<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163</id><updated>2009-12-20T20:58:19.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Beach Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>Coming to you from the beach with a Kindergartner and a Toddler.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-2249919309269097280</id><published>2009-12-20T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:58:19.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>So, as we are totally snowbound on the Jersey Shore here are a few Christmas Photos of my boys for you to enjoy. The Kid will be 5 1/2 in January and the Baby will be 15 months on Wed. I can't believe the time goes so fast...but the days feel so slow! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;And if you click on over, there is another visit with Santa on my header. The Baby was not thrilled AT.ALL. with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the fire company that my hubby is a member come to the house on the firetruck last night to deliver a couple presents (that were bought, wrapped and dropped off by us) to the boys. Oh man. The Baby couldn't believe Santa was in our house. He flipped. So glad this stranger in a red suit is only once a year...and it's almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500649640664946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/Sy7UI0BHn3I/AAAAAAAABXE/6VDdJ0IKqGc/s400/Picture+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/Sy7UIR6IPYI/AAAAAAAABW0/EYPPAkd3wfA/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500640484539778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/Sy7UIR6IPYI/AAAAAAAABW0/EYPPAkd3wfA/s400/Picture+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/Sy7UH-2VYwI/AAAAAAAABWs/a6R0r5ExFDo/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500635368350466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/Sy7UH-2VYwI/AAAAAAAABWs/a6R0r5ExFDo/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-2249919309269097280?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2249919309269097280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=2249919309269097280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/2249919309269097280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/2249919309269097280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/Sy7UI0BHn3I/AAAAAAAABXE/6VDdJ0IKqGc/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-5472074057267047184</id><published>2009-11-16T21:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:33:18.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity encounter'/><title type='text'>I'm still going to the beach</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. Who the hell is this person and where has she been. Is what you are all saying...if there are any of you left here at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about blogging everyday and I do miss it. I am still here reading everyone and commenting when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am peaking out of my crazy life for a moment to tell you that my Baby is almost 14 months old andwherethehelldidthetimego? He is walking and babbling and growing way too fast. The Kid is 5 and enjoying every minute of Kindergarten. (full day, bytheway) We are all doing well. Other than growing not much around here has changed. We did finish the construction upstairs and moved up there last May. My grandparents that live with us were here for the summer. My grandmother broke her hip, recovered beautifully and they have already gone back to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the real reason I just had to blog tonight, I wanted to share..... It was such a beautiful day that we blew off TaeKwonDo and went to the beach. And guess who was there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruce Springsteen!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404891040962179314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SwIHw_I98PI/AAAAAAAABWc/ifExl3fagHM/s400/Picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so nice and was taking pictures with anyone who asked. It was just a few scattered people, but hey, he didn't have to do that. It was my first real celebrity encounter and it was awesome....now I want to bump into Jack Nickelson or Bon Jovi...they are all local Jersey guys too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-5472074057267047184?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5472074057267047184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=5472074057267047184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5472074057267047184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5472074057267047184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-going-to-beach.html' title='I&apos;m still going to the beach'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SwIHw_I98PI/AAAAAAAABWc/ifExl3fagHM/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-1571608018671394706</id><published>2009-04-01T19:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:35:46.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is so close I can taste it!</title><content type='html'>So guess what? I'm pregnant again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL FOOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are getting so big. I am on my laptop so I don't have pictures on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kid is coming out with some doozys. I was using my navigation on my phone last week in the car and he says from the back seat. "Mom, when the rays of the sun hit your phone the shininess gets in my eyes." So I had to move my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Today he says, "Mom, did you know that the sun is a star? And when we are waking up the other side of the world is going to sleep." Where did he hear that? I ask.... "Blue's Clues." Glad we are sending him to pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby is rolling all over the living room. He just rolls and rolls and rolls. It's just a matter of time before he is pulling himself up. He will be 7 months old on the 23rd this month. I believe that the Kid was was cruising around by then. Oh boy. But we don't even have full sitting up alone yet. So we may get a little delay. YEA! I am not ready for another mobile baby. He does the Pilate's move when you lift up your legs and your head and kind of balance on your butt. Very funny. He is trying so hard to sit up. He can stay for about 10 seconds and then he tips over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April and May are uber-busy. This weekend we have egg hunts galore. Then Easter weekend the Kid starts his peewee soccer every Saturday morning. I can't wait to see the pack of kids running up and down the field after the ball. I start my running class every Sunday morning the week after that in prep for the 5K I will be running at the end of June. I did walk a 5K last Saturday and it was nice.  I borrowed a friends double jogger and it was great having both boys with me.Now I am on the hunt for a cheap used double jogger. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking a lot lately and I have lost 41 pounds since the day I gave birth six months ago. That excites me! I am below 185, and I haven't been there in about 3 years. I am still dairy free for the Baby so I am sure that has a lot to do with it. I am afraid to try anything. It just breaks my heart when he screams. My pedi doesn't think it has anything to do with the dairy. At his 6 month visit he told me so. He also told me that I can 'let him cry' to get him to sleep better. He actually told me that it would take up to an hour of crying for him to 'learn' to self soothe himself.. WTF? I like this doctor for the fact that he is always available (he sends his off hours calls right to his cell) but really? an hour? After 5 minutes I want to cuddle the Baby. I am more of a &lt;a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/"&gt;'Dr. Sears' &lt;/a&gt;type mommy. Not a Dr. Ferber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I finally got a post update and it's not just pictures. I am still reading all your blogs...they are just in my reader now. I try to buzz through them, but I don't always have the time to click over and comment. You all know your kids are adorable too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-1571608018671394706?