tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145010374283564302024-02-19T09:08:44.626-08:00Daily ElleCourtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-85429754991795665262011-03-27T16:55:00.001-07:002011-03-27T16:55:25.404-07:00Help<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">I know I have what, like 3 followers, but my three followers have quite a few followers and if you guys could repost this story I’d appreciate it.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">I read a blog called <a href="http://www.reagansblob.com/" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(35, 141, 177); text-decoration: none; "></a><a href="http://www.reagansblob.com/" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(35, 141, 177); text-decoration: none; ">www.reagansblob.com</a>, her daughter was born with Cerebro Costo Mandibular Syndrome - I don’t know much about it aside from the fact that she cannot breathe on her own and has never lived outside of a hospital. She is currently in the process of being moved from the hospital she’s been staying in (and has been showing improvement in!) to a long term care facility. Piper was moved to a long term care facility in the past and almost died due to lack of proper care. </strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Reagan asked her readers to help, if they could. I don’t know anyone who could help her, but I thought if I could pass this story on to as many people as possible that hopefully someone will come across it who can help. </strong></span><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "> </strong></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><a href="http://www.reagansblob.com/2011/03/146-miles/" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(35, 141, 177); text-decoration: none; "></a><a href="http://www.reagansblob.com/2011/03/146-miles/" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(35, 141, 177); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.reagansblob.com/2011/03/146-miles/</a></strong></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Thank you.</strong></span></span></p></span>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-66945853567926173732011-03-12T07:17:00.000-08:002011-03-12T07:19:46.506-08:00<div>Still in our pajamas, enjoying a quiet morning. </div><div>I may have given Elle a sip of my coffee - so this whole "quiet Saturday morning thing" could quickly spiral into something really crazy. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTojuyw-TNahTfadf2FEY_7r_5qovQldWezWQIyFpQuQ_X-st3iDHNaGfNBTOOMKCdUKueMBrRrqUKXzrOcUm5u7MGVJTjNh5PWIDfZdQSFyP-1x2jgesUnY5OUdNj9LbshTH7ZvnQorc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-12+at+10.01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTojuyw-TNahTfadf2FEY_7r_5qovQldWezWQIyFpQuQ_X-st3iDHNaGfNBTOOMKCdUKueMBrRrqUKXzrOcUm5u7MGVJTjNh5PWIDfZdQSFyP-1x2jgesUnY5OUdNj9LbshTH7ZvnQorc/s400/Photo+on+2011-03-12+at+10.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583213076793199474" /></a>Happy Saturday!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-19707425773221357812011-02-28T16:21:00.000-08:002011-02-28T16:23:29.311-08:00Tub PoopIt started out being funny, but now it's just a pain in the A.<div>How do I get Elle to stop pooping in the tub? I knew she had to go tonight, I kept taking her out of the tub and putting her on the toilet but she wouldn't go. But sure enough, she took a big 'ol poo in the tub moments after getting back in. </div><div><br /></div><div>Any tips would be helpful!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-56432423693745643382011-02-21T16:26:00.000-08:002011-02-21T16:36:06.505-08:00Mother of the Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRAIyHCRv4WBwlXhqLyHGw38o43ktg1E2eh-OuCiwKrH1isuzoPTXDZuMQ59f3u6HJ47Mo14Hy0vPjjEwZf1EX1YnNnRinGpZebza0EyWdOQRSO2sOEOzSrePzW3A0zhdIbCxkZPORYY/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRAIyHCRv4WBwlXhqLyHGw38o43ktg1E2eh-OuCiwKrH1isuzoPTXDZuMQ59f3u6HJ47Mo14Hy0vPjjEwZf1EX1YnNnRinGpZebza0EyWdOQRSO2sOEOzSrePzW3A0zhdIbCxkZPORYY/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576305743744255986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjh4TLkaw6KPR2RG8QMllSPQweFbihxMSHXGOpneDLbPfmLWxxfvdcFjYuqqPNBruPp6yWLdtlmKSOSzGxu5bi8EuqaXhqvEyF-pmWEvJfGgtp0se36aLTMdl7ToYlaUGKt-a4gbzrLc/s1600/IMG_1580.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjh4TLkaw6KPR2RG8QMllSPQweFbihxMSHXGOpneDLbPfmLWxxfvdcFjYuqqPNBruPp6yWLdtlmKSOSzGxu5bi8EuqaXhqvEyF-pmWEvJfGgtp0se36aLTMdl7ToYlaUGKt-a4gbzrLc/s400/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576305740464616434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rm_gWkkHKky4IQDRqbmfnMyzrNnnHJtxQ4hVg5akvJlxZsopab7iVNFnWpKQprOzSKQNwYhMAqlWluAmR0z0ce_8I4jQOl9GkbW_byxy9ET7mT5PHZnPtnj5ZQ3L80nhmy-ovXlmwvg/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rm_gWkkHKky4IQDRqbmfnMyzrNnnHJtxQ4hVg5akvJlxZsopab7iVNFnWpKQprOzSKQNwYhMAqlWluAmR0z0ce_8I4jQOl9GkbW_byxy9ET7mT5PHZnPtnj5ZQ3L80nhmy-ovXlmwvg/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576305733224755954" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke- -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I pretty much let Elle play with anything (knives and guns aside). Before you call children’s services on me, know that it’s always supervised, but, in hindsight, there are some things she probably </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">shouldn</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">’t play with. For example, beads off of a broken bracelet. But the thing is, when she grabs them, she knows she’s not supposed to have them, and she gives them to me. I know she just as easily could put them in her mouth and choke, but she </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">doesn</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">’t. So there. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">She did however choke once, on a cracker that I normally broke in half for her, but my husband </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">didn</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">’t know that, and she started to choke. In the dressing room of Banana Republic. With me screaming “Call the ambulance!!!” And my husband tipping Elle upside down to dislodge the cracker. Good times. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Side note: not my fault. I </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">didn</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">’t feed her the cracker. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Anywho</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">, tonight, I let her play with her empty bottle of bath bubbles, it had a little water left inside, she tipped it upside down, drank the soapy water, gagged, coughed, and puked up her dinner. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Mother of the year, </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">FTW</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">! (For the win, dad...)</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Cue lecture from my husband about how I let her play with things she </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">shouldn</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">’t play with. </span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I hate to have such a negative attitude about it, but honestly, if I only let her play with baby toys I’d get nothing done because I’d be taking things away from her left and right. Except knives and guns - I take those away from her. Duh. </span></span></span></p></span>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-56698567868307251422011-02-06T07:09:00.000-08:002011-02-06T07:29:56.620-08:00Elleanor is a snarky little girl.<div><br /></div><div>Today is Bryan's day to sleep in. One of us sleeps in on Saturday and the other on Sunday. She's been asking for him; "dada? dada?" and I respond "daddy's sleeping, he'll be up soon."</div><div>She has taken matters into her own hands and is throwing her toys down, on the hardwood floor, not in an angry way, but more in a "oops, my hand slipped and oh look, there goes my heaviest toy crashing onto the hardwood floor.... gee, I hope that didn't wake up dad."</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the thing. She didn't learn that from me. If I want to wake up Bryan I just go and wake him up.</div><div><br /></div><div>You know who is really great at behavior like that though, the elder Eleanor. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yup. Grandma Ellie is the queen of the "oh, I didn't do that..." or the "oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she can pull it off because she then follows it up with "here, let me make you some homemade french toast, eggs, sausage, fruit, orange juice, waffles, pancakes, coffee.... what, your full? but I'm just about to make lunch!" </div><div>And then she hands you your clean clothes that you had no idea she took to wash but, wait a minute, she ironed your underwear and oh my gosh this is amazing, everyone should iron their underwear! And before long you've forgotten that she purposely slammed 3 doors to wake you up because, although you are 10 lbs heavier, you have the cleanest underwear this side of the Mississippi. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-32213502367929470872011-02-02T19:39:00.000-08:002011-02-02T19:48:30.306-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6-4tXLnSXLsWzN4ZkCO-6TGJscFmziZ46JEicPfvSwduUm_GiapvGZPk3BQAhXswbpm7cTEJnWENohIoEaJxnLz3KAmh1sx5LzpbRDNZmF2YfTcF7QAvTZJ5s24bhMZllbQDeKbXxJU/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569304442420740850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6-4tXLnSXLsWzN4ZkCO-6TGJscFmziZ46JEicPfvSwduUm_GiapvGZPk3BQAhXswbpm7cTEJnWENohIoEaJxnLz3KAmh1sx5LzpbRDNZmF2YfTcF7QAvTZJ5s24bhMZllbQDeKbXxJU/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" /></a><br />Aside from having to read this book while bathing she now takes a book with her when she squats to poop. Her squatting spot is in the kitchen, under the breakfast bar. I'm thinking that toilet training isn't that far off.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyoXRiSsyVC3B3Yc4Vc69cY-iG-jchcJUA4RCxpYpnZzONneveVSiduij22vmFgC2jf6C-N-v2CVoRDSVHLVfBni_0rMt_cxBvTPG7rK463SEbgffuTuCFFMW5qbDKdOE4CcmrDPHg9U/s1600/IMG_1213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569304436546932978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyoXRiSsyVC3B3Yc4Vc69cY-iG-jchcJUA4RCxpYpnZzONneveVSiduij22vmFgC2jf6C-N-v2CVoRDSVHLVfBni_0rMt_cxBvTPG7rK463SEbgffuTuCFFMW5qbDKdOE4CcmrDPHg9U/s400/IMG_1213.JPG" /></a> If the look on her face says "Get me out of this $&%^*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ing</span> thing" to you then you'd be correct. She hated it. The end.<br /><br /></div><div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-1116296103473163422011-01-21T05:56:00.000-08:002011-01-21T06:18:29.088-08:00Me = POS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOABh0zFH-0p1baKSsk8YxkhUtKapVyy_uxFSVYhXciCrztcpqBWzFq_TQ-G5uEu_uc1clar8yiUV_SW6-NRq9tr_c8d53CHoDnsYy_www9-QAvJdvClmiCfb_uCav-oJaVoJ2WQRQYiE/s1600/IMG_1263.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564640824239836050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOABh0zFH-0p1baKSsk8YxkhUtKapVyy_uxFSVYhXciCrztcpqBWzFq_TQ-G5uEu_uc1clar8yiUV_SW6-NRq9tr_c8d53CHoDnsYy_www9-QAvJdvClmiCfb_uCav-oJaVoJ2WQRQYiE/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Few things:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. I'm going to change the name of this blog to "Yearly Elle" that way if I post things any more frequently than once a year I'll be doing pretty well.</div><br /><div>2. I've literally been consumed with applying for/interviewing for/studying for a job as a high school guidance counselor at a high school in the area for the last 2 weeks (at least) and finally, after I thought they were going to ask for a drop of my blood, to name my next child after their superintendent, or perhaps, for me to submit to some sort of genetic screening they offered me the job. And I said no....</div><br /><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahahahah</span> just kidding, I said yes. </div><br /><div>I'm pretty sure the only person they DIDN'T call to ask for a reference for me was the babysitter I had growing up. For real. They were calling people that I 1. did not tell them they could 2. did not give them the name of 3. did not give them the phone number of and 4. