<?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-7733455098549098538</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:57:46.230-08:00</updated><category term='Birthday girl'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>All Things Emma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-4718725515626253466</id><published>2011-07-12T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:12:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated this in a real long time. Apparently Emma was still in diapers the last time I did. So much has happened in the last year, yet it feels like there is nothing to ever blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma has a new baby cousin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kohen&lt;/span&gt; was born July 9, 2011. Emma met him yesterday. When I asked her what she thought she said "I love him". I think they will have a special bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpc7dtviV2U/Thy2o77_-_I/AAAAAAAABhc/w1YVH4QG3Dk/s1600/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpc7dtviV2U/Thy2o77_-_I/AAAAAAAABhc/w1YVH4QG3Dk/s320/IMG_2589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628574448706649074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma will be 4 in September. I decided to take her to Disneyland for her birthday! She always has such a fun time when we go. Our friend Jerry is going to make sure it is a birthday to remember. We are hoping that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kohen&lt;/span&gt; and Auntie Stephie will come along. Of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nonnie&lt;/span&gt; will be coming too. I don't think she's missed a trip to Disneyland with her Emma bug. Daddy is going to stay home, unless he changes his mind at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the most amazing friend ever over 3 years ago on Cafemom. Jessi and I met in person last summer and in 8 days she will be flying to California for the first time. I can't wait to see her again. I've been trying to think of some fun things to do while she is here. Maybe I'll actually blog about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-4718725515626253466?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/4718725515626253466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=4718725515626253466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4718725515626253466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4718725515626253466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpc7dtviV2U/Thy2o77_-_I/AAAAAAAABhc/w1YVH4QG3Dk/s72-c/IMG_2589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-2720328312319617033</id><published>2010-02-14T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:26:04.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have traumatized my kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b78cc7535fe24e221123" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed"&gt;I went to my mom's house and Emma decided at the last minute to come with me. I didn't check to make sure I had extra diapers. When I got to my mom's I changed her diaper and realized that was the last diaper in my bag. I figured I'd be fine since I wasn't staying long. All of the sudden she disappeared! I figured she was&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;... &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; going to poop. I freaked out! I ran to her and said "Emma do you have to poop"? Her response "uh huh" I then said "do you want to try to go on the toilet"? Her response "uh huh" I got really excited and rushed her to the toilet. I figured it was going to be a while so I decided to sit down. With out even realizing it, I let go of her to sit and she fell straight into the toilet! I died laughing,of course she was crying. I fixed her back on the toilet and tried to convince her that everything was ok. Finally we gave up, I picked her up and that is when I realized how far down into the toilet she got, her butt was soaking wet! My mom, dad and I could not stop laughing. I went to go put her diaper back on and realized she peed a ton, so I had to dig out the other diaper out of the garbage (that one was completely dry) What a night. On the way home from my parents she said "mommy" I answered "yes Emma" and she said, "I fall in toilet"? Poor kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-2720328312319617033?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/2720328312319617033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=2720328312319617033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/2720328312319617033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/2720328312319617033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-may-have-traumatized-my-kid.html' title='I may have traumatized my kid...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-7543721098814991135</id><published>2010-01-06T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:02:25.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I noticed I had pictures of Emma's big girl room, but so much has changed so I thought I would post what it looks like now. I just wish that she would sleep through the night. I never dreamed that at age two she would still be waking up every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Szf7JpgTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6cd95siPK1M/s1600-h/Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Szf7JpgTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6cd95siPK1M/s320/Bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423657212296397106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Szfh0KCwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M5URjIB_aCU/s1600-h/Dresser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Szfh0KCwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M5URjIB_aCU/s320/Dresser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423657205495368450" 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/7733455098549098538-7543721098814991135?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/7543721098814991135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=7543721098814991135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7543721098814991135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7543721098814991135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-noticed-i-had-pictures-of-emmas-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Szf7JpgTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6cd95siPK1M/s72-c/Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-7649452177450722879</id><published>2009-12-25T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:43:59.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We spent Christmas Eve with my mom and dad. My mom made a pizza and cooked it at our house. This thing was massive. It overflowed in the oven. When it came time to bake cookies for Santa, the house was engulfed in smoke. We had to open all the windows in the house. I'm really surprised that the smoke alarm did not go off. Note to self, have Nick check the batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tucked Emma in bed Christmas Eve thinking that we would get her gift put together and be in bed in no time. Nick opened the box and we soon realized that maybe we should not have waited until the last minute to put her kitchen set together. The instructions were a mile long! I quickly hopped onto the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to read the reviews, and noticed warnings from several people stating that it would take a good 3 hours to put this set together. In our case, it took 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma woke up as usual, grumpy. As soon as she saw her brand new kitchen set she was happy. She loved it! It was well worth the 4 hours it took to build. She loved it so much that we had to force her to open her other gifts. It took her an hour to get through them. I think she needs some more practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day with family. She had a blast entertaining our cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0SuPIcsGuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/n9b_N49haGg/s1600-h/Presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423651426250005218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0SuPIcsGuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/n9b_N49haGg/s320/Presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0SuhfkdPdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qqlyzyQAF4o/s1600-h/Cookies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423651741694246354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0SuhfkdPdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qqlyzyQAF4o/s320/Cookies.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Su0-A220I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NKSgTHBva54/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652076283943746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Su0-A220I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NKSgTHBva54/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Su1XE5WRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uHxuhRBaj6o/s1600-h/cooking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652083011770642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Su1XE5WRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uHxuhRBaj6o/s320/cooking.