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1571608018671394706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=1571608018671394706' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1571608018671394706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1571608018671394706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-so-close-i-can-taste-it.html' title='Spring is so close I can taste it!'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-6367099186660769563</id><published>2009-03-22T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:24:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top O' The Morning to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwm7eD4yI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7LZ7rjF7ejY/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315075061840077602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwm7eD4yI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7LZ7rjF7ejY/s400/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwmo1dbfI/AAAAAAAABRI/7b4cMVcOggw/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315075056837946866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwmo1dbfI/AAAAAAAABRI/7b4cMVcOggw/s400/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwmb_zq8I/AAAAAAAABRA/WYfvTQe3lBc/s1600-h/0317091228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315075053391686594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwmb_zq8I/AAAAAAAABRA/WYfvTQe3lBc/s400/0317091228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-6367099186660769563?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6367099186660769563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=6367099186660769563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/6367099186660769563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/6367099186660769563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-o-morning-to-you.html' title='Top O&apos; The Morning to You'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLwm7eD4yI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7LZ7rjF7ejY/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-1471756617147521866</id><published>2009-03-20T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:17:00.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>Seriously. look at those eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvHqIu2NI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zKy48FYsukY/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315073425099643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvHqIu2NI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zKy48FYsukY/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvHa0cGQI/AAAAAAAABQw/sVOsxPymW5s/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvHLQHwfI/AAAAAAAABQo/Ot2mUrz9jk0/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvHMxE_cI/AAAAAAAABQg/W8RaAjeLTyU/s1600-h/0317091228.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvG7DeqYI/AAAAAAAABQY/fN6d4MMomNk/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-1471756617147521866?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1471756617147521866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=1471756617147521866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1471756617147521866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1471756617147521866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously-look-at-those-eyes.html' title='Seriously. look at those eyes!'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLvHqIu2NI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zKy48FYsukY/s72-c/Picture+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-6245710251672221821</id><published>2009-03-19T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:17:22.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>Should be sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't been around, but here are a few shots of the boys that I have been taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now they are both sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In no particular order. We have some beautiful blue eyes, a tinkertoy snowman, a baby that can put both his big toes in his mouth at the same time, a Valentine's Day photo at the rehab my mom went to after her knee replacement (she is fine, thanks), and a couple kids playing in the tub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were all taken last Feb. and I will try to get some up from March....sometime before April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315071185413797842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLtFSqA99I/AAAAAAAABPw/oR1YGaatKTs/s400/0227091320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315071189776160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLtFi6FVdI/AAAAAAAABP4/V2F6hRnvWus/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315071197895551330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLtGBJ5aWI/AAAAAAAABQA/4DjoINTz1tQ/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315071201316365490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLtGN5e5LI/AAAAAAAABQI/sIHjOnyww1I/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315071208929223522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLtGqQh42I/AAAAAAAABQQ/SOIR9lz_elQ/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-6245710251672221821?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6245710251672221821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=6245710251672221821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/6245710251672221821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/6245710251672221821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-be-sleeping.html' title='Should be sleeping'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/ScLtFSqA99I/AAAAAAAABPw/oR1YGaatKTs/s72-c/0227091320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-2157074009048610197</id><published>2009-02-23T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:42:30.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Tickets to the Circus</title><content type='html'>A really quick post...just to tell you my friend, Ice Cream Mama, is having a contest to win 4 tickets to the circus here in Jersey. Go check it out if you are in the area and want to win...or not, then I can win. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Click Here to visit her and let her know I sent ya! ----&gt;  &lt;a href="http://icecreammama.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-wants-to-go-to-circus.html"&gt;CIRCUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-2157074009048610197?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2157074009048610197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=2157074009048610197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/2157074009048610197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/2157074009048610197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/tickets-to-circus.html' title='Tickets to the Circus'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-4527497213699081368</id><published>2009-02-20T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:18:26.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>I'm still here, a zombie, but here.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been a very bad bloggy friend. I have been trying to read every one's blogs, I just haven't had a chance to comment. I haven't had a chance to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month the Baby decided to start screaming. The ear piercing can't hear my self think want to cry with him screaming. He was in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we would push through his once a day screaming session. Then the next day he would be just fine, so we didn't call the doctor...right away.  The screaming session slowly moved earlier and earlier until he had one at 2 in the afternoon. I called the doctor. It was 2 weeks later. He was on vacation so we went to his dr that was filling in. She heard the screams in all their glory since she did a strep test on him since his throat was all red. (It was negative.) She told me he had reflux and colic. She prescribed Zantac and told me to lay off the dairy and the chicken. Huh? What the hell am I supposed to eat?