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, I don't have a four but holy FBI. All I have to say is good thing I have a squeaky clean background because I'm sure they know about that time my dad found a bottle of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bicardi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Limon</span> under the seat of my car but never told me about it. Hi Dad.</div><br /><div>Elle was a little sick yesterday. On the way home from daycare I called her doctor to run through her symptoms, etc. They were supposed to call me back shortly, so I got home, was carrying her in when, what did she do but puked everywhere. E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. Literally 30 seconds later the phone rings, and I'm thinking "oh good, the Doctor is calling" and, I answer. With a moaning/fussy covered in puke baby in my arms. and who do you think it is Mr. FBI (AKA The superintendent) offering me the position. Can you say poor timing. So I talk to him for a bit, explain that I am covered in puke, he offers to call back, and I say "there's no way this is going to be cleaned up in a reasonable amount of time, so we can just talk now" and that was it. </div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Afterwards, when running through the story with Bryan he says "I wouldn't have answered the phone, you could have called him back." Well isn't hindsight just 20/20 Mr. You Didn't Have Puke All Over and Thought It Was The Doctor Calling to Help But Instead the FBI Called to Offer Me A Job So Shut Your Face </div><div><br /> </div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anywho</span>, in the picture above Elle is wearing my necklace, probably some lip gloss, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">bronzer</span>. These are her new favorite toys; my makeup and my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">jewelry</span>. To say that both Bryan and I are terrified of what's to come is an understatement. She knows how to put makeup on, she knows where <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">earrings</span> go, she knows how to put on these necklaces, and will stand in my closet moving her arms back and forth through the clothes like she's trying to decide what to wear.</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I've created a monster.<br /></div><div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-80739491975829381872010-12-20T21:20:00.000-08:002010-12-20T21:31:55.656-08:00Did you know she could spell?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLiii3gAUIix-r8zzHfot3YQ-fJRVSozm5Z-EPVwO94Nosxa8lrHJ53YD-SQVlDo2hDXwzKdSITBukOmSwIRXS7k6yRwbLdHP2BbuV_r9rPIdR_XzhVn3-ZkC_oK-bSMy5SVQhmcXQsE/s1600/CIMG4420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLiii3gAUIix-r8zzHfot3YQ-fJRVSozm5Z-EPVwO94Nosxa8lrHJ53YD-SQVlDo2hDXwzKdSITBukOmSwIRXS7k6yRwbLdHP2BbuV_r9rPIdR_XzhVn3-ZkC_oK-bSMy5SVQhmcXQsE/s400/CIMG4420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553001929065696466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j3HdLGUAXwfMlg-12y7nVdYevaCKe7oIks8gpuy8OsApJdwkupPEEkJlVYIifB1PhbhUIV9LXp7UkQ5DqShyphenhyphengLV1B_pQA8TdOHzqhX2OxtgvDjEKLvJLTnEMMi_bv0uRoDzspRc-4i0/s1600/CIMG4419.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j3HdLGUAXwfMlg-12y7nVdYevaCKe7oIks8gpuy8OsApJdwkupPEEkJlVYIifB1PhbhUIV9LXp7UkQ5DqShyphenhyphengLV1B_pQA8TdOHzqhX2OxtgvDjEKLvJLTnEMMi_bv0uRoDzspRc-4i0/s400/CIMG4419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553001925688432338" /></a>I asked Haley to sit with Elle while she was in the tub for a second and look what I came back to!<div><br /></div><div>What a smart cookie she is! </div><div><br /></div><div>PS That's left over mac and cheese on her face from supper :-)</div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-82880928413216136612010-12-12T16:54:00.001-08:002010-12-12T17:06:29.144-08:00Kahn's a kNifty Knitter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgaQv8jJ4vQCLSJ9XH39EF8LKtll6L4Qtfj8IF2_Ua2kTH6Bxn_x-w10SPk-NC7QwSW_PLE3O8kpGrS4kt3qvu5qHEIchIsmU-uBG7MQ0hEJPumHn2WPm6ZVIMh_rFIfuLZsi9sVk0bI/s1600/CIMG4334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgaQv8jJ4vQCLSJ9XH39EF8LKtll6L4Qtfj8IF2_Ua2kTH6Bxn_x-w10SPk-NC7QwSW_PLE3O8kpGrS4kt3qvu5qHEIchIsmU-uBG7MQ0hEJPumHn2WPm6ZVIMh_rFIfuLZsi9sVk0bI/s400/CIMG4334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549964800911471826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2puHykBfprA2_b-xE5K-Cgl9aIoUo5uQ34qpXSgG8fe0ItDkLX_N6DHv7iz7Har1OhCxCuRMHrYd0LRcWq36SZ4zxfco5Z10brl_CctZANwvlpRWZHK4FsBm2eDhnWk4n5K96RJlwZc/s1600/CIMG4329.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2puHykBfprA2_b-xE5K-Cgl9aIoUo5uQ34qpXSgG8fe0ItDkLX_N6DHv7iz7Har1OhCxCuRMHrYd0LRcWq36SZ4zxfco5Z10brl_CctZANwvlpRWZHK4FsBm2eDhnWk4n5K96RJlwZc/s400/CIMG4329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549964793919116626" /></a><br /><div>Suprise suprise, FOX News is on the TV. This is our basement, otherwise known as Bryan's Cave. We don't spend much time down here, mostly because, the TV is too small (says Bryan). I said we shouldn't even have a TV down there, make it a space we go to have a fire, relax, read a book, etc.</div><div>That went over like a lead balloon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anywho, Con stitched all of our names into the stockings. How fancy, right?!? He's a very crafty and yet, very straight, man. Even though when I was in high school we started a rumor that he was boyfriends with my friends uncle - it was just a rumor. And, even though whenever he goes out to the bars he, without fail, gets a drink bought for him by a very friendly gentleman, he is still not gay. Nope, not gay. Just crafty. You can be both crafty and straight. It's a new generation. </div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-81526457015870874472010-12-12T16:46:00.001-08:002010-12-12T16:54:17.107-08:00Sick Babies are THE WORST<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9nj61f2Ops6OInzFoCTiWqPAMKXXNwqX3f65f_G0dp6iCcuCb-iNZhsHKwM05A0cuAqrAvRV857Hvqca-5ZADCrkOZZNSNaUae53y0tMYZIneInmW7Ynyr9ez5AMpMBwzAc3_VhQImE/s1600/CIMG4304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9nj61f2Ops6OInzFoCTiWqPAMKXXNwqX3f65f_G0dp6iCcuCb-iNZhsHKwM05A0cuAqrAvRV857Hvqca-5ZADCrkOZZNSNaUae53y0tMYZIneInmW7Ynyr9ez5AMpMBwzAc3_VhQImE/s400/CIMG4304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549962361261620658" /></a>This is how Elle spent most of the day today. Either laying on Bryan's or my chest, sleeping or just kind of vegging out. <div>It's such a horrible thing to see Elle sick, mostly because we have no idea what's wrong, aside from a fever. She woke up around 1:30 this morning and her fever was 102.5 which was pretty scary. We gave her some Tylenol and then ended up giving her a cold(ish) bath to cool her down. We were back in bed around 2:30/3:00 am and up again at 6. She's been in her crib asleep for almost an hour now, so I'm running around like a crazy woman trying to load the dishwasher, do some laundry, put clothes away, etc because sick babies are like having newborns. You can't put them down, you just hold them and while I was used to living in an unorganized house when she was little it was driving me NUTS today. </div><div>So I stopped running around like crazy to post this - but I'm off to go finish running. </div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-42359617213893821632010-12-12T16:26:00.000-08:002010-12-12T16:33:49.818-08:00SNNNNOW!