<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:17:34.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and Ben makes three...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-5842793840846140851</id><published>2009-01-01T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:28:42.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: Year in review</title><content type='html'>This list is courtesy of Linda @ &lt;a href="http://sundrymourning.com/"&gt;All &amp;amp; Sundry&lt;/a&gt;... great idea, and I can't wait to see my answers a year from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?    Moved across the country (on my own accord) without a job waiting... eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?    Don't think I made any resolutions last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?   Yep - several friends (whose dear babies I can "observe" on Facebook!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?   After a brave battle with cancer, Grandma Randell in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?  Unfortunately, did not leave the country. Hope to get somewhere, even if it's only the U.S. this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?  A job! (other than raising Ben of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?  January 25 - Trevor proposed (and I accepted, of course); March 25 - diagnosis of PPD; September 2 - move to Calgary; October 21 - Ben's 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?   Exclusively nursing Ben - went from 8.15 pounds to over 23 in 1 year! Having the balls  to move out to Calgary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?  Inability to lose all the baby weight and not keeping in better touch with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?   PPD, which has now resolved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? Things that delight Ben, Trevor's birthday and Christmas prezzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?   Ben when he finally started sleeping through the night; Barack Obama; the Montreal Canadiens (most games...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?    Most politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?   Things to delight Ben! Oh and the move west ate up our savings big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?   US Election; Ben walking; new season of Top Chef; receiving a beautiful Tiffany set diamond ring from Trevor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?   Just one? Paper Planes by M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder?... much, much happier :)&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter?... unfortunately about the same (considering I had just given birth this time last year, I should be thinner by now.... I'm gonna start working on that for real...)&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer?...  definitely poorer, but money doesn't buy happiness, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?   Exercise, spending time outside with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?   Surfing the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?   In Calgary with Trevor, Geoff, Brenda &amp;amp; Keith. Plus an early December visit to Comox, and a visit from Booth &amp;amp; Fi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?  Well I stayed in love with Trevor &amp;amp; Ben, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?    Top Chef, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?   Ooooh boy... don't think so? Wait, I didn't know who Sarah Palin was this time last year... so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the best book you read?   The Birth House; 15 Days; 90 Minute Sleep Solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?   M.I.A. and Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and get?   A fiance; Wii Fit; trips to BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and not get?   A smaller waist; a full-time job in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?  Juno (I know it came out before '08, but I only saw it this year); The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?  I was 26. Catherine hosted a small get-together in the middle of a snowstorm. We had Indian food &amp;amp; homemade cupcakes and it was great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?  To have spent more "quality" time with Ben and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?  Comfort and hiding the muffin top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane?  Trevor and my new friends from the PPD group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?   Brangelina and all their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?   The US election; enviromental issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?   My friends and family I didn't get to see nearly often enough :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?   Just one? Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.    Being a mother is the toughest yet most amazing job I've ever had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.     "Cause I am a superwoman, (yes I am), Even when I'm a mess, I still put on a vest, with an S on my chest, Oh yes, I'm a superwoman"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-5842793840846140851?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/5842793840846140851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=5842793840846140851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/5842793840846140851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/5842793840846140851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-year-in-review.html' title='2008: Year in review'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-3635700775596931944</id><published>2008-07-13T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:37.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampede!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SHqeo8nYgrI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ArCDfTual0/s1600-h/Trip+To+Calgary+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SHqeo8nYgrI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ArCDfTual0/s320/Trip+To+Calgary+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222661144192778930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a 9 day trip to Calgary for the Stampede - most excellent! We stayed with Trevor's parents and did all sorts of awesome things. We went to a chuckwagon race and a rodeo, ate way too much fattening fair food (corn dogs!  deep-fried oreos and cheesecake!), and did some outdoorsy stuff. We went to Kananaskis and hiked around for an afternoon - breathtaking sights and so much fresh air. Ben was an angel, of course, and behaved himself on both flights, even our return, where we sat on the runway sweating to death while they tried to fix the A/C, then hung around for another 1.5 hours in the terminal, before we finally left....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben will be (holy shit) 9 months old next week! He is a crawling champ, and crawled up stairs for the first time in the backyard... He still has only the 6 teeth, eats everything we give him, and generally is sleeping through the night... basically, he's a perfect baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent today in the backyard, tending to our vegetable garden which exploded with growth while we were gone, and did some sunning next to the pool. Unfortunately, the pool is currently green and algae-riffic, due to some chlorine issues... hopefully it will be back up and running before the weekend. I applied sunscreen, but not too perfectly as I now have a splotchy sunburn on my chest... ugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-3635700775596931944?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/3635700775596931944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=3635700775596931944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/3635700775596931944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/3635700775596931944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/07/stampede.html' title='Stampede!'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SHqeo8nYgrI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ArCDfTual0/s72-c/Trip+To+Calgary+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-1833827899581674464</id><published>2008-06-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:11:53.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it June already?</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I can't believe it's June, oh wait, I can, because it's starting to get hot and humid, and the mosquitoes are insane!! There are a bazillion mosquitoes around the house, and I literally get eaten alive every time I venture outside.... anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a wonderful weekend in London Ontario for a friend's wedding. Trevor was the MC and did a fabulous job, and everything was just perfect - the weather cooperated, the food was fantastic, and we sat at a table right up next to the bride &amp;amp; groom and had great tablemates! Trevor's parents traveled up with us (in a rented Dodge Caravan, which was amazingly roomy and comfortable), and Ben was on his bestest behaviour for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ben, he is on the very verge of crawling- getting up on all fours with regularity, even in the bathtub (which terrifies me!) and we have had to lower his crib, as he can pull himself up now! 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I have made some "mommy friends" and have been attending a PPD support group which has done wonders for my mental health. I am typically out and about 4 days a week, which is a huge change from only a month ago when I was out maybe 1 day a week. I'm still going to Curves, and feeling stronger every day. Ben has also been busy - we started sign language class this Monday, so I need to start practicing the 30 or so words we learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also proud to say that we've made the switch to cloth diapers (*most* of the time...). I ordered a 4-pack of pocket diapers from an online baby store, and they are pretty amazing! I have to say I was a bit skeptical that they would be absorbent as disposable, but so far, so good! They are super comfortable and pretty cute, and yeah, no leaks! Now I need to decide which of the 4 styles I prefer and buy several more so I don't have to do laundry every single day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been expanding our food repertoire - for the most part I am making my own food, which is super easy and so much cheaper. Ben's favourites are sweet potatoes and avocadoes (just like his Mom!). The next frontier is meats and alternatives.... which I'm sure will make his diapers even more.. ahem... fragrant... yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to a wedding in London this weekend, which will involve a 2-night stay in a hotel, with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Cassidy! It will be nice to have a little getaway and to have the extra help with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how could I forget, Ben has been "talking"!! He said Mama about 10 days ago (and hasn't done it since, good thing I caught it on video!) and now does Dada (dadadadadada actually). It's the best to hear him chatting away to himself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-3548812574345163830?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/3548812574345163830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=3548812574345163830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/3548812574345163830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/3548812574345163830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-momma.html' title='Super momma'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-1522931636310927678</id><published>2008-05-13T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:20:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>After a few gung-ho days when I started this blog, I have really been slacking here. It's not due to a lack of blog ideas, but rather an abundance, and I don't know where to start. I want to properly document this early part of Ben's life, but when I start to think of all I'd like to cover, I get overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... things have been better on the mood front lately. The improving weather has played a big part, and I have also been active most days of the week: Curves 3 evenings a week, gardening or tossing a softball around with T when the