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing some online research (including reading the dairy chapter in Skinny Bitch &lt;- don't do it...) And I decided myself that I was going to start with going completely dairy free to see if that helps with the pain. Well as of today the Baby has been on the Zantac for 15 days, I have been completely dairy-free for 11 days and he has been screaming in pain-free for the last 9 days. I don't know if it's the medication or the no dairy...but I'll take it and keep going until he is scream free for 2 full weeks. So cross your fingers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still not sleeping very well. He is up anywhere between every half an hour to about an hour and a half. I don't think he has slept more than a 2 hour stretch in a month unless he was on my lap, including naps.  I am this close -&gt; &lt;- to letting him in the bed. It would totally keep me sleeping a bit longer if I don't have to climb out of my warm bed, make the trek out to the living room to nurse, wait until he is in a deep sleep and then put him down, hope he stays and try to fall back asleep myself. The Kid co-slept with us from 6 months to 18 months and I haven't decided if I want to do that again. The Baby will be 5 months old this Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if lack of sleep wasn't enough, to top off my lack of computer time...we just got Fios installed last week and our main computer (with all my passwords/pictures/favorite places, etc) has been moved upstairs. We are still not living upstairs, but will hopefully be up there within the next 2 weeks or so. Until then, I go up there occasionally to use the main computer but I have been on my laptop downstairs slowly finding all my sites again on here. So please forgive me for being a bad commenter. I will be back in full swing soon. I am going to try to post some of the many pictures I have taken in the last month this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I sign up the Kid for soccer. On Tuesday I sign him up for KINDERGARTEN!! Holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-4527497213699081368?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4527497213699081368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=4527497213699081368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/4527497213699081368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/4527497213699081368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-here-zombie-but-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here, a zombie, but here.'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-453665528570978741</id><published>2009-01-30T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:57:01.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Swing Ride</title><content type='html'>I took the Kid to a local play place where they have swing sets inside! It's where we had his 4th birthday last summer. I need to get him out of the house and running around but the weather is just not cooperating. The Baby got to go on his first ride on a swing! Something I was sure wasn't going to happen until spring. He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHSLwP0WzI/AAAAAAAABNo/iqj2nnO5u7I/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745736136055602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHSLwP0WzI/AAAAAAAABNo/iqj2nnO5u7I/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHSLlejZ3I/AAAAAAAABNg/AJfLE5njKBM/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745733245069170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHSLlejZ3I/AAAAAAAABNg/AJfLE5njKBM/s400/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One Millionth Swing Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745743722688098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHSMMgnLmI/AAAAAAAABNw/mzKMwZ2z9yU/s400/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-453665528570978741?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/453665528570978741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=453665528570978741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/453665528570978741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/453665528570978741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-swing-ride.html' title='First Swing Ride'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHSLwP0WzI/AAAAAAAABNo/iqj2nnO5u7I/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-5017190473582010040</id><published>2009-01-29T09:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:56:37.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long long week and just getting longer by the night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Baby has taken up a new hobby of ear piercing screaming. In the beginning it was longer than an hour. It was and still is only once at night, somewhere between 8pm-12am. It has since gotten shorter in the screaming and a bit longer in the sleeping. Probably because he tires himself out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I tried the gripe water that a friend had given me and it worked like a charm. I also tried some white noise. The fan above our stove is perfect for that. I am thinking of bringing the baby's bed into the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the Baby at 4 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296744558242954338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHRHMQN_GI/AAAAAAAABNI/pAL60MXlPH8/s400/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296744566211505090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHRHp8Ea8I/AAAAAAAABNY/yrGcttpMJ8Q/s400/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296744563414731410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHRHfhRCpI/AAAAAAAABNQ/fFlRffUwZ6o/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-5017190473582010040?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5017190473582010040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=5017190473582010040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5017190473582010040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5017190473582010040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-long-long-week-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SYHRHMQN_GI/AAAAAAAABNI/pAL60MXlPH8/s72-c/Picture+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-8306324567554422278</id><published>2009-01-18T06:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:00:01.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Thirty-Two</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 32. I am trying not to think about it. So I think I am going to try to give you 32 things about myself. I will try to give you things that I haven't blogged about yet. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was on the track team 4 years in HS, and 2 years in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ran the 100M hurdles and the 400M hurdles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was on the field hockey team 2 years in HS and 1 in college. College was too damn competitive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a Delta Phi Epsilon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most of college was a drunken blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I graduated with a BA in Law &amp;amp; Justice, but never knew what I'd really do with the degree. It took me 4 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I went to the police academy in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was 60 pounds lighter in 1999 than I am now. Did gravity change since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I met my husband while we were working as special police officers on the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love steak! Especially when my mom makes it on the grill after marinating in her special sauce for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. I love to read fiction. Usually cop dramas. Mostly while nursing these days. But my favorite place to read is the beach...but probably not this summer with the Baby eating sand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. I am a TV-aholic. I record at least 2 hours a night, except Thursdays I have 5 HOURS of shows I watch. Plus ABC Soaps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. I am tender-hearted - I truly would never intentionally hurt a friend and if it happens accidentally I am sorry and I mean it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. I am proud to be a Jersey girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Outside America, I have been to Mexico (Cancun), Spain (Madrid &amp;amp; Tenerife) and Saint Lucia (honeymoon).