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipciWe5VnOkVG0p2xSkHtxqeK2ofPBpNnjve56or9h7mjBF74te0xLpvFlPVES4JUgBjJtefSBYH1s-05aJ3sNha8ogjmD6Tr9ta8pbJYmHwuBWi18HG272Uo37i0y1O_yi8tsPTXEdZc/s1600/163022_582785652567_184600568_33798543_3566399_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipciWe5VnOkVG0p2xSkHtxqeK2ofPBpNnjve56or9h7mjBF74te0xLpvFlPVES4JUgBjJtefSBYH1s-05aJ3sNha8ogjmD6Tr9ta8pbJYmHwuBWi18HG272Uo37i0y1O_yi8tsPTXEdZc/s400/163022_582785652567_184600568_33798543_3566399_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549956956219976722" /></a><br /><div>This was last weekend, Saturday, Elle's first official snow fall. Even though she was born and lived through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">plenty</span> of snows last year she was between 2 and 5 months old when there was snow on the ground, I doubt she remembers it. I mean, she's the smartest baby ever and all, but I'm fairly certain she does not remember. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anywho</span>, she loved it.</div><div><br /></div><div>PS No need to call children's services regarding the lack of appropriate hand coverings, she now has gloves. </div><div>Short story, Con, the mittens you bought to go with her hat last year, well, they don't have thumb holes! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">WTF</span>? So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Toben's</span> wearing them since he has no thumbs, or a brain, but mostly thumbs. </div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-40969566154787012912010-12-05T15:36:00.000-08:002010-12-05T16:50:51.883-08:00Elf Yourself<a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/0ZAIg8bjNUw31q7f">Check out our dancing!</a>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-79160077546366050512010-11-27T20:29:00.000-08:002010-11-27T20:36:29.396-08:00This is how I know she is mine. Volume 1Elleanor laughs when she farts.<br /><br />Which reminds me, dad, do you remember when I had a note sent home in 3rd grade because Kelly and I couldn't stop laughing in class (due to some drilling in the hall that totally sounded like a fart, by the way.) And you said you couldn't sleep all weekend because you were worried that I was becoming a bad kid. I feel like you may have overreacted on that one, no?Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-336612260163911802010-11-19T06:48:00.001-08:002010-11-19T06:48:11.345-08:00Then V NowSo, I’ve recently discovered that this blog has more of an audience than Con (word up, dad) and Perri (hello!) but also a few friends from High School (Hi Haley!).<div><br />I’ve been told, on more than one occasion, that people were surprised that I wanted to be a mom and/or that I am a mom.<br /><br />The last person to say this to me was Haley, a friend from high school, and her statement came with one of the greatest and sweetest compliments one could give another. It also gave me the idea for this blog post. So Haley, if I make any money off of this post, I'll give you 2%. And not a penny more. And don't involve the family of lawyers. :-)<br /><br />The first person who told me that they were surprised that I "had any interest in being a mom" was my Great Aunt Helen and since she’s on more legal drugs than anyone I know (aside from my students, whose drugs are more of the non-legal variety) I kind of blew her off. Although her comment was very rude and condescending (but, I guess everything that comes out of her mouth is... so what's new Mountain Dew?) (PS She's pretty computer savvy, no one gave her this blog link, right? I'd hate to get taken out of the will... she's loaded.)<br /><br />My husband showed great concern during my first weeks of motherhood (you know the constant crying (me, not the baby), the lack of baby talk (me), the detest at changing diapers (not too much has changed in that department), and, in general, my lack of connecting with my daughter. I’m glad Helen’s comment came after I got over the hump of “what the H am I doing with this whole motherhood thing" or I might be referring to her as my late Great Aunt Helen. Bryan waited until I cleared the initial shock/baby blues to talk to me about it (he's a smart one). Looking back on it, it was a tough transition. I'll never forget, right about the time I began pushing (in the hospital) a baby was born a few rooms over, and let me tell you what, that kid had a set of lungs. It literally cried and cried and cried and then for the heck of it, it cried some more. At that point Bryan turned to me and said: "are you ready for that?" and in my head I was like, "nope. let's put this show on hold." I think that I was finally realizing how greatly my life was about to change and I was having a bit of cold feet. I had about 2 weeks of cold feet before I adjusted to motherhood. Can you imagine how terrifying that must have been for Bryan to see his wife operating like "a robot" around his new baby and not knowing how to address it to me? Poor guy.<br /><br />So when people say things to me about me being a mom and their surprise (or some form of that statement) I want to say, "I know, right?!?" because it didn't really come easy to me. I loved her from the minute I saw her. I cried. I knew I would never want anything more than to just spend every minute of every day with her, but the thought of being a mom was so foreign to me. I didn't know what that role entailed. And I'm sure that was because I grew up sans mom.