and student, Oher works hard and, with the help of his coaches and adopted family, becomes an All-American offensive left tackle. In the latest chapter of his inspiring story, Oher was a First Round draft pick in the 2009 NFL Draft, selected by the Baltimore Ravens. The Touhys were there to share the moment with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alvin--the-chipmunks-the-squeakquel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/alvin--the-chipmunks-the-squeakquel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pop sensations Alvin, Simon and Theodore end up in the care of Dave Seville's twenty-something nephew Toby (Levi). The boys must put aside music superstardom to return to school, and are tasked with saving the school's music program by winning the $25,000 prize in a battle of the bands. But the Chipmunks unexpectedly meet their match in three singing chipmunks known as The Chipettes -– Brittany, Eleanor and Jeanette. Romantic and musical sparks are ignited when the Chipmunks and Chipettes square off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/SearchPlotWriters?20th%20Century%20Fox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20th Century Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, what are your "must see" movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8950499227912958029?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8950499227912958029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8950499227912958029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8950499227912958029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8950499227912958029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/aloha-friday.html' title='Aloha Friday!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/ALOHA%20FRIDAY/th_alohafriday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-802631125064652858</id><published>2009-11-19T03:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:39:59.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13 --Thirteen Places I Have Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s631.photobucket.com/albums/uu31/thursday-13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TT11.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu31/thursday-13/TT11.gif" border="0" alt="thursday-13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13 Places I Have Been To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In no particular order, except for how the pictures were in my photobucket account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Albuquerque, New Mexico - &lt;/strong&gt;I went here in April 2008. It was for the Nationals for bowling. Chris and a few friends were bowling in the tournament. I would not recommend Albuquerque to anyone. But, that's just me. I was bored senseless. There was some pretty architecture but that's about it. The photo is of the Rio Grande. Not really impressive. It's brown, like pretty much the rest of the city. I did see a road runner and part of Route 66. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABQ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABQ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/ABQ.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Alexandria Bay, New York - &lt;/strong&gt;I went here when I was 9, I believe. My maternal grandmother was born and raised in New York and still has family there. I went with her twice to visit. Now, this place has changed it's name since I was there. It was called the 1000 Islands. Now, it's Alexandria Bay (St Lawrence River). Anyways, we went on the 1000 Island tour which includes islands in both New York and Canada. This picture is of my favorite - &lt;a href="http://www.boldtcastle.com/"&gt;Boldt Castle&lt;/a&gt; on Heart Island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BOLDT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BOLDT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/BOLDT.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Corpus Christi, Texas - &lt;/strong&gt;We went here in April of 2006. It was also for the bowling Nationals. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Corpus Christi. This picture was the view from our hotel. $60 a night for a view of Corpus Christi Bay. I'd go back in a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=corpuschristi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/corpuschristi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=corpuschristi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Fredericksburg, Virginia - &lt;/strong&gt;Woohoo.... a whole 2 hours from where I was born and raised. We took the kids there this past summer to show them some history. This was the building where Stonewall Jackson died. The kids got to hear about how he was wounded, transported and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fredericksburg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fredericksburg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/Fredericksburg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) OBX, North Carolina (Outer Banks: Kitty Hawk, Nags Head, etc) - &lt;/strong&gt;I grew up about 3 hours from here. At one time, my family owned a cottage there and we went every summer. After they sold the cottage, we went periodically for vacation. I went twice with a friend in middle school. Chris used to drive me there for day trips just because. This photo, though, was taken on July 4, 2008 when we went with some friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OBX.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=OBX.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/OBX.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) North Charleston, South Carolina - &lt;/strong&gt;Chris was working on the Ashley River Bridge, so we went to see him. I like Charleston. It's not too bad. This is my favorite hotel there, the Comfort Suites. I so miss my made to order omelets every morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=charlestonsc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/charlestonsc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Virginia Beach, Virginia - &lt;/strong&gt;I grew up an hour away from Virginia Beach. I went there all the time, just not necessarily for the beach. This photo is of my favorite sculpture on the boardwalk. I have always liked Neptune (or Poseidon, depending on which mythology you study).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grey-done-neptune.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grey-done-neptune.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/grey-done-neptune.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Hershey, Pennsylvania - &lt;/strong&gt;I went to Hershey when I was real little. I was maybe 6 or 8. I can't really remember. I don't remember much about the trip at all. But, I remember my souvenirs! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hershey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hershey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/hershey.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Mt. Airy, North Carolina - &lt;/strong&gt;Chris worked here for 2 or 3 weeks. I went there for a few days. I didn't get to see much. I know it's Andy Griffith's hometown. It was also the town he modeled Mayberry after. There is one part of the town set up to look like Main Street, Mayberry. I wanted to see that but never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mtairy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mtairy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/mtairy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) New Orleans, Louisiana - &lt;/strong&gt;I love New Orleans. The first time I saw it was in 2006. It was still in ruins from Hurricane Katrina then. I don't go there that often, but try to every couple weeks. I go to Metairie more than the actual city of New Orleans. This picture was taken from the ferry at the Mississippi River. We had to cross the river from where we parked to get to the aquarium. The French Quarter starts the next street over from where we got off the Ferry. This is kinda like "New Orleans at Night".