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Inside America, I have been to NY, PA, New Orleans LA, FL, DC, Ocean City MD,  Myrtle Beach SC, WI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. I believe our trip to a wedding in WI is where were conceived the Kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. I also believe our trip to a wedding in the Keys in FL is where we conceived the Baby. Hubby doesn't think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. I am told my smile is my best feature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. I want to tattoo my boy's names on me but I don't know where, or if I'll ever have the guts or the money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. I am a total mutt. I have Irish, English, Swedish, German. My Hubby is 3/4 Irish and 1/4 Russian - that's it! So my boys: mutts like me with some added Russian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. I love to ride my bike. Especially when I have a kid on the back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. I have one best friend that I have kept since we met in first grade. Our mom's were Girl Scout leaders together and we thought we were hot sh!t. Now our sons will grow up together - they are a year apart. And that makes me very happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. I have played the flute since 5th grade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. I can also play the piccolo and I was in the marching band and concert band in HS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. I went to a dance school during HS. I did tap &amp;amp; jazz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. I am oblivious to local &amp;amp; world events, but I wish I wasn't. I just don't have time to watch the news.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. I love coffee with French Vanilla flavor milk in it and lots of sugar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. I have one brother, 2 girl cousins and 6 boy cousins on both sides of my family. I am the oldest out of all of them. I am sad that my boys have no cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. I have known my Hubby for 10 years. We've been married for 6 years this April.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Obviously, I LOVE THE BEACH!&lt;/p&gt;32. I also love comments and hope I can get more than 32 on this post.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-8306324567554422278?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8306324567554422278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=8306324567554422278' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/8306324567554422278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/8306324567554422278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/thirty-two.html' title='Thirty-Two'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-229849953141996372</id><published>2009-01-14T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:40:00.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taekwondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><title type='text'>My 'Karate' Kid</title><content type='html'>OK, so it's not Karate. Karate is from Japan. My Kid has started Taekwondo. That is from Korea. According to one of the dittos that we got in the info packet from the school "Saying that Taekwondo is Karate is like saying our football is the same as England's rugby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went to this school for years and started when he just older than my Kid. He achieved a black belt and went all over for competitions and won many trophy's. I am not sure that is a goal that the Kid understands right now or if one that he would want to pursue. He is just having so much fun . He has been really enjoying it and looks forward to it much more than he did when he went to the Little Gym. I thought that it was going to be so expensive, but it turns out it's no more per class than the Little Gym, and here he will be working toward real goals (belts) instead of just taking classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so proud of himself when he got his white belt during his second class. Three months from now, if he practices and does well in class, he will have his yellow belt. It's a Lil' Dragons program for 4-5 year olds. They don't really learn the whole form or get solid belts. They learn respect for themselves and others, discipline, self-confidence and self-esteem. Their belts have a color stripe going through them. They don't begin the solid belts until they are 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cute is he in his uniform?!?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290927435435135666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SW0meFF60rI/AAAAAAAABJg/qLqX2JCkaWw/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-229849953141996372?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/229849953141996372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=229849953141996372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/229849953141996372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/229849953141996372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-karate-kid.html' title='My &apos;Karate&apos; Kid'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SW0meFF60rI/AAAAAAAABJg/qLqX2JCkaWw/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-4205654891092739956</id><published>2009-01-13T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:08:23.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>4AM Freakout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;While we are talking about sleeping arrangements. How many of you know the feeling of waking up refreshed and feeling wow, how long did I sleep? Only to realize as you look at the clock that you last looked at it over 7 hours ago? Not many? Me either, until this morning. And it freaked me the hell out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been able to put 2 coherent sentences together these last 2 weeks, hence, no posts. The Baby has been up and down, up and down and up and down every 2 hours or so for a while. And oh my lord, why won't he nap?? I get about 15-20 min on my lap after nursing and when I try to put him down...eyeballs wide awake ready to eat again or play. I am assuming he was having a massive growth spurt. I can't wait to see what he weighs on his 4 month visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway. picture it. 4AM. I wake up and realize I last looked at the clock at 9PM. Rushed out to the Baby's pack&amp;amp;play to make sure he was still breathing. Yes, that kind of freakout. He was fine and still sound asleep. Took another hour to calm myself down and then I hear the 'I'm hungry' fuss start around 5AM. He eats, goes back down and I don't hear from him again until 7:30. Nice. Cross fingers that we are now in a nice sleeping pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cats love the Baby. They let him pull their hair. They have always been great with babies. They have never once hissed, scratched (on purpose) or bit the Kid or the Baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779268700242258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWyfto_hAVI/AAAAAAAABJA/BejNSx9zeM8/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that is freaky Bob the Builder PJs that have no head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left: Abby, Right: Zoe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no, I didn't name them after Sesame Street characters. We had them before we had kids&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290777022538100834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWydq5YusGI/AAAAAAAABIw/RNDMyx1nrys/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just look at those eyes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290777015961652722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWydqg4yDfI/AAAAAAAABIo/QwgGq46okv8/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&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/1451007022809313163-4205654891092739956?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4205654891092739956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=4205654891092739956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/4205654891092739956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/4205654891092739956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/4am-freakout.html' title='4AM Freakout'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWyfto_hAVI/AAAAAAAABJA/BejNSx9zeM8/s72-c/Picture+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-9156914819216027701</id><published>2009-01-08T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:03:01.