<br /><br />Anywho, long story short, I am now totally THAT mom. I think everyone around me cares about Elle, her poops, her eating and sleeping habits, her favorite books, favorite songs, etc etc etc. This time a few years ago, I was totally not that person. In fact, if the Old Courtney met the New Courtney on the street I wonder if we'd get along? Old Courtney would have probably rolled her eyes at New Courtney and New Courtney would have envied Old Courtney's stylish clothes, skinny legs, rested appearance, etc, but nothing that really matters, because New Courtney's got this cute little baby thing. Babies used to weird me out. I knew they were in the cards for me, but that was about it. And while the thought of more are still scaring the eggs right out of me, the thought of what my life was like without Elle is almost as sad. How cliche is that? But she really is the greatest thing ever. Bar none.</div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-83002791935316214362010-11-13T10:13:00.001-08:002010-11-13T11:00:05.514-08:00"Car"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLHKBzrJI7-QDvo1fSTZm34xdP7P8Y9tf6CMXd3OY1uNq4HMMscbHdf5YGR8JeMxIVK7AdkWaPsa-mxvRELWxDklfAoRfIdGSonEXagdxPOYShe4JCzEJQ125XJkQfgZDyxcWITH4gEI/s1600/2003SaturnIon.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLHKBzrJI7-QDvo1fSTZm34xdP7P8Y9tf6CMXd3OY1uNq4HMMscbHdf5YGR8JeMxIVK7AdkWaPsa-mxvRELWxDklfAoRfIdGSonEXagdxPOYShe4JCzEJQ125XJkQfgZDyxcWITH4gEI/s400/2003SaturnIon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539111055042654226" /></a>Dear Saturn Ion,<div><br /></div><div>You know, I am going to make a personal goal to not swear throughout this entire post, even though, I hate you so much that swearing is really all I want to do when I discuss you.</div><div>We've had a very rocky relationship, you and I. I feel very betrayed by you and wish that you'd just go ahead and die. Sorry to sound harsh, but that is my wish for you. Cars really have one purpose and one purpose only, to transport the driver from point A to point B. But you, Mr. Ion, can't even do that. What good are you as a car if you won't even run? You should be ashamed of yourself. And what's more, it's quite obvious that you would really prefer not to run because when we take you in to get fixed, you run like a champ. (I'd really like to swear at you right now. But I won't stoop to your level). The mechanics turn to us and go, "seems fine to me!" </div><div>Now, I've thought long and hard about how to get rid of you, but I can't quite figure out how to smash you into something without causing harm to myself. I could drive you to a sketchy part of Dayton and hope someone steals you, but really, who are we kidding, you wouldn't start. You'd just sit there and the thieves would lose interest in this so called "car" that doesn't run. </div><div>So listen up, I know you hold the upper hand right now, and I know you're a little hurt because you hardly ever get used, but lets be honest, why would we drive anywhere with you, with the baby in the car, if you just decide not to start? We don't want to be trapped away from home with this poor excuse for a car. </div><div>Now I know we've had some good times together... I can't remember any right now, but I'm sure there were some. I just need you to do whatever it is that you need to do to get yourself together... go to counseling, go find some other Saturn friends and cry about the fact that your company sucks, I don't know, but don't take it out on me. I bought you, ok? I treat you well. I change your oil, wash you, rotate your tires, get you regular tune ups, etc etc. Now do your part and just run. Start when I turn the key. It's really quite simple. </div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-860666830545491972010-11-08T18:46:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:57:12.395-08:00Daylight Savings is a real BWhen you have a baby that is on a routine and you throw in daylight savings time life becomes unbearable. Like I'm pretty sure Miss Daylight Savings is a close relative of the Devil. Yup. I went there. <div>Sunday morning Elle was up a 4:47 AM like IN THE MORNING. Even if it was 5:47 that is still REALLY *FBOMB* EARLY. This morning, 5:45. Let's see what kind of treat I'll have tomorrow morning. Hopefully a nice, 7 or 7:30 am. I'd be good with that. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, Elle moves to the Mobile Toddler room tomorrow at daycare. I don't know how I feel about it. I'm excited because she will have more of a curriculum; reading books, sensory, more things for her to climb on, etc. There are less kids in her room (6) but only one adult. Who is totally weird. But I'll look past that. </div><div>We are still working out the food issue, I don't like a lot of the food they feed the kids there (Doritos, yup, healthy? nope!) chocolate brownies, apple strudel, and a variety of other sugary food that Elle doesn't eat. They are being really good about letting us bring in alternatives, I hate to be that parent, but come on, she's one, does she really need to be eating chips and brownies for snack? </div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-10708992920136784302010-10-27T19:37:00.000-07:002010-10-27T20:05:05.980-07:00Elleanor Had a Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWt23aC-zE-vDdIppnNz1djnor55v35mJ2mdEowtfKqDZ7sSEhOgvlasGwBFevgbGUr9CUR69GKzNhyphenhyphenLCSDki6zAP1VEj5xz7w4BqCuwKOCY1QZe3JifqP7JZvpY3lNtDDFvfoFjMqzM/s1600/CAM_0571.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532924780384669090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWt23aC-zE-vDdIppnNz1djnor55v35mJ2mdEowtfKqDZ7sSEhOgvlasGwBFevgbGUr9CUR69GKzNhyphenhyphenLCSDki6zAP1VEj5xz7w4BqCuwKOCY1QZe3JifqP7JZvpY3lNtDDFvfoFjMqzM/s400/CAM_0571.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0mFxp7dw4TMvVtuBzYuw2gEBqBh6lpIu8jmazSNPnNeq1-XRhhq0sqytK7z_AQGL0o25SueSA2kstm2vFy-swSmcUwqibiG7iRJK4cNgjuARBVa90Bjzg4p0I1VuHJAP-DsKTNsxqTk/s1600/CIMG4102.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532924773335033714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0mFxp7dw4TMvVtuBzYuw2gEBqBh6lpIu8jmazSNPnNeq1-XRhhq0sqytK7z_AQGL0o25SueSA2kstm2vFy-swSmcUwqibiG7iRJK4cNgjuARBVa90Bjzg4p0I1VuHJAP-DsKTNsxqTk/s400/CIMG4102.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXotDKnp1sJVhp89BCRIdxQsXkpo03sGmJRBHcJgLsoMdu_B5xNTULqPUEsDtLqEak5M9TIfD-A_ddONKFdkfoJFIELuHWjLuUrJaz2nnPMsGts5z95f7QrOH_7t-h__K91-cI_bLpCA/s1600/CIMG4102.