weather's nice, walking into town and downtown on the weekend. Ben has been a treat lately - always in a good mood, sleeping like a champ (generally does 12-13 hours per night, plus 2-3 naps, still!), and happy to be schlepped around to our various activities. He will be 7 months old next week, which blows my mind. He still has just the 3 teeth, and absolutely no sign of the 4th (bottom left) to even things out. But he's a baby and has no problem pulling off the lopsided grin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great first mother's day (well, 2nd, if you count being pregnant as being a mother). T cooked me a nice breakfast and presented me with a framed photo of Ben with a nice message and his handprint.. awwhh.. it was very sweet and unexpected. We spent the day preparing the earth in our vegetable garden, and had roast beef dinner with T's Grandma in Aurora. So it was pretty low-key, but we had some quality family time. The next morning I was in pain from shoveling, weeding, etc... my back and shoulders are not used to such manual labour! We will plant the vegetables this week and are very excited to eat the fruits of our labour and to make Ben's food with produce we've grown ourselves - how rewarding is that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-1522931636310927678?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/1522931636310927678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=1522931636310927678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/1522931636310927678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/1522931636310927678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/05/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-4058493860030241923</id><published>2008-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:37.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of firsts</title><content type='html'>Ben and I got home from our week-long trip to BC on Wednesday evening. His dad missed us oh so much, and was actually at the airport on time to pick us up (in the past he was always late retrieving me).... Ben experienced many firsts in BC: first time traveling alone with mom, first tastes of oatmeal and sweet potato, first boat ride, first time swimming, and first teeth!&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the teeth we thought would soon be making an appearance did so on Thursday morning - first one on the bottom, then one on the top. There's one more trying to come through on the top. Poor little guy has been in a lot of pain - he's getting baby tylenol every few hours, as well as anbesol and frozen teething gummy things.&lt;br /&gt;Ben also met his auntie Gemma and uncle Scott who were visiting from Washington. They were suitably impressed with Ben, and he thought they were ok :)&lt;br /&gt;My parents were beyond thrilled with Ben - he was on his best behaviour and wowed all my parents' friends he got to visit. It was hard to say goodbye though, but I will see them again in mid-June - when Ben will probably be crawling! Ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice having people around all day to help with Ben and entertain him so I could have some "me time". Now it's back to my boring, quiet life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as you can see from the picture, my dog looooooved having Ben around...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SBtRnGszLZI/AAAAAAAAABI/NYWCrEtZbSo/s1600-h/Josie+and+Ben%27s+trip+to+BC+April+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SBtRnGszLZI/AAAAAAAAABI/NYWCrEtZbSo/s400/Josie+and+Ben%27s+trip+to+BC+April+08+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195836327357263250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-4058493860030241923?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/4058493860030241923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=4058493860030241923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/4058493860030241923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/4058493860030241923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-of-firsts.html' title='A week of firsts'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SBtRnGszLZI/AAAAAAAAABI/NYWCrEtZbSo/s72-c/Josie+and+Ben%27s+trip+to+BC+April+08+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-1221554229302221703</id><published>2008-04-21T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:38.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference 6 months makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SA0pnWszLVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ne6GUgtsuyY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SA0pnWszLVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ne6GUgtsuyY/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191851701513170258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 1/2 year birthday Ben!  At his check-up today, he weighed 19lbs &amp;amp; 3/4 of an ounce, and was 72cm long (about 28.5 inches) - so he's still nice and long and lean. He tolerated his vaccinations in both thighs, with barely a cry. He's such a strong little guy. And our doctor says that he's advanced for his age (of course the proud parents already knew this). He can sit up unsupported, roll and babble like it's going out of style, and it seems like he may be close to breaking his 2 front teeth (oh no! he's still nursing!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing the changes that occur in 6 months. I knew that this time would pass quickly and the changes are phenomenal, so I'm trying my best to enjoy every moment and document everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought newborns were the cutest because they're small and helpless, but now I know that babies get cuter as they get older. I can think of 10 great reasons why they're better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A 6 month old baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. ... can play and entertain themselves  &lt;br /&gt;9. ... produces slightly less spit-up&lt;br /&gt;8. ... is much less fragile, so daddy can play more physical games&lt;br /&gt;7. ...loves bath time, rather than thrashing and screaming throughout the process&lt;br /&gt;6. ... can sit-up, therefore doesn't need to be held/propped up at all times&lt;br /&gt;5. ... actually enjoys "tummy time" rather than screaming through it&lt;br /&gt;4. ... interacts with his environment and people around him - no longer just a (cute) lump!