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/nola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Washington, DC - &lt;/strong&gt;I have been to the Nation's capital numerous times. It's about a 3-4 hour drive from where I grew up. I went there in elementary, middle and high school. Chris also worked on a bridge there in November 2008. I actually spent Thanksgiving there. I would love to go back there again, especially when the kids are older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=washingtondc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=washingtondc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/washingtondc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Watertown, New York - &lt;/strong&gt;This is a part of New York that my grandmother has family in. I have no idea where this pic is from. I went there when I was 6 and 9. I want to go back there one day as well. And I have never been there in the snow; only in the summer time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=watertown.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=watertown.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/watertown.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) White Lake, North Carolina - &lt;/strong&gt;My mom once dated a guy who was from the White Lake area. Actually, the town he was from was 6 minutes away. I used to love to go there. I was the only one who ever liked to go. Oh, well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whitelake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/13%20places/whitelake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="”http://thursdaythirteen.com”"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others’ comments. 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Little Connor is a very active baby. More late at night than during the day. I think I am measuring on the big side for a single pregnancy, but maybe he's just going to be a big boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I will update with a belly picture as soon as I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's some info I found on this week of pregnancy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fundus&lt;/span&gt; (top of the uterus) reaches just above your navel! You are now aware of your baby's movements and may even be able to tell the sleep/wake cycles of your little one. It is important to recognize the signs of premature labor. Premature labor is actually more common in the summer months, thought to be caused by dehydration in some women, so continue drinking lots of water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**My note: I cannot stay hydrated for anything!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your baby is almost completely formed, and is beginning to deposit brown fat on his or her body. The purpose of the brown fat is to retain body heat. Newborns are bad at regulating body temperature at first.&lt;br /&gt;Babies born at this point have some chances of survival with very special care. They will be in the Intensive Care Unit, probably for many months. A major problem with premature babies is lung development.&lt;br /&gt;He weighs in at 1 lb 5 ounces (595 grams) and 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cms&lt;/span&gt; or 11.8 inches total length!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**My note: Connor weighed about 1 lb, 1 oz at 22 weeks.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mom is now visibly pregnant for most everyone to notice. You may feel a swell of pride when talking about her and the new baby. This is a normal feeling, though some men say it really surprised them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**Updated: Thursday, November 19, 2009**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had my 24 week appointment. Everything was good. Connor's heartbeat was 140. I go back in 2 weeks for my 26 wee appointment and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GTT&lt;/span&gt; (Glucose Tolerance Test). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-6861007895935899431?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6861007895935899431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=6861007895935899431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6861007895935899431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/6861007895935899431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-weeks-baby-connors-progress.html' title='24 Weeks -- Baby Connor&apos;s Progress'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1327232916740263505</id><published>2009-11-17T13:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:12:09.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 on Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday -- 10 Things I Wish I Knew How to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10 Things I Wish I Knew How to Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Play the drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Pass an Accounting test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Not listen to the drama of my hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) Stop procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7) Read Homer's work without being bored after the first sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8) Cook rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9) Get my kids to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10) Fly an airplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;** Join 10 on Tuesday &lt;a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1327232916740263505?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1327232916740263505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1327232916740263505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1327232916740263505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1327232916740263505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-on-tuesday-10-things-i-wish-i-knew.html' title='10 on Tuesday -- 10 Things I Wish I Knew How to Do'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7165163890479513128</id><published>2009-11-16T13:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:55:28.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiples and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QOTW'/><title type='text'>5 Small Successes (or maybe large ones?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/QOTW-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is the Question of the Week from &lt;a href="http://multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Multiples and More&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Name 5 small successes in your life from the past week. (and yes, laundry counts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DSCF0341.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Finished 3 chapters of homework, 1 quiz and a test in Principles of Accounting. The success has nothing to do with the grades because they were not successes at all. Just the point that I got them done and before the deadline, was a success. It only took me 9 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Finished my final chapter of Accounting for the Small Business. This included a quiz, short answer questions and hands-on work using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quickbooks&lt;/span&gt; Program. Easy. I will brag about my grade on this one. As my professor wrote "Everything was perfect." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Finished a chapter of homework for Computerized Accounting. This one involved using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Peachtree&lt;/span&gt; program. Again another 100. I can use any accounting program you give me, but quiz me on the principles and I blank out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Bought Connor's coming home outfit. It involves a New Orleans Saints &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onsie&lt;/span&gt; and booties and a pair of jeans. I can't wait to shop more for my little man. After shopping for 6 girls, I am so excited to shop for a boy. Sure, I've bought things for my nephew and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bestest's&lt;/span&gt; son, but buying for my own is so much more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0326a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/DSCF0326a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Swiffer&lt;/span&gt; mop, sponges, rubbing alcohol and a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I guess the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Swiffer&lt;/span&gt; mop is self-explanatory. The small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; is for when my children decide that instead of eating they would much rather crumble their food up on the floor. Too much work to use a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; for a little mess. And the alcohol and sponges are to rid the walls of the creative artwork my 4 youngest have created. Nothing else works, but alcohol. Who knew? If you did, you surely forgot to tell me! Oh, and I also bought bathroom cleaner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;febreeze&lt;/span&gt;, and carpet powder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/DSCF0342.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7165163890479513128?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7165163890479513128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7165163890479513128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7165163890479513128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7165163890479513128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-small-successes-or-maybe-large-ones.html' title='5 Small Successes (or maybe large ones?)'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss293/lanik58/Mulitples%20and%20More/th_QOTW-button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-2272303958398650657</id><published>2009-11-15T14:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:01:30.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheyenne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Twins'/><title type='text'>Looking Back -- October 10, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_e54dc9b572249176a1e07da6e3d3e99a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/l_e54dc9b572249176a1e07da6e3d3e99a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Courtney and Cheyenne on October 14, 2007 when they were 4 days old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed posting about the baby twins' 2nd birthday so I am sharing their birth story now. These were baby numbers 5 and 6 for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been having contractions since I was about 30 weeks. I began begging at 35 weeks to be induced and they kept refusing. I had a couple ultrasounds at maternal-fetal medicine and there was a difference in sizes, but not enough of one to warrant immediate induction. At 36.5 weeks, I finally convinced my doctor to induce me the following Wednesday. That put me at 37.5 weeks. I had made my preparations to go into the hospital that Wednesday morning -- packed my stuff, arranged for the sitter, etc. The Tuesday before, I was in the kitchen helping Tina finish up her science project when I felt a small trickle. I thought nothing of it because my water had to be broken with my last 2 pregnancies. I took a shower, got dressed and went to the bowling alley to watch Chris bowl. I had a trickle feeling all evening, but still kept quiet. As we were leaving the bowling alley, my water completely gushed out. I told Chris we needed to hurry and get my brother (the sitter) and get to the hospital. So, we picked him up, dropped him off with the other kids, and started going to the hospital. About halfway to the hospital, we got a flat tire. Luckily, we had some friends from the bowling alley that lived that way and they picked us up and carried us to the hospital. Once, upstairs they hooked me up to the machines and asked me if I wanted any pain medicine. I said no. They went and called the doctor and he said to wait and see where I progressed to alone. Prior to this, I had been dilated to 3 cm. I still was. So they monitored me overnight. On Wednesday morning, they went ahead and began inducement at my scheduled time since I had progressed no further. Later on in the morning, I asked for some pain medicine but no epidural. I slept off and on. Around 3 pm, the doctor came in and said since I had not progressed at all even with maximum inducement, that a c-section was the only option. I had been in full labor for 24 hours with no progression. Even though I didn't want a c-section, I really had no choice at this point. So, we agreed. They went ahead and prepped me and got me the epidural or whatever it is. I then went into the maternity OR for the c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne Elyzabeth was born at 4:06 pm weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz and was 20.2" long. Courtney Michelle was born at 4:07 pm weighing 5 lbs, 8 oz and was 19" long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough time healing from the c-section. We went home when the twins were 4 days old. They had both dropped weight (Courtney even went below 5 lbs) and both were a tad jaundiced. By a week, they were back to birth weight or higher and the jaundice was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cheyenne was a chunky baby and she is still the biggest. In fact, she wears size 2T-3T while Courtney barely wears 12 months. They are still too loose on her waist, but she needs the length! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2twins2008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/2twins2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2twins2009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/2twins2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pics that I fell in love with when they were little. They were about 4 months old in both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and Cheyenne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_d3fa77831328515504b3a5f8fba12799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/l_d3fa77831328515504b3a5f8fba12799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne and Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_f1c680eea31cdba5553a8654e0b77042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/l_f1c680eea31cdba5553a8654e0b77042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne with the cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/DSCF0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney with the cake (excuse the fact she doesn't have pants on. She won't keep them on!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/DSCF0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-2272303958398650657?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2272303958398650657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=2272303958398650657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2272303958398650657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/2272303958398650657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-back-october-10-2007.html' title='Looking Back -- October 10, 2007'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/th_l_e54dc9b572249176a1e07da6e3d3e99a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7989016762167975053</id><published>2009-11-14T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:35:30.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corpus Christi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Looking Back -- When did Charlotte begin sucking her fingers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, from what I found -- as far back as 6 months old! This is a picture of Charlotte from a couple months ago. She was playing shy girl, but notice the fingers she is sucking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/DSCF0181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, this was Caitlyn and Charlotte from our Corpus Christi, TX trip in April 2006. Caitlyn is on the left and Charlotte is on the right, sucking on her fingers. They were a little younger than 6 months old then. I guess she started that habit young!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=upsettwins3-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/upsettwins3-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And, this was a picture I found and I consider it one of my favorites. I love how they are looking at each other. They have their moments now, but they are pretty much inseperable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01573-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/DSC01573-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7989016762167975053?