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 6px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 6px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532924759627969938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXotDKnp1sJVhp89BCRIdxQsXkpo03sGmJRBHcJgLsoMdu_B5xNTULqPUEsDtLqEak5M9TIfD-A_ddONKFdkfoJFIELuHWjLuUrJaz2nnPMsGts5z95f7QrOH_7t-h__K91-cI_bLpCA/s400/CIMG4102.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHX0ZA159yrCcnLTg1imjy0pqApRQXjp8_QBvAR5TP9f0xjMralfIiIDR7SMbfLWqPe9vR9LjVIHa4O3ai-LbhNOlIOw9oZKicOe5NmWaB4IYYSTmhUFN6BQVb4FwwoZkflaZMWomdyl0/s1600/CIMG4098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532921487967238578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHX0ZA159yrCcnLTg1imjy0pqApRQXjp8_QBvAR5TP9f0xjMralfIiIDR7SMbfLWqPe9vR9LjVIHa4O3ai-LbhNOlIOw9oZKicOe5NmWaB4IYYSTmhUFN6BQVb4FwwoZkflaZMWomdyl0/s400/CIMG4098.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjadK4lgNd12MyD_j6xWW5kx70ML9zqYtv6BQUBO-DWJGyfa-nMORYP_UaHj8vx-yBGqTW7if0a_lvSWIZ9rNQyPlQRvF2rYP2FkcK5nQndufNXi1b-Uuz-Fe61YmzOSQYUP0UUYxXXwQw/s1600/CAM_0573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532921482707449730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjadK4lgNd12MyD_j6xWW5kx70ML9zqYtv6BQUBO-DWJGyfa-nMORYP_UaHj8vx-yBGqTW7if0a_lvSWIZ9rNQyPlQRvF2rYP2FkcK5nQndufNXi1b-Uuz-Fe61YmzOSQYUP0UUYxXXwQw/s400/CAM_0573.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVrUGd5UKS2mpTwaXewggooVS4Z4-4I1dnOvgM9xB7bu2WKM7DK5RpYB9JoY4NIUoVjeLLvbsgfnJ5m1pGkSmSt8ziNwVYwrYOxUgAvDpeEFgojhoo-zGkhyphenhyphentgFcEweBiSjIHZE2NCis/s1600/CAM_0566.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532921479715376898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVrUGd5UKS2mpTwaXewggooVS4Z4-4I1dnOvgM9xB7bu2WKM7DK5RpYB9JoY4NIUoVjeLLvbsgfnJ5m1pGkSmSt8ziNwVYwrYOxUgAvDpeEFgojhoo-zGkhyphenhyphentgFcEweBiSjIHZE2NCis/s400/CAM_0566.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyCqQla_VBxbKOnitHWHHObEyjnuAT2qSWfwWqqDjPA3NCc-N7kGCB-KD2SZJEAXrz0Oo6A-QdnVjqEKTMrzGwSKi3ljiAmNE3fK67pshgH_w61ezHLPu7Mnyy4977PWRaRtSPvGFugA/s1600/CAM_0564.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532921475784080146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyCqQla_VBxbKOnitHWHHObEyjnuAT2qSWfwWqqDjPA3NCc-N7kGCB-KD2SZJEAXrz0Oo6A-QdnVjqEKTMrzGwSKi3ljiAmNE3fK67pshgH_w61ezHLPu7Mnyy4977PWRaRtSPvGFugA/s400/CAM_0564.JPG" /></a><br />Here's a few snippets from Elle's birthday party last weekend. It was a little overwhelming for her, which in turn became overwhelming for me as I felt disappointed that she wasn't laughing, having fun, and being her goofy happy self. Buut, as soon as the house cleared out she was back to being the Elleanor we all know and love. So, you missed it, sorry, too bad.<br /><br />She's such a high maintenance little girl and she's only one. I wish I knew where she got it from...<br /><div><div><div><div><div>Also, party planning is hard work and I didn't even handle the food. Next year: sheet cake from the bakery, store bought hats, streamers, etc and a frozen pizza.<br /></div><div>Ok, I'm kidding, I'll have the pizza delivered from Domino's. </div></div></div></div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-6998798386247572462010-10-26T10:44:00.000-07:002010-10-26T10:52:18.091-07:00Fall Fashion - Day Two!!!Here's todays outfit:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYPdyJvjHbklHiEq4Pyx-cc5IuT38wjXUeG9vq6mwhN5c7Zfs_MZlQRqf3Oxs5SCPm9i5Y_aEPSmfDgYTGcBIgyjsnIVDH_kGrixztQrMGH3L7XROTTLlVhKgfzi7c1i62kAgXEnNeGc/s1600/CIMG4111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532412625942266114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYPdyJvjHbklHiEq4Pyx-cc5IuT38wjXUeG9vq6mwhN5c7Zfs_MZlQRqf3Oxs5SCPm9i5Y_aEPSmfDgYTGcBIgyjsnIVDH_kGrixztQrMGH3L7XROTTLlVhKgfzi7c1i62kAgXEnNeGc/s400/CIMG4111.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOyKq8vOGIMIJV6UFKmWOIPxwtBlsk3qUhGpj9pmDzhi-YuxwztZNEwfyRmYQtg1Rjbb7Z0hAgH2RVYXFxiR06EMrc7c6RQkqn1JEGllobrv3wyuyyFPYvzKMuU7gUMGLvPDU8gspi4/s1600/CIMG4112.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532412622322955378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOyKq8vOGIMIJV6UFKmWOIPxwtBlsk3qUhGpj9pmDzhi-YuxwztZNEwfyRmYQtg1Rjbb7Z0hAgH2RVYXFxiR06EMrc7c6RQkqn1JEGllobrv3wyuyyFPYvzKMuU7gUMGLvPDU8gspi4/s400/CIMG4112.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0a2aRejnces8l5kiZcbZnlkk6kme1KAoNKZI1ie2KS-9ed5yrN5dJvWfL1axQig5S-OKVZeSjKPVRGmpuZoChPjGRQEQMa_1wKfF0AgCNEwK9lhUv3_uu-ugytJp3VJqLVamiHqsUQXU/s1600/CIMG4113.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532412620452764386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0a2aRejnces8l5kiZcbZnlkk6kme1KAoNKZI1ie2KS-9ed5yrN5dJvWfL1axQig5S-OKVZeSjKPVRGmpuZoChPjGRQEQMa_1wKfF0AgCNEwK9lhUv3_uu-ugytJp3VJqLVamiHqsUQXU/s400/CIMG4113.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Tops: </strong></div><div><strong> Sweater: </strong>Marshalls</div><div><strong> Tanks: </strong>The floral tank is from GAP and the purple tank is from The Limited</div><div><strong>Jeans: </strong>Express</div><div><strong>Shoes: </strong>Nine West</div><div><strong>Accessories:</strong></div><div><strong> Belt: </strong>vintage</div><div> <strong>Long Necklace: </strong>GAP</div><div> <strong>Short Necklace: </strong>I received this as a gift when Elleanor was born from my husband. It has her name on it and I wear it everyday. I love it.</div><div> <strong>Bracelet: </strong>No clue.</div><div> </div><div>I'm really enjoying looking at all of your pictures and lovely comments. This is so much fun! </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-55134546773633160412010-10-25T15:42:00.000-07:002010-10-25T15:46:04.587-07:00BraggingGuys, can I just brag a little bit and tell you that I have lost 17 lbs! I still have roughly 20 more to go before I reach my pre-baby weight, but I am beginning to fit into some of my old clothes which is such a great feeling! Although, when your old clothes are from almost 2 years ago they aren't quite as fashionable as I remember.... oh well, I won't focus on that!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-84471269541711040952010-10-25T10:17:00.001-07:002010-10-25T10:27:45.126-07:00Fashion: A Case of the Mondays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7hJvOD7HPkhyA883VzBkaNa54kV46dD6tspMCRhuACcgeCjL4bKwfv9W69vMpqRjMa2i6hP5P1Vd2A5kk4QISzrVRCiro8rV96lc9ku5PW6vGkVF4p5CV2DQ7m_a-B71nZ04PlZZy_w/s1600/CAM_0600.