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Arrangements</title><content type='html'>So the poor Baby has been sleeping in his bassinet for over 3 months. He was starting to get a little bit cramped in there. We are still not moved upstairs and we do not have any room to put his crib yet. Hell, we don't even have room to get my poor 4 1/2 (almost) year old a twin bed and get him out of the tiny toddler bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the 'before' pictures. They were taken on exactly 12/23 when he was 3 months old. Because I realized after he was already asleep for the night (I hoped) that I didn't take one picture of him all day when he turned 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996137938393602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8eG90mgI/AAAAAAAABH0/1cjnzntE3IU/s400/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not much room to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8dmIUKqI/AAAAAAAABHs/3Aqij91eHu0/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996129124035234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8dmIUKqI/AAAAAAAABHs/3Aqij91eHu0/s400/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pulled out the pack and play. It has that little extra bassinet on top so I don't have to lean all the way down to put him to sleep. And here is the 'after' just a couple nights ago, after we got him back out of the swing at night while he was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8dGoWBWI/AAAAAAAABHk/IXK8skWkB68/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996120668439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8dGoWBWI/AAAAAAAABHk/IXK8skWkB68/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;All the room in the world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8c7tmTcI/AAAAAAAABHc/2cDgEwp5bc4/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996117737688514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8c7tmTcI/AAAAAAAABHc/2cDgEwp5bc4/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-9156914819216027701?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9156914819216027701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=9156914819216027701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/9156914819216027701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/9156914819216027701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-arrangements.html' title='Sleeping Arrangements'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK8eG90mgI/AAAAAAAABH0/1cjnzntE3IU/s72-c/Picture+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-397803967271040391</id><published>2009-01-07T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:12:01.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>A Random Wordless Wednesday - almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Giving me the finger.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998264249623042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK-Z4F7IgI/AAAAAAAABIE/Fil7dm4gni8/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998247533674434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK-Y50h_8I/AAAAAAAABH8/lEVd1-cBfZ4/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's an odd angle because I was wearing him on our walk when the Kid was riding his new bike for the first time. I guess that's what he thought of the fact that this bike would one day be his. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-397803967271040391?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/397803967271040391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=397803967271040391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/397803967271040391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/397803967271040391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-wordless-wednesday-almost.html' title='A Random Wordless Wednesday - almost'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWK-Z4F7IgI/AAAAAAAABIE/Fil7dm4gni8/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-8589105470028824223</id><published>2009-01-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:00:01.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Loot</title><content type='html'>So Christmas morning has come and went. And I am WAY behind on my posting. Unfortunately the Baby got his first bad cold on Christmas Day. He started coughing and he was all congested. He was barely sleeping and had to go back in the swing to be upright. The Kid had it first and passed it on. Then I got it the weekend after Christmas and was miserable. But, we made it and are all better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only think that the Kid asked for from Santa was the Diego Dino Mountain Play Set. Well, Santa had to come through with that one....even though the Kid already has a big Diego play set that he got last year and is taking up space in the toy area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559096114027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEu-7TDGoI/AAAAAAAABFs/evtn2ymocoY/s400/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And what Diego Dino set would be complete without the Dino Rescue Jeep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvAWQv7mI/AAAAAAAABGE/_JqVFfrl1Xc/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559120532008546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvAWQv7mI/AAAAAAAABGE/_JqVFfrl1Xc/s400/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Daddy got him a toy jackhammer...which he saw at Target and LOVES, although right now I have no clue where it is. We also got him a bunch of workbooks. He loves doing mazes and letter books, so I have a pile of about 10 books he can pick and work on at any given time. He also asked for treasure chest. I found a box and filled it with some pirate booty. Of, course I missed pictures of all this stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was breakfast time. Bacon and Mickey shaped chocolate pancakes are the favorite around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559126007496962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvAqqNQQI/AAAAAAAABGM/b8V_C2LsnSU/s400/Picture+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby got this ball in his stocking and loves to hold it and try to bite it. It's so freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEu_6Uda9I/AAAAAAAABF8/oBhfWgu5UHQ/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559113031379922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEu_6Uda9I/AAAAAAAABF8/oBhfWgu5UHQ/s400/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to the in-laws. Hubby's brother &amp;amp; sister got him the Smart Cycle. Grandma got him the Cool School keyboard with extra games. So far he is loving both and I would recommend them. Although, we need to get another game for the Smart Cycle, he is getting bored of the one that comes with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559779438718210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvms4WbQI/AAAAAAAABGc/sTiAQLeN8UI/s400/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the Baby got mostly teething rings and savings bonds, and he was happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559768154592514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvmC2AVQI/AAAAAAAABGU/fNGhGIqRmeM/s400/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, and 'Santa' found a few of the Kid's old toys and wrapped them up and stuck them under our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559789912481234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvnT5fXdI/AAAAAAAABGk/mQZhKcvQ7q0/s400/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559796060724786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEvnqzWHjI/AAAAAAAABGs/MrFjPbhlW3Y/s400/Picture+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my Dad's side of the family over at my Grandfather's house. The Kid got Diego Crocs for the summer and a Handy Manny truck that turned into a work bench. It was nice the first 2 days when we didn't realize it had noise. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are in a holding pattern until we can move upstairs. There are just a couple doors to hang and some trim to put up. Some paint to paint and we are DONE! When this happens I am cleaning out the toy area. It is horrendous! I want to donate it to some shelters and churches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-8589105470028824223?