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7989016762167975053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7989016762167975053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7989016762167975053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7989016762167975053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-back-when-did-charlotte-begin.html' title='Looking Back -- When did Charlotte begin sucking her fingers?'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/th_DSCF0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-4789149694113704872</id><published>2009-11-13T19:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:11:01.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><title type='text'>Mommy Moments -- Sporty Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/search/label/Mommy%20Moments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mommymoments.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week's theme in Mommy Moments is Sporty. So, in honor of that, here are my 2 oldest daughters doing what they love best -- playing in the pool! This was in September 2009 when we took a weekend trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Slidell&lt;/span&gt;, LA. Pools also have a large influence on why Tina and Carly wanted to live in Louisiana - Pools are open much longer, in fact almost year round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/DSCF0234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is my second 2, the 4 year old twins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Charlotte also swimming. This was during the summer of 2007 so they weren't yet 2. They loved to get in these little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt; and just float around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/?action=view&amp;current=l_e3af56738b8ce758e9185edefafeccb0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/l_e3af56738b8ce758e9185edefafeccb0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-4789149694113704872?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4789149694113704872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=4789149694113704872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4789149694113704872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4789149694113704872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommy-moments-sporty-day.html' title='Mommy Moments -- Sporty Day'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Mommy%20Moments/th_DSCF0234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8967084114440959998</id><published>2009-11-12T10:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:45:08.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I have decided to do "Thursday 13" each week. I figure it'd give me something to write about each week. Click &lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to go to the Thursday 13 site. I got the idea for this week's Thursday 13 list from a blog I follow, From Inmates to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Playdates&lt;/span&gt;. Click &lt;a href="http://www.frominmatestoplaydates.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to visit her blog. So, here's my list for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;13 Things in my Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, I bought my purse simply because it had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fleur&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt;, which is the symbol for the New Orleans Saints and it had pink on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/DSCF0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now as for what's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my purse. My husband actually bet me that I didn't have 13 different things in my purse. He lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Wallet -&lt;/strong&gt; I absolutely love my wallet! It has so many compartments and slots. Currently it holds our cash, cards, some business cards, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receipts&lt;/span&gt;, change and ultrasound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;. And a few other odd things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Phone -&lt;/strong&gt; I keep my cell in my purse. My hubby has the same one, but his is blue. Kinda cute isn't it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mine's&lt;/span&gt; pink, his is blue. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Calculator - &lt;/strong&gt;Not just any calculator either, but my Texas Instruments Business Analyst Calculator that I use in Accounting. There's really no reason why it should be in there except my kids like to pretend its a cell phone. So, it hides out in my purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Unopened package of lead pencils - &lt;/strong&gt;I have to buy new pencils about once a week for the kids schooling. This is this week's pack. I have to hide them in my purse as well to ensure that they will be around for Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Pain Reliever &lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks to little Mr. Connor baking in the oven, the only thing I can take for my migraines is regular old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;. I really miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;excedrin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Quarters&lt;/strong&gt;- Currently in my purse is a nice roll of quarters. Yep, $10 worth. It's for when I get bored enough to actually go do my laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Eye Glasses &lt;/strong&gt;- My prescription eye glasses that I have not worn since June. I found them in a side compartment of my purse. Oddly, I can't see when I put them on again. I think it's time for a new script.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Lowe's Build and Grow Clinic Patches &lt;/strong&gt;- My kids get these each time they complete a craft. I currently have patches hanging out in my purse for 4 or so different crafts. One day they'll get put on shirts. Yeah, right! Who am I fooling?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Tylenol Allergy &lt;/strong&gt;- A week or so ago, I started to feel my allergies coming on. The sore throat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;runny&lt;/span&gt; nose, etc. So, I went and bought these. Not the generic brand, but the real Tylenol brand. I took 2. The rest are hanging out until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Keys &lt;/strong&gt;- I have one key to a storage unit in Virginia and 2 keys to a lock box in Virginia. I now own neither of them. Maybe its time to toss the keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Phone Memory Cards &lt;/strong&gt;- For my previous phone. My new phone doesn't have a memory card slot. Oh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gameboy&lt;/span&gt; Game &lt;/strong&gt;- I can't find either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gameboy&lt;/span&gt; and this game is unidentifiable. My kids told me that it was "The Proud Family" game. I'll take their word on it. I wonder where the label went any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Lighters &lt;/strong&gt;- Ironically, I do not smoke. They must be the hubby's. How they made it into my purse, I do not know. But, I know where 2 are if he ever needs one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you have a suggestion for an upcoming Thursday 13? Leave me a comment and I'll save it for future use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8967084114440959998?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8967084114440959998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8967084114440959998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8967084114440959998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8967084114440959998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/THURSDAY%2013/th_DSCF0331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7030417499261252309</id><published>2009-11-11T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:05:07.