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532034622896160562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7hJvOD7HPkhyA883VzBkaNa54kV46dD6tspMCRhuACcgeCjL4bKwfv9W69vMpqRjMa2i6hP5P1Vd2A5kk4QISzrVRCiro8rV96lc9ku5PW6vGkVF4p5CV2DQ7m_a-B71nZ04PlZZy_w/s400/CAM_0600.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPnrow6rYJwkBoodJb27XBSdCwjzyPQgfiRF8PTKVThWn0SpOZ4_qsVrAPosAGSI7yrQQDwJ1_9Rh6gEQltAu_qSETUyvcBvgnmTvWYKA0P6wN-ZEYAbQTpe76AYDyWKsTQ8O1A78ohU/s1600/CAM_0602.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532034618129926978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPnrow6rYJwkBoodJb27XBSdCwjzyPQgfiRF8PTKVThWn0SpOZ4_qsVrAPosAGSI7yrQQDwJ1_9Rh6gEQltAu_qSETUyvcBvgnmTvWYKA0P6wN-ZEYAbQTpe76AYDyWKsTQ8O1A78ohU/s400/CAM_0602.JPG" /></a> Elleanor had her first birthday party this weekend! </div><br /><div>I'm not a fan of my outfit today, so I thought I'd start this post on a high note with the cutest baby ever.</div><br /><div>Here's what she wore:</div><br /><div><strong>Top: </strong>Made by mama (ok, I bought the t shirt from Hobby Lobby, but I sewed? sewn? on the number) Woah, definitely was not an English major in college.</div><br /><div><strong>Skirt: </strong>Made by mama</div><br /><div><strong>Leggings: </strong>Baby Legs </div><br /><div><br />Sigh... now to me.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILMB-lIWlN8AcXw0Nr5qclwGtL3Xth__E2b-l2l0HQVZYP3YCSuCyLxsvX8vZYhZZ7rdZi6wSJph_-jZtHMtoEHXjzzFougP-59Uy_Ci39wW_Yq2wXuCrtl8UUjJC9aJ8VmTjmfjREJM/s1600/CAM_0606.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532034608300700706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILMB-lIWlN8AcXw0Nr5qclwGtL3Xth__E2b-l2l0HQVZYP3YCSuCyLxsvX8vZYhZZ7rdZi6wSJph_-jZtHMtoEHXjzzFougP-59Uy_Ci39wW_Yq2wXuCrtl8UUjJC9aJ8VmTjmfjREJM/s400/CAM_0606.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBEeerug2C4pDCAY6AktjdbwkDD6qOjjfvzJ5-m4n4NoRPacqIZk8ljFoyKcthWYeSPYFRbZ1CdvexRP2Gym1iFMtgdsrSiKIvyLS8yezGJ8vrwNTorWO5cLR5cQgZfZed2kB3ruyAD0/s1600/CAM_0605.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532034603946352450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBEeerug2C4pDCAY6AktjdbwkDD6qOjjfvzJ5-m4n4NoRPacqIZk8ljFoyKcthWYeSPYFRbZ1CdvexRP2Gym1iFMtgdsrSiKIvyLS8yezGJ8vrwNTorWO5cLR5cQgZfZed2kB3ruyAD0/s400/CAM_0605.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNSab_rmIu-ieJsFoemsblUFKGkrHWdXuRXCC8jedqpleOBxMDIksGHGUSuFdx6eOK5Au5uMyN5ZPdswgRm0zFMxlOOrz62biiv9JEu-ZseBXKO9nlqi-_aHA9tHlMF7LqIGBQLiqrYA/s1600/CAM_0604.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532034596683377026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNSab_rmIu-ieJsFoemsblUFKGkrHWdXuRXCC8jedqpleOBxMDIksGHGUSuFdx6eOK5Au5uMyN5ZPdswgRm0zFMxlOOrz62biiv9JEu-ZseBXKO9nlqi-_aHA9tHlMF7LqIGBQLiqrYA/s400/CAM_0604.JPG" /></a> Since it's Monday, and I'm working from home, I really didn't put the effort into this outfit that I should have. I know a lot of you "bank" outfits and use those on the days when your style isn't up to par, I should have done that today! </div><div>I was going to point out everything I hate about this outfit, but who wants to hear me whine anymore than I already have?</div><div>So I'm done.</div><div> </div><div><strong>Jeans: </strong>Seven for All Mankind</div><div><strong>Top: </strong></div><div>Tank - Express</div><div>Sweater - Thrifted</div><div><strong>Shoes: </strong>Rampage (They are the clogs that are totally in right now and I'm not sure I am on the bandwagon with them or not)</div><div> </div><div>Better outfit tomorrow, I promise!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div></div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-38400711145133799152010-10-15T18:16:00.000-07:002010-10-15T18:18:56.082-07:00FALL FASHION!!!See this little icon right there ---------> ?<br /><br />It's a little fashion week that a few blogs that I read have done for a while. I've always looked at everyone's posts longingly wishing I could/would have participated. And now, I'm gonna do it, baby!<br />Hopefully I drop a few more LBs before then so I can hopefully, cross your fingers/toes/eyes, whatever you can cross and wish me luck so that I can pull off some cute outfits that don't involve leggings!!!!<br /><br />Fun stuff!<br /><br />I may feature some cute Elleanor outfits too!!!!!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-2387550008054206012010-10-15T17:59:00.001-07:002010-10-16T06:06:58.202-07:00A Nice Fall Evening<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScU28JLxmahi-xH_wENlukrV1Tez1kuEpxks05Z0vEiPRKRCCP6j9PpopFbeygTif17OrdvKpPkrM_MWf9n29luWR_Ur_6yWySSHDc7oE4spSSr0DkmgwtDTTjZmXC6jP2tH9LcLVUcw/s1600/CAM_0558.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528443411561163554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScU28JLxmahi-xH_wENlukrV1Tez1kuEpxks05Z0vEiPRKRCCP6j9PpopFbeygTif17OrdvKpPkrM_MWf9n29luWR_Ur_6yWySSHDc7oE4spSSr0DkmgwtDTTjZmXC6jP2tH9LcLVUcw/s400/CAM_0558.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXVJLKPUmYkkmkc9jOHgHriNcAX6EAMd59Bw01BNlFP3I_hfzG2d_OemcW8U5ja7P5xbhGyRb8OaEA7jh5HFox2E3bQhLU-LZZSpwTN9ctsR9-NdqlpnEBKJhPWnXd-0wYwXAggd5J9I/s1600/CAM_0557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528443404880680210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXVJLKPUmYkkmkc9jOHgHriNcAX6EAMd59Bw01BNlFP3I_hfzG2d_OemcW8U5ja7P5xbhGyRb8OaEA7jh5HFox2E3bQhLU-LZZSpwTN9ctsR9-NdqlpnEBKJhPWnXd-0wYwXAggd5J9I/s400/CAM_0557.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslqzUc0S1A9Cb5BcUIFCrxNQFVXgqheJkUhKJpRS6AwsIuEDWFev1HRDjwQ9GGa3uF1fEWEarHGMWu0OThMCmTdcnWn3LFWOHbkhRjehOLmyih2cB7BvmXgZFsAEW8jO69aruqm4afQ0/s1600/CAM_0556.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528443401732036898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslqzUc0S1A9Cb5BcUIFCrxNQFVXgqheJkUhKJpRS6AwsIuEDWFev1HRDjwQ9GGa3uF1fEWEarHGMWu0OThMCmTdcnWn3LFWOHbkhRjehOLmyih2cB7BvmXgZFsAEW8jO69aruqm4afQ0/s400/CAM_0556.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIYcMzOSXMP2CsBqpcicVTtpD53VjFkDHVCCB_pQDt_BmMKQzDcAzpCtRJz901_P4vnvaYr2a1124qgRTYNliBe0nzKSqc1l_7bYVe4yDyGmUdtshmVmqCwNlmho8Do_a4U763XfHXh8/s1600/CAM_0555.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528443397388006386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKIYcMzOSXMP2CsBqpcicVTtpD53VjFkDHVCCB_pQDt_BmMKQzDcAzpCtRJz901_P4vnvaYr2a1124qgRTYNliBe0nzKSqc1l_7bYVe4yDyGmUdtshmVmqCwNlmho8Do_a4U763XfHXh8/s400/CAM_0555.