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8589105470028824223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=8589105470028824223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/8589105470028824223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/8589105470028824223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-loot.html' title='Christmas Loot'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWEu-7TDGoI/AAAAAAAABFs/evtn2ymocoY/s72-c/Picture+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-1964793349045320243</id><published>2009-01-05T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:24.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><title type='text'>Look What The Kid Bought With His Christmas Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWKQBPH8yII/AAAAAAAABHU/nLWjAbMFsKI/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287947263400528002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWKQBPH8yII/AAAAAAAABHU/nLWjAbMFsKI/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's his very first 2 wheeler. It's a 16" wheel! He skipped right over the 12" wheels. When we went to the beach path last week on a freak warm day we brought his tricycle to ride and realized he is just MUCH too big for that thing. We talked him into using the money he has saved in his bank and the money he got for Christmas to buy himself a big boy bike. I think he will take care of it more if it was just under the tree. He made sure he and Daddy put it away in the garage, in case it rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a big boy, and sometime this month we will be signing him up for KINDERGARTEN! Oh.My.God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-1964793349045320243?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1964793349045320243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=1964793349045320243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1964793349045320243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1964793349045320243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-what-kid-bought-with-his-christmas.html' title='Look What The Kid Bought With His Christmas Money'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SWKQBPH8yII/AAAAAAAABHU/nLWjAbMFsKI/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-1599932252774873474</id><published>2009-01-03T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:24.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess now is as good as time as any to catch up on some Christmas cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Christmas Eve we go to my mom's house for dinner. It makes it so much easier on Christmas to make one less stop. That was mostly because we used to live in North Jersey and didn't want to drive all over the state and have to mush in all our visits in one day. My best friend since 1st grade always comes over to spend some Christmas cheer with us. Her son is the Kid's buddy. Can you believe my Kid is a year older than hers? Well, 11 months. Seriously, His Buddy is an inch or 2 taller and they both look so grown up sitting there so nice. Yea, that lasted about 30 seconds. They were tearing up the place and wrestling most of the time they are together. They are going to be big trouble together when they are older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little devils, er, I mean angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286080105983944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvt2XtuqKI/AAAAAAAABEA/4G3Xbw_2HSg/s400/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Baby was very interested in the toys my mom had that make music, move and ring bells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286080091634437378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvt1iQijQI/AAAAAAAABDw/0TBX3GAXiPI/s400/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love love love the Baby in his green Christmas diaper!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286080100382352962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvt2C2NJkI/AAAAAAAABD4/WsZaY3PCD3A/s400/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Kid got lots of fun stuff at Grandma's house. (Thanks Mom!) She refused to buy him any toys, our house already looks like a toy store threw up after a bad night with Jose. No toys, except for the Hess truck that she gets him every year. That is one of his favorite things. But I missed a picture of that one because he got to open that before his buddy came over...and I neglected to pull the camera out. Anyway...here are a few cool things he got, and my polite little man said thank you after every one and was beyond patient to open them. I was pleasantly surprised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is his new bank. It records all the money that goes in. He got it with a few bucks in it. He has since emptied out his piggy banks in there and has over $34 now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286081075131595186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvuuyEiObI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dbFMsdA3g24/s400/Christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is my world traveler brother. My mom got them both world maps so they could pin point all the places he has been...except, she accidentally got one world map and one US map. We took the US, he has to learn his states eventually anyway. He already can find about 8 states on a map and knows about 4 or 5 capitols. Thank goodness for his USA placemat. We'll get the world map too, eventually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286081094711324018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvuv7AtLXI/AAAAAAAABEY/P8VUvpdLJgU/s400/Christmas+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at that face because grandma and mommy made him try on his new beach towel for a photo. 'just let me play with my Hess truck.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286081105168122626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvuwh9zQwI/AAAAAAAABEg/qnk4oMtmpic/s400/Christmas+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is our tree after Santa visited at 1am. Photos of Christmas morning to come...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286080112047196066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvt2uTUh6I/AAAAAAAABEI/4G6Jlyes24U/s400/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-1599932252774873474?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1599932252774873474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=1599932252774873474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1599932252774873474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1599932252774873474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-2008.html' title='Christmas Eve 2008'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvt2XtuqKI/AAAAAAAABEA/4G3Xbw_2HSg/s72-c/Picture+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-1740002942584065976</id><published>2009-01-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:24.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathtime'/><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>Here is a clean new years baby...out with the dirty and in with the clean! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting nekked under that towel until I go get the soap I forgot, please don't pee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvrnrjU3VI/AAAAAAAABDY/n4qbv-gWsKA/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286077654587727186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvrnrjU3VI/AAAAAAAABDY/n4qbv-gWsKA/s400/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Making sure the baby doesn't fall while mommy gets a picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286077663859778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvroOF9IfI/AAAAAAAABDg/VeDbHm5KXgg/s400/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is loving the bath, you wouldn't know it by his face, but he was watching his brother on the counter kicking and didn't cry a bit...this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286077677907655234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvrpCbOukI/AAAAAAAABDo/mjiEAlkTEDM/s400/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&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/1451007022809313163-1740002942584065976?