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><title type='text'>The Same? Or Different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first thing I hear when I introduce my 4 year olds as twins is "Are they identical?" Now, really what do you mean? Do they look alike? I guess in a way they do. They don't really look much alike to me but I guess to strangers they do. Do they act alike? NO! They are as different as night and day. Caitlyn, the older by 20 minutes, is a tomboy. She loves wrestling most of all and wants a car bed. Charlee, the younger one, is a girly-girl. She loves dresses and princesses and even claims to be a princess. Sometimes she'll do the rough and tough playing, but mainly she's the "Oh, no! My hair is messed up!" one. Do I dress them alike? Majority of the time, no. They both have their own taste and choose their own clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Caitlyn and Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_ad90b1d0627541fba466913b5a9a8e06.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/l_ad90b1d0627541fba466913b5a9a8e06.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, the younger set of twins, age 2, even look as different as night and day. It's hard to see in the picture (below), but Cheyenne has dirty blonde hair and Courtney has dark brown hair. Cheyenne wears a size 2T-3T and poor little Courtney doesn't even have the waist for 12 months yet. Cheyenne is the lovey-dovey Mama's Girl and Courtney is the "Don't touch me unless I come to you" one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cescms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%202/cescms.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, honestly, twins does not = identical. They are each their own little person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7030417499261252309?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7030417499261252309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7030417499261252309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7030417499261252309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7030417499261252309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/same-or-different.html' title='The Same? Or Different?'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/th_l_ad90b1d0627541fba466913b5a9a8e06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-3877997530418387880</id><published>2009-11-09T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:26:54.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black and Gold Shop'/><title type='text'>Clothes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After 6 girls, I am estatic to finally be able to shop for a boy! So, we went off searching for Connor's coming home outfit. Now, we have been "feuding" over which college little Connor will be supporting. Mom's vote is for LSU. Dad's vote is for the University of Miami (FL). Now, I have no problem with the U. My favorite football player came from there. But, I want my son in purple and gold! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We have been able to compromise on NFL team. Hubby's favorite is the San Francisco 49er's. But, he compromised and agreed that Connor could be dressed in New Orleans Saints clothes. So, a trip to the Black and Gold Store in Metarie was in order. There I found a onsie and some booties. Now, I really want a jersey for Connor, but the smallest I can find is 12 months. I do not plan on giving birth to a baby that big! A trip to Babies-R-Us got us the jeans and now it is complete. Now, I am still looking for a baseball cap for him, but if I can't find it then no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The outfit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0326a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/DSCF0326a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The onsie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0328a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/DSCF0328a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The booties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0330a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/DSCF0330a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3877997530418387880?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3877997530418387880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=3877997530418387880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3877997530418387880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3877997530418387880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/clothes.html' title='Clothes......'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_DSCF0326a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-5719484979326101446</id><published>2009-11-08T12:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:54:25.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Responses'/><title type='text'>Where do Babies Come From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I held off announcing my pregnancy because I knew the comments and remarks I would hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Do you know what causes that yet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"They do know what causes it and there are ways of preventing it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Are you crazy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....... Whatever happened to the good old, old fashioned "Congratulations!"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm at the point where I want to answer but I know that what I have to say would be considered mean and rude so I with-hold my comment. (FYI - I had written another post similar to this: &lt;a href="http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-have-6-kids.html"&gt;http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-have-6-kids.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel like just saying, "No, I don't know where they come from, please enlighten me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or "Who knows how to prevent this????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or "No more crazy than you for having any kids at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or "We're in competition with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duggars&lt;/span&gt;!!! We're nowhere close to being done!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why does it matter to anyone else how many kids I have? Fine for you if you only want 1 or 2 kids. Makes no difference to me. To each their own. But, please don't question me if I have more than you. Don't question me if I have more than the "norm". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, here's a piece of advice. Don't look at your friend and say any of the far above. Just simply say "Congratulations." It will be much more appreciated, and tolerated, than a dumb response of "Don't you know where they come from?" It makes you sound really dumb to look at a grown woman and ask that question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Besides the general dumbness of the responses, I was really excited to announce this news as after 6 daughters I was FINALLY getting a son! I had never felt complete with each pregnancy. Don't get me wrong. I love each and every one of my daughters. I will hurt anyone who hurts them. I could never imagine my life without them and I would rather die than to lose them. But, with each pregnancy after my oldest, I was somewhat disappointed when the ultrasound showed that little girl part. I was overjoyed when the tech told me 100% without a doubt that this one was a boy. I finally felt complete. I know that this baby will be my last. But when people that have known me for a long time and know how bad I have always wanted a son, say something ridiculous when I announce that yes, I am pregnant with baby #7 and that it's a boy, it really hurts. Sometimes it's just best to say nothing at all if you can't even muster up enough strength to say Congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-5719484979326101446?