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp85qTfzB4kW3Olftzxt7urZhWM4qnexLdqx0GD60b1DhuXhmno27O9ZyHwi7WdGm4kSRf8oYuG8JwHWkQEImprCjqiwssoap4pszFFnlaQRLPXPbttjvetQCea8RMGlqqFf1RpxOdqWU/s1600/CAM_0554.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528443393327882290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp85qTfzB4kW3Olftzxt7urZhWM4qnexLdqx0GD60b1DhuXhmno27O9ZyHwi7WdGm4kSRf8oYuG8JwHWkQEImprCjqiwssoap4pszFFnlaQRLPXPbttjvetQCea8RMGlqqFf1RpxOdqWU/s400/CAM_0554.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So, since the sun wasn't shining, my husband decided to join Elle and I on our walk to the park. I thought that daylight harmed vampires, but it must only be direct sunlight?</div><div>Kidding. Bryan's not a vampire.</div><div> </div><div>We took a family walk to the park tonight. It was lots of fun! But a tad chilly.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Elleanor</span> turns one on Sunday! </div><div>I may cry! What happened to my BABY?!?!<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-60050640020447972902010-10-06T12:15:00.000-07:002010-10-06T12:32:03.665-07:00RizandomHere's a few random thoughts that are going through my head right now:<br /><br /><br />1. I should NEVER be allowed to "work from home" because, as you can see, I'm updating my blog while "working".<br />2. This whole diet thing really sucks. Like major. But, this is the price I pay for eating the last two years like it was my job. And I was damn good at it. I got several promotions while eating for my job, I made my way all the way up to CEO of the eat like it's your job company. My area of speciality: shit food (read: chocolate, chocolate, sweets, chocolate, chips, cookies, fast food, pizza, etc)<br />My motivation to get back to my pre-baby weight: wearing my True Religion's. Shallow? Perhaps.<br />3. Elleanor's cute. The end.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1i4DAdidk3MyTvRL3i0-XAGbpw86cCNt4AAXjDvb9UEc_yRkjAk13OGQkCTNtbccDr__Ik9D54XNE7Jfey_AM5Zwu0mnsvRjwNE4ZG4JYWpc0yQvyM4dZGKffn-aBNlRlXop2xXXHkc/s1600/0812.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525016559512762370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1i4DAdidk3MyTvRL3i0-XAGbpw86cCNt4AAXjDvb9UEc_yRkjAk13OGQkCTNtbccDr__Ik9D54XNE7Jfey_AM5Zwu0mnsvRjwNE4ZG4JYWpc0yQvyM4dZGKffn-aBNlRlXop2xXXHkc/s400/0812.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRT6ySFVbpJIktqYN5HnVeWagEdNbxdaKQ2-nCE-2-E96oz9pFugEKDYlafCs4qcikTKJ9q_iUIWdQY5oWV3h-QRj-XFVV4DM3ZTmi_9O0AnN7q-ecJ6HzUgIRu6ZQiCFbeaodsI_JD8g/s1600/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525016045251577890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRT6ySFVbpJIktqYN5HnVeWagEdNbxdaKQ2-nCE-2-E96oz9pFugEKDYlafCs4qcikTKJ9q_iUIWdQY5oWV3h-QRj-XFVV4DM3ZTmi_9O0AnN7q-ecJ6HzUgIRu6ZQiCFbeaodsI_JD8g/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHt3l1A__RJ1fqIKkC_yCieelbskc5jr08R-G-POzr8Igx0LsWZZJeQat7FU7IXRKAfV8Vz-4esEWB58N5Su-8oP67cZRDUHiP2E0_mW2DEE5opmmA8_xxiWehgbUiIevB3TlbC3eBFrI/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525016040582911586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHt3l1A__RJ1fqIKkC_yCieelbskc5jr08R-G-POzr8Igx0LsWZZJeQat7FU7IXRKAfV8Vz-4esEWB58N5Su-8oP67cZRDUHiP2E0_mW2DEE5opmmA8_xxiWehgbUiIevB3TlbC3eBFrI/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1o7VWAEcXITMSowP4Rsn92ae5jN5SVYWkVgjpCNaJlHZ9VPw3FmN6cjwVfBeNis4o-lEB0HBjZXG6mBGKvBWjpnUlIiKjsMFrty87GgBl4Tc5Jmnt8Srh0Ht0iGnCpiNiLLvH3kAFaQ/s1600/0572.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525016029455514562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1o7VWAEcXITMSowP4Rsn92ae5jN5SVYWkVgjpCNaJlHZ9VPw3FmN6cjwVfBeNis4o-lEB0HBjZXG6mBGKvBWjpnUlIiKjsMFrty87GgBl4Tc5Jmnt8Srh0Ht0iGnCpiNiLLvH3kAFaQ/s400/0572.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfojbv5Py6Le1SnrvHglkwvdvYRjlijUyOFpPn_FNquZOPXLJ2wcx1_zrumirg5NfZCGEVomawexMfRlYjb7nAtQHDJCKaZs5QEZk_hD9vcLLyOieY7sjdj33IMv6Un8W8gpcd2OuM0Bw/s1600/094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525016025321855170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfojbv5Py6Le1SnrvHglkwvdvYRjlijUyOFpPn_FNquZOPXLJ2wcx1_zrumirg5NfZCGEVomawexMfRlYjb7nAtQHDJCKaZs5QEZk_hD9vcLLyOieY7sjdj33IMv6Un8W8gpcd2OuM0Bw/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /></a>I love this picture!!!!</div><br /><div></div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-64124980429253782732010-09-27T06:22:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:28:41.181-07:00Elleanor is almost one!Holy Moly! Elleanor will be one in less than a month!<div>Where the H has the time gone?</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some little known facts about my little turkey:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. She loves it when you tickle her chin</div><div>2. She loves her puppies, but Toben is her favorite. </div><div>Note: She is NOT Toben's favorite. It is a very complicated relationship that these two share.</div><div>3. She loves to be chased around the house. Her favorite is to run around the fridge.</div><div>4. She loves to give kisses and hugs.</div><div>5. Her favorite game is "peak a boo" and she knows how to say boo.</div><div>6. She does not like it when I pretend to cry. She starts to cry too. </div><div>7. She says "mama", and sometimes "mom". The other day in the car, she said mom so clearly and firmly that I thought I had a 8 year old in the back seat.</div><div>8. She loves to push boxes (diaper boxes), pick them up, move them around the house, etc</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all for now.</div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814501037428356430.post-71086585727364904172010-09-21T18:06:00.000-07:002010-09-21T18:08:18.321-07:00Crocs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAROCbt7t1ip0B3D0FMi2ABmCq7voEUoKcY7zwz6OC3yKH-2dDsBYx3zjNN8s2-WY2gP2rO6hkioFaI6JpzpA04cS6DCNnrp3kyD8uqPQjq5peUxzs_PSKCQDV_9ZaItu-0UDZYgQTc0/s1600/59876_575963469277_184600568_33614798_2760418_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAROCbt7t1ip0B3D0FMi2ABmCq7voEUoKcY7zwz6OC3yKH-2dDsBYx3zjNN8s2-WY2gP2rO6hkioFaI6JpzpA04cS6DCNnrp3kyD8uqPQjq5peUxzs_PSKCQDV_9ZaItu-0UDZYgQTc0/s400/59876_575963469277_184600568_33614798_2760418_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519538442700926418" /></a><br />How cuuute are these shoes?Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234593161630018144noreply@blogger.com0