&lt;br /&gt;3. ...knows and prefers his mommy over anyone else&lt;br /&gt;2. ...nurses every 4 hours instead of every 2-3, and only for 10-15 minutes (instead of 15-30)&lt;br /&gt;1. ... produces a lot less poo (Ben used to poop &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SA0q2GszLYI/AAAAAAAAABA/UEDYH3ewAtE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SA0q2GszLYI/AAAAAAAAABA/UEDYH3ewAtE/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191853054427868546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;multiple times daily, now it's once every 1-3 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sleeps through the night (most of the time.. ahem..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-1221554229302221703?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/1221554229302221703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=1221554229302221703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/1221554229302221703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/1221554229302221703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-difference-6-months-makes.html' title='What a difference 6 months makes'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SA0pnWszLVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ne6GUgtsuyY/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-8814548274736483485</id><published>2008-04-19T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:24:03.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy biatch!</title><content type='html'>Aliza Shvarts - have you heard of this girl? She's an "art" student at Yale who may or may not have artificially inseminated herself and then induced abortions for a 9 month period, then videotaped and kept (ew!) the "results". There are lots of links (here's one for your viewing "pleasure": &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliza_Shvarts"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliza_Shvarts&lt;/a&gt; for the full story, so I won't be repeating the gory details here.&lt;br /&gt;Abortion as art is crossing the line, in my opinion (and I'm sure 99.9% of normal people would agree with me - Aliza does not strike me as normal!) . I am not pro-life, but I only believe in abortions when needed (to protect the health of the mother or when a mother would not be able to care for the baby) - not for the purposes of an "art" project. When I think of what this woman may or may not have done (there are conflicting reports) I feel sick - not only because it is physically disgusting, but so ethically and morally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope it's a hoax with the purpose of attracting attention and creating discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-8814548274736483485?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/8814548274736483485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=8814548274736483485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/8814548274736483485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/8814548274736483485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-biatch.html' title='Crazy biatch!'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-5860903413094312121</id><published>2008-04-18T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:37:42.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30am</title><content type='html'>Ben has been fussing in his crib since 2:58am. He usually sleeps from 8pm until 6am, so I know he can go all night without feeding. However, last night he awoke at 2:45am, and fussed and fussed and fussed, so I got fed up, caved in, and fed him so I could get some peace. Babies are smart though- he will wake up every night at this time if I continue to feed him. So, I am letting him cry it out. A controversial method, but I know it works for us - we got him to sleep through the night by using this method.  I know Ben is not fussing to piss me off or to manipulate me, but it is frustrating to say the least! You can't reason with him, and explain that he's not really hungry and just needs to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst part of parenting for me - the sleep issues (mine and Ben's). I am thankful that I don't need to go to work in the morning, but I do feel bad for T who does have to be up at 6am (eek!). T did get up @ 3:40 to check in on Ben, but promptly went back to sleep/started snoring. Between Ben's "eh eh ehhhhhhhhs" and T's snoring, I am not getting any sleep any time soon - even with ear plugs in and a pillow over my head! It is physically impossible for me to sleep when I can hear Ben - nature's way of ensuring I'm looking after my baby, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;4:37 and still going strong... god help me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-5860903413094312121?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/5860903413094312121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=5860903413094312121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/5860903413094312121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/5860903413094312121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/430am.html' title='4:30am'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-2038987736129198813</id><published>2008-04-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:38.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SAfrGr6QExI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HpLdPvOeHzw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SAfrGr6QExI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HpLdPvOeHzw/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190375595666576146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I just spent the last 2 hours sitting on a blanket in the backyard. It is 20 degrees, with a  bright blue sky and lots of sun - simply gorgeous. He was sitting up unsupported for most of the time, only toppled over a couple times. It's amazing how much he's changed in 6 months. The next steps are crawling, walking, talking... oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is working late tonight, so it's just me and the boy for the rest of the day. We may venture out on a walk since the weather is so nice - the exercise would do me some good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-2038987736129198813?