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5719484979326101446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=5719484979326101446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5719484979326101446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/5719484979326101446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-do-babies-come-from.html' title='Where do Babies Come From?'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7399748550694158569</id><published>2009-11-06T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:50:05.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>7th Time's the Charm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I can finally release this info to the world. But, I have known since July that I was expecting Baby number 7. I have also kept it under wraps because, quite honestly, I am over the whole "Don't you know what causes that?", etc comments. However, I did find out yesterday that after 6 girls, we are going to be having our one and only son! At 22 weeks, he weighs 1 lb, 1 oz and has a heart rate of 157 bpm. His name will be Connor Jamison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22weeks2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/22weeks2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22weeks4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/22weeks4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7399748550694158569?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7399748550694158569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7399748550694158569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7399748550694158569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7399748550694158569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/7th-times-charm.html' title='7th Time&apos;s the Charm!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CONNOR/th_22weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-8194668228965391632</id><published>2009-11-04T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:25:47.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I really didn't have anything to write about today. Or maybe I did and just couldn't remember what it was. &lt;shrugs&gt; Anyways, since I can't remember, I'll post some random stuff about ---- TWILIGHT! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's some cakes I found online. I LOVE the last one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3e25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/3e25.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3e26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/3e26.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3e27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/3e27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Robert and Kristen did a magazine photo shoot and this was my favorite photo from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gallery_main-robert-pattinson-krist.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/gallery_main-robert-pattinson-krist.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-8194668228965391632?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8194668228965391632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=8194668228965391632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8194668228965391632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/8194668228965391632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-wednesday.html' title='Random Wednesday'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Twilight/th_3e25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-9186540443870456558</id><published>2009-11-03T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:21:43.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swarmer Academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Saints and Marshmallow Witches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I am absolutely on cloud 9. My New Orleans Saints are 7-0! One of the only 2 undefeated teams in the NFL this season. Who dat? Of course, they have kept me on the edge of my seat the last 2 weeks. But, in the end they have won. Maybe, they'll have their head 100% back in the game in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; time for Sunday's game against Carolina. This is one they need to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Saints/?action=view&amp;current=who_dat_nation_fb-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Saints/who_dat_nation_fb-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, for Halloween the kids made Marshmallow witches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/DSCF0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The directions are on my home school blog: &lt;a href="http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/11/marshmallow-witches.html"&gt;http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/11/marshmallow-witches.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here are the kids with their witches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/DSCF0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0308.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/DSCF0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/DSCF0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF0306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i954.photobucket.com/albums/ae27/swarmeracademy/Marshmallow%20Witches/DSCF0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-9186540443870456558?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9186540443870456558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=9186540443870456558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9186540443870456558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9186540443870456558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/saints-and-marshmallow-witches.html' title='The Saints and Marshmallow Witches'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Saints/th_who_dat_nation_fb-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-9152924201156701201</id><published>2009-11-01T03:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:39:56.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swarmer Academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I added a post to my home schooling blog. Check it out here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-club.html"&gt;http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-club.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-9152924201156701201?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9152924201156701201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=9152924201156701201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9152924201156701201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/9152924201156701201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-club.html' title='Book Club'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-1217168588077686054</id><published>2009-10-28T01:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:33:09.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swarmer Academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home school'/><title type='text'>The Swarmer Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I added a new post to our home schooling blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lava-lamps.html"&gt;http://swarmeracademy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lava-lamps.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-1217168588077686054?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1217168588077686054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=1217168588077686054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1217168588077686054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/1217168588077686054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/swarmer-academy.html' title='The Swarmer Academy'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-621112705020455974</id><published>2009-10-20T10:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:08:12.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><title type='text'>Looking Back -- October 19 and 20, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01003-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/DSC01003-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Charlotte and Caitlyn on October 23, 2005 when they were 3 and 4 days old. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am sharing the birth story of my 2005 twins, which were babies number 3 and 4 for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I began labor at 30 weeks. I had been hospitalized several times and been given steroids and magnesium. I had been having a rough time. Every time I went in for an appointment, they kept telling me to wait until my body was completely ready to labor. I was frustrated. I couldn't walk, sit or lay down I was in so much pain. I had already moved to sleeping on the sofa because I couldn't get myself on the bed! I had scheduled an appointment with another doctor hoping they could do something for me. I had gone to my regular doctor's office to have my file sent to the new doctor. Later that night my regular doctor called me and asked what was wrong. I flat out told her that I couldn't take the pain anymore, it was time for them to get out! And since she wasn't going to do anything, then I would find someone else who would. I was at the time 35 weeks, 6 days. She said to come in for an appointment the next day (October 19th) and we'd see what we could do. I went in and was still contracting and had dilated to 2 cm. Based on previous ultrasounds, the babies were good sized. The only thing they were worried about was their lungs. She admitted me to the hospital at noon. She agreed to induce me since I had the steroid shots weeks before. By 3 PM when she checked on me, I had not progressed much even with the inducement. She was going to break my water but wanted to wait until after her office closed so she could devote all her attention to me. The hospital had already called in extra staff since 2 women had given birth prior to me, and another had come in that was in labor. She broke my water around 6 PM. By 11 PM I had had enough and asked for an epidural. The anthesiologist (sp) came in and got the needle in my back and about the time I laid back down so they could start the dang thing I had gone from 4 cm - 10 cm! They never started it, but left it there in case of an emergency c-section. I had in the room with me: Chris, my doctor, my L&amp;amp;D nurse (who I had grown up with; she was like a sister to me), 2 nursery nurses, the OR nurse (they had the OR staff there in case of an emergency c-section), the anthesiologist, and sometime or another my mother showed up (uninvited but I was in pain and really didn't feel the need to argue at that moment). I began pushing and at 11:42 PM Baby A entered the world. She weighed 5 lbs, 12 oz and was 19.25" long. The doctor did a quick ultrasound to check Baby B's position. She was head down and ready (they also panicked a bit because after Baby A exited, Baby B moved and they lost her heartbeat for a few minutes). She broke Baby B's water, and I started pushing. Chris and my mom told me to push harder but I told them to shut up and they could push as hard as they wanted when they were the ones giving birth! Baby B was born at 12:02 am on October 20th! She weighed 6 lbs, 8.5 oz and was 19" long. They were both just as healthy as they could be. I even remember telling my doctor "Told you they would be fine." as she was stitching me from where Baby B's big head ripped me (I was fine with Caitlyn). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby A was named Caitlyn Renee. Baby B was named Charlotte Alayna. Charlotte was in memory of my granddaddy, Charles and Alayna was in honor of our best friend who was killed in 2000, John Alan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_ad90b1d0627541fba466913b5a9a8e06.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/l_ad90b1d0627541fba466913b5a9a8e06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Caitlyn and Charlotte in 2009. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-621112705020455974?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/621112705020455974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=621112705020455974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/621112705020455974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/621112705020455974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-back-october-19-and-20-2005.html' title='Looking Back -- October 19 and 20, 2005'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/TWINS%201/th_DSC01003-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-4816681049187582202</id><published>2009-10-20T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:44:36.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Charlotte turns 4!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those that know me, I had twins in 2005. The oldest was born on October 19th at 11:42 pm and the second on October 20th at 12:02 am. So, today the youngest - Charlotte Alayna - turns 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here she is through the years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2005 -- Birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Charlottebirth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/Charlottebirth.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2006 -- 1 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Charlotte1year.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/Charlotte1year.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2007 -- 2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Charlotte2years.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/Charlotte2years.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2008 -- 3 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Charlotte3years.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/Charlotte3years.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2009 -- 4 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CHarlotte4years.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/CHarlotte4years.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PRINCESS CHAR CHAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-4816681049187582202?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4816681049187582202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=4816681049187582202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4816681049187582202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/4816681049187582202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/charlotte-turns-4.html' title='Charlotte turns 4!!!!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CHARLOTTE/th_Charlottebirth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-3565853113495349459</id><published>2009-10-19T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:32:39.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Twins'/><title type='text'>Caitlyn turns 4!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those that know me, I had twins in 2005. The oldest was born on October 19th at 11:42 pm and the second on October 20th at 12:02 am. So, today the oldest - Caitlyn Renee - turns 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here she is through the years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2005 -- Birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Caitlynbirth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/Caitlynbirth.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2006 -- 1 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Caitlyn1year.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/Caitlyn1year.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2007 -- 2 years old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Caitlyn2years.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/Caitlyn2years.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2008 -- 3 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Caitlyn3years.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/Caitlyn3years.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2009 -- 4 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Caitlyn4years.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/Caitlyn4years.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY KITTY CAT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-3565853113495349459?