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1740002942584065976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=1740002942584065976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1740002942584065976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/1740002942584065976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvrnrjU3VI/AAAAAAAABDY/n4qbv-gWsKA/s72-c/Picture+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-3251710598739724033</id><published>2008-12-31T16:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:24.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>See Ya 2008</title><content type='html'>Wow. 2008 is just an inch away from being gone and 2009 is banging at the door. I have been around reading a bunch of blogs and almost every one has a nice recap of 2008 with some photos or an actual montage set to music. Well, I have barely had time to write any post this month, I can try to get around to that next year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am thankful for in 2008 is my beautiful baby boy and the very cool big brother, the health of my family, the fact that Hubby has some pretty good job security, a new home, a new car. And here's to wishing some more plentiful thankfulness (is that a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;?) in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you all a Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286075593020039682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvpvrnSYgI/AAAAAAAABC4/-55An-5psnk/s400/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286075602798335282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvpwQCnVTI/AAAAAAAABDA/2Xle668p6Dw/s400/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286075611631647506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvpww8o-xI/AAAAAAAABDI/jDYH2UkKopA/s400/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, those are my socks he is wearing as gloves. hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-3251710598739724033?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3251710598739724033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=3251710598739724033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/3251710598739724033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/3251710598739724033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/see-ya-2008.html' title='See Ya 2008'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVvpvrnSYgI/AAAAAAAABC4/-55An-5psnk/s72-c/Picture+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-8848544317708693969</id><published>2008-12-30T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:24.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Our Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whoops. So I thought I had a few posts scheduled to come out during the Christmas week since I knew I was going to be so busy. Well, I did it wrong. So the next week I will try to get these posted. This is the post I was going to put up on 12/16.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUVhQHFZduI/AAAAAAAAA9o/prR8Iq-L0AE/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279733067569264354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUVhQHFZduI/AAAAAAAAA9o/prR8Iq-L0AE/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285652950024395250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVppWnwzGfI/AAAAAAAABCQ/wuDKz08tp1g/s400/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUVhQF3vtSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DFzAyI09018/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279733067243566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUVhQF3vtSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DFzAyI09018/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out last Friday &lt;em&gt;(12/12)&lt;/em&gt; to get our tree at a little place around the corner from us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kid had so much fun just running in and out and between the trees. We picked the most perfect little tree, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653135133559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SVpphZWQy1I/AAAAAAAABCY/5tCG7k8vYCk/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-8848544317708693969?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8848544317708693969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=8848544317708693969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/8848544317708693969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/8848544317708693969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-tree.html' title='Our Tree'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUVhQHFZduI/AAAAAAAAA9o/prR8Iq-L0AE/s72-c/Picture+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-7640992625756687840</id><published>2008-12-19T16:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:41:54.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bummed. We were supposed to go up to a friend's house only 30 minutes north of us, but at her house, SNOW. At my house rain rain rain. So we have postponed for another day. Our kids make Christmas cookies each year and exchange little gifts. This year we decided to have the kids make gifts for each other. I can't tell you all what my Kid made for his girlfriend, yet. Her mom reads here, and it's a surprise. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we will see them Monday and in the meantime...we made a kick ass gingerbread house in the non-Christmasy weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very proud of his work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281618719817979234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUwUPhHN1WI/AAAAAAAABCA/BXHB0cMJmfM/s400/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281618726687903058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUwUP6tIjVI/AAAAAAAABCI/O7pDJGKep78/s400/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the sleeping Baby in the swing... the very rare nap. I don't think he has napped longer than an half an hour a day in a week... but the plus side, he only gets up 2 or 3 times at night and goes right back down after nursing for about 15 min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-7640992625756687840?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7640992625756687840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=7640992625756687840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/7640992625756687840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/7640992625756687840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-cant-catch-me-im-gingerbread-man.html' title='You can&apos;t catch me, I&apos;m the gingerbread man!'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUwUPhHN1WI/AAAAAAAABCA/BXHB0cMJmfM/s72-c/Picture+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-5497620374517654403</id><published>2008-12-15T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:32:08.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><title type='text'>How's the Weather?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was us yesterday. I took this myself. Hubby was at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173941226234690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbyOVcQY0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/WWFaOCTPtJw/s400/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in the house most of the day in PJ's. I didn't want to go anywhere. It was too cold and cloudy and just looked crappy out there. But, after the 7th hour of Backyardigans I decided I HAD to get the Kid outside and get some energy out and get some fresh air. So I bundled us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173934532242594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbyN8gSLKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AUAGzw49HTg/s400/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rode up and down the driveway about 20 times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173938696314674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbyOMBE3zI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/poPOaa-g9oo/s400/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I sat them together for a cute brother's shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173946152077618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbyOnyqyTI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ijeRNUSuu30/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us TODAY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280174811137947714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbzA-HXuEI/AAAAAAAAA-w/saWr8C8zjgI/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280174820536454434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbzBhIJjSI/AAAAAAAAA-4/4Aga3qwf0NI/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280174826033434290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbzB1muzrI/AAAAAAAAA_A/E9buGps5U0Q/s400/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was freaking 64 degrees here in NJ! It's December FIFTEENTH! It was gorgeous. No coats, no hats. I got to see my Baby's chunky little arms today. And the Kid went across the monkey bars all by himself for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280178212977386786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUb2G-9GJSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/QnY4rPBZFiM/s400/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-5497620374517654403?