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/2038987736129198813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=2038987736129198813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/2038987736129198813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/2038987736129198813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here comes the sun!'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SAfrGr6QExI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HpLdPvOeHzw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-5704552575455389352</id><published>2008-04-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:17:14.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A light on the horizon</title><content type='html'>What better to break me out of this funk than a week-long visit with my parents? Next week I leave for 7 days with my folks on beautiful Vancouver Island. My mother saw Ben in February, but my dad hasn't seen him since Christmas... a lot changes from 2 months to 6 months old, so he is anxious to see him, to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;While there, my best friend and her husband will be driving up from Washington state - she hasn't met Ben, and we haven't seen each other since a brief (one evening) visit in September, when I was hugely pregnant. We've been friends since 1999, when we were both attending a boarding school in Italy for our final year of high school. We attended the same university and lived together the year following graduation, until I moved out here in August '05. The fact that we've been friends for 9 years is amazing, considering I'm a military brat and spent my childhood moving every year or two.&lt;br /&gt;The only potential problem with this trip is the fact that I will be flying alone with Ben. He's already flown 6 times, but not since he was 2 months old, and always with both T and me. I worry that now that he's older and not sleeping all the time, he might be fussy and vocal (!) on the flight. My savior will be the TV screen on the back of the seat - I'm flying WestJet, and I think they're standard issue? Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-5704552575455389352?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/5704552575455389352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=5704552575455389352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/5704552575455389352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/5704552575455389352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-on-horizon.html' title='A light on the horizon'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-8010977560303665592</id><published>2008-04-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:38.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SAU_NL6QEwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fC13xtiB14A/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SAU_NL6QEwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fC13xtiB14A/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189623641382327042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with a 6-month old is rewarding, generally enjoyable, occasionally unpleasant, but mostly it is monotonous. My day revolves around Ben's nap schedule (he takes 3, sometimes only 2) and I am always amazed how quickly the day passes without actually "doing anything." I love that I have the opportunity to stay home with my son, but as none of my friends have babies and everyone I know is at work all day, I tend to be alone most of the time. I know I need to get out of the house more, but I can't seem to motivate myself to do so. As I lie in bed at night, I plan for the next day, but as each day begins, my plans always go out the window, and we end up doing the same old things... bouncing in the exersaucer, singing our little songs, having "conversations", diaper changes, naps, nursing sessions... lather, rinse repeat...&lt;br /&gt;I need a little jolt, a little something to motivate me to get out and live my life, and expose my little guy to something beyond these 4 walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-8010977560303665592?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/8010977560303665592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=8010977560303665592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/8010977560303665592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/8010977560303665592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/monotony.html' title='Monotony'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SAU_NL6QEwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fC13xtiB14A/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984597867291599072.post-3447650335778717325</id><published>2008-04-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:58:39.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post... what to say? I am the mother of an almost 6 month old boy (Ben) and engaged to my wonderful boyfriend of 5+ years (we'll call him T).&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on maternity leave from my job as a dietitian, and have far too much time on my hands. Time which is too often spent perusing "mommy blogs" and eating cookie dough. My fiance suggested I write a blog as an outlet, so this is it! Topics I plan on discussing include my love affair with Jamie Oliver, my unhealthy attraction to Michael Cera (so awkward, so sexy!) but mostly I will talk about my sweet little guy, Ben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984597867291599072-3447650335778717325?l=baby-bizau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/feeds/3447650335778717325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984597867291599072&amp;postID=3447650335778717325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/3447650335778717325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984597867291599072/posts/default/3447650335778717325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-bizau.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07632336687805453573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eF9glWJodlI/SZT0IM_vaFI/AAAAAAAAACk/BwEDXrTWCWo/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