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3565853113495349459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=3565853113495349459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3565853113495349459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/3565853113495349459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/caitlyn-turns-4.html' title='Caitlyn turns 4!!!!'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/CAITLYN/th_Caitlynbirth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-558998155147797432</id><published>2009-06-30T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:10:20.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Where in the US have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just because I was bored! LOL Here is where you can get yours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&amp;amp;chs=440x220&amp;amp;chtm=usa&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,336699&amp;amp;chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&amp;amp;chd=s:99999999999999&amp;amp;chld=ALLAMDPASCMSTNTXFLGAVANMNYNC" width="440" height="220" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;visited 14 states (28%)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa"&gt;Create your own visited map of The United States&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.triposo.com/eg-hurghada"&gt;Best time to visit Hurghada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-558998155147797432?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/558998155147797432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=558998155147797432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/558998155147797432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/558998155147797432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-in-us-have-i-been.html' title='Where in the US have I been?'/><author><name>~ Italian Bella ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928066299797772153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiUepuWZEKQ/SbJgTlluZXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1SRhxxn82LM/S220/PICT0003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-6756318388172969695</id><published>2009-06-21T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:35:00.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to the fathers in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chris, the father of my 6 babies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ATT1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/ATT1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Charles, My Daddy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Me_Daddy-vi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Family/Me_Daddy-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill, My Father-in-law:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913925476904690446.post-7071864308534858202</id><published>2009-06-08T03:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:06:59.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Shockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Saints'/><title type='text'>Jeremy Shockey News from 2009 Mini Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that my favorite NFL player is Jeremy Shockey, the TE for the New Orleans Saints. This past weekend they had a Mini-Camp and here are the updates about him from it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1: Morning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* TE Jeremy Shockey was very involved this morning, making several nice catches and runs after the catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Shockey getting loose down the seam on the final play of practice against the reserves for a long reception.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1: Afternoon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* TE Jeremy Shockey catching a pass in the flat and turning it upfield, muscling his way past pursuing defenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Shockey making a sliding 20-yard catch between the safeties on a pass from Brees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Jeremy%20Shockey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=D78014330480499C996FEF58ECDE064E.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Jeremy%20Shockey/D78014330480499C996FEF58ECDE064E.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* TE Jeremy Shockey making a nice catch and run for a nice gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Shockey catching a pass in front of Sharper, who reached in and wrestled Shockey for the ball as the two fell to the grass field. Shockey retained possession of the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Jeremy%20Shockey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=t2_shockey_si.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Jeremy%20Shockey/t2_shockey_si.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* TE Jeremy Shockey made two nice receptions during the second portion of the team drills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Jeremy%20Shockey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jeremy-shockey-vegas-20081006_zaf_c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt141/bayouitalianbella/Jeremy%20Shockey/jeremy-shockey-vegas-20081006_zaf_c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Head Coach Sean Payton Talks About Shockey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q. Is this the Jeremy Shockey that you wanted to get, the player we saw on the field today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. “It was our first practice and he’s healthy, so you were able to see him move around better. But it’s early and we’ll see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is he as healthy right now as he has been since you traded for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. “I think that’s true. He came here off the injury in New York and then he had the sports hernia. There has been enough time between both of those injuries now to where if he’s not 100%, he’s getting back into a rhythm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has he been at the OTAs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. “We had four OTAs that he was excused from. I use that term although he doesn’t have to be excused from them. There were four OTAs that he wasn’t able to be at, and we’re here at minicamp with eight more OTAs left.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q. What was your reaction to Shockey’s hospitalization? Did you talk to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. “No, I didn’t. I’m sure I’ll have a chance to visit with him here. Really, outside of that, I know it happened on the weekend and out of town. What’s important is that he’s healthy and he gets back to what we’re doing here and getting on the same page with what we’re doing offensively and our quarterback. These repetitions for him – not only at the minicamp but at these next OTAs – are going to be important, especially coming off his injury.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you happy with his attitude throughout the offseason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. “This is the first offseason to my knowledge that he’s been around and been working. I would speak first from a group standpoint and I say this at the team meeting last night, we have a chance to where we’re over 35 players now that are over 100% of the workouts and that’s probably double where we have been in the last two or three years. This is the first year where everyone has been here; in other words we haven’t had a player holding out or not involved. There are various degrees of how much each player has been involved, but overall it has been our best offseason by far.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913925476904690446-7071864308534858202?l=theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7071864308534858202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913925476904690446&amp;postID=7071864308534858202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7071864308534858202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913925476904690446/posts/default/7071864308534858202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theitalianbelladiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/jeremy-shockey-news-from-2009-mini-camp.html' title='Jeremy Sho