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5497620374517654403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=5497620374517654403' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5497620374517654403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5497620374517654403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-weather.html' title='How&apos;s the Weather?'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRo-B6QK7N0/SUbyOVcQY0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/WWFaOCTPtJw/s72-c/Picture+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-5777743469348815289</id><published>2008-12-14T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:43:40.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Help me choose a camera!</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of my camera. I am sick of the red eye that makes my Baby look like the devil. I am sick of the missed smiles because there is a delay on every shot I take. I am sick that the once 'waterproofing' of my camera has been broken for the last 2 years. I have the Pentax Optio. It only has 5 megapix and I know there are cameras out there with more than double that! But I honestly don't know what megapixels are. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Santa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would love new camera for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, Beach Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told my family to just give me cash so I can get a nice camera to take more (and better)  pictures of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;...Now I just have to figure out which one to get. It will depend on how much money I receive, of course. I do love that I can just stick my little camera in my pocket where ever I go. I do love that there is a little video feature that I can take if I don't have my actual video camera.. which is over 8 years old and massive compared to the ones out there now.. but I digress it's a photo camera I am looking to buy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my very important questions I am throwing out there for all of you that take and have beautiful pictures on your blogs...or just have a good camera and want to share with me what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I will tell you that I have an awesome Canon RebelXs camera that I got back in 1996 for a college class. It is film, not digital. But I have a 35-80mm lens that came with it. Do all Canons have interchangeable lenses? Would I be better off buying a more expensive body of a camera and just use the lens I have?&lt;br /&gt;I am leaning toward getting a full big body camera, I can still use my smaller one outside and stick it in my pocket if I want to leave my good new one behind...especially for amusement parks and the like. Or would a powershot or elph be just as good? I am not set on a Canon, but I figured since I have one with an extra lens it would be easier. If you have another camera and want to let me know all about it, please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been seeing online and in some people posting something about &lt;strong&gt;SLR&lt;/strong&gt;. What exactly is that? I read about it on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Single-lens_reflex_camera"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt; and I still don't quite understand it. Anyone have a simpler explanation? Or is it not really worth it for someone like me? Is it more for professionals?&lt;br /&gt;- What do you need to be able to just push the button and take the picture with NO delay? This one is super important. The delay kills me!&lt;br /&gt;- Is there any way to eliminate red eye without that flashy light and delay before the shot?&lt;br /&gt;- Is there ANYTHING else I should be looking for to have a great camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love photography. And when I was taking the class in college and the first year of the Kid's life while I was using the film camera I took shots that were beautiful. I just can't get the same degree of photos with my little handheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate any and all suggestions and help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-5777743469348815289?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5777743469348815289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=5777743469348815289' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5777743469348815289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/5777743469348815289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-me-choose-camera.html' title='Help me choose a camera!'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451007022809313163.post-6322421718489537770</id><published>2008-12-11T09:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:56:38.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bit of OCD coming through...</title><content type='html'>I know. It's Dec 11th. Where do the days go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We still don't have our Christmas tree. Yup. We were planning on going yesterday, didn't happen. And said we'd go today. Well, now it's raining. So I don't know if that's going to happen. See now if I had a fake one, I could have had it up weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to head over to the mall today so I can get the boys pictures taken all dressed up with Santa...so I can get the Christmas cards. Nope. Haven't done that yet either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, I feel no pressure, no stress that I still have so much to do for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have all the gifts bought and wrapped for the Kid. I have the gifts for the kids' grandma's. Can't show you here yet, because they all read my blog...but I will show you after Christmas, they are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the lateness of everything else, I think I caught a little bit of Christmas OCD. I am the furthest thing from an OCD person. But, I decided this year to tell the Kid that Santa brings one or two big special gifts and fills your stocking and the rest is from mommy and daddy. I wrapped the Santa gifts in a pretty red paper and decided to wrap all of the mommy/daddy gifts in this white &amp;amp; silver snowflake paper. Then, when I had only 2 or 3 left to wrap I realized I wrapped the stocking gifts in snowflakes! My Kid is too damn quick. I KNOW he would realize that if I said Santa fills the stocking - how did the mommy/daddy paper get in there. So I did what I think is a bit OCD and unwrapped the stocking gifts and re-wrapped them in the red paper. I don't know, do you think that was a bit crazy? If you know my kid, you know he doesn't forget a thing and he picks up on stuff that we never thought he would. It's kinda creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451007022809313163-6322421718489537770?l=jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6322421718489537770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1451007022809313163&amp;postID=6322421718489537770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/6322421718489537770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451007022809313163/posts/default/6322421718489537770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerseybeachmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/tiny-bit-of-ocd-coming-through.html' title='Tiny Bit of OCD coming through...'/><author><name>beach mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180493074355826419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16941087277468275772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>