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Su1JFbvoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Lb3w5tgKci0/s1600-h/21049_1291274730749_1496691318_30765790_8162734_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652079255928450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0Su1JFbvoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Lb3w5tgKci0/s320/21049_1291274730749_1496691318_30765790_8162734_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-7649452177450722879?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/7649452177450722879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=7649452177450722879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7649452177450722879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7649452177450722879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/S0SuPIcsGuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/n9b_N49haGg/s72-c/Presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-1120756169319342015</id><published>2009-07-01T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:57:05.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Crib...</title><content type='html'>We decided to take Emma's crib down and put her in a big girl bed. I had a feeling she would like all the extra space to roll around in. Man can she move in her sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some time, but we finally decided to get her a full sized mattress, and use the headboard from her crib to save money. It's not my first choice but it looks good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night in her new bed was great! She slept just as she did in the crib. (Emma still does not sleep through the night). The second night did not go as well. Nick did not have the rails up correctly and some how Emma got stuck between the bed and the rail. She was pretty scared. I don't know if she fell or if she was trying to get out of bed. The third night, she did great! I am hoping some day real soon she will figure out how to sleep through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, painting her room to match her new bedding. I can't wait to see it all finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Skwvv-pX_rI/AAAAAAAAANE/YR2F4S_YzdQ/s1600-h/IMG_2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Skwvv-pX_rI/AAAAAAAAANE/YR2F4S_YzdQ/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353706558353571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SkwvwETJVoI/AAAAAAAAANM/zWo_q4nPkew/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SkwvwETJVoI/AAAAAAAAANM/zWo_q4nPkew/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353706559870948994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SkwvwvrLi-I/AAAAAAAAANU/YK8ECbN1F7c/s1600-h/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SkwvwvrLi-I/AAAAAAAAANU/YK8ECbN1F7c/s320/IMG_2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353706571514481634" 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/7733455098549098538-1120756169319342015?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1120756169319342015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=1120756169319342015' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1120756169319342015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1120756169319342015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-crib.html' title='Bye Bye Crib...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Skwvv-pX_rI/AAAAAAAAANE/YR2F4S_YzdQ/s72-c/IMG_2134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-3146011311669988806</id><published>2009-06-17T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:06:10.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags...</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Nick came up with the brillant idea of going to Six Flags. Within an hour we were packed and ready to go. My brother and his family came along on our adventure as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Emma saw where we were she was excited! I was a little surprised that she remembered, but she did. We were only able to make it to the Whale/Dolphin show. Emma loved it! Hopefully the Tiger show will start soon! She has an obsession with kitty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl033i0V9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eNlZ_NN2QQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl033i0V9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eNlZ_NN2QQ0/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434535630788562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi and her cousins enjoyed riding the roller coasters. At one point, Alexis and her cousin Vanessa went off to some rides. They ended up getting into an argument and split up. Luckily they found each other before we had to send out a search party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl1lpQWKiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EjUVbX9vu2c/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl1lpQWKiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EjUVbX9vu2c/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348435322069199394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl2i9vQ3LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nY6BwvqZa8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl2i9vQ3LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nY6BwvqZa8Q/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436375539604658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl2jlkvFSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OCFVT2C8xuc/s1600-h/IMG_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl2jlkvFSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OCFVT2C8xuc/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436386232866082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl2jHDrMsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0pj5Rvfumus/s1600-h/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl2jHDrMsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0pj5Rvfumus/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436378041135810" 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/7733455098549098538-3146011311669988806?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3146011311669988806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=3146011311669988806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3146011311669988806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3146011311669988806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/Sjl033i0V9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eNlZ_NN2QQ0/s72-c/IMG_1835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-7740468831978491134</id><published>2009-03-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:41:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if my life is just one big practical joke. This one isn't that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma started with a runny nose on Monday. No biggie. Wednesday, Nick leaves for work. He just barley got out of our development and gets a flat tire. The jack broke and the car fell. Finally with my brothers help they get the car back to our house. He leaves for work in my car. One his way home he always stops to get the mail, which is at the other end of our street. My car broke down at the end of our street. Who has two cars that break down on the same day... And why is this not the first time this has happened? (that story is for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night, Emma started to get really sick. Coughing, runny nose, and a lot of crying. She somehow also managed to bang her head on the fireplace. We called her doctor to see if we should wait until the morning. He said to take her to the after ours pediatrician a few towns over. No problem right? Well we have no cars. I call my brother, who happens to live down the street to see if we could borrow their car. No answer. Luckily my mom was home. She came out and stayed at the house while we used her car. I am so happy that we went last night. Emma has a double ear infection and we were able to start her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antibiotics &lt;/span&gt; last night. She seems happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, I went to use the microwave and it broke. Story of my life. Where is that money tree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-7740468831978491134?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/7740468831978491134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=7740468831978491134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7740468831978491134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7740468831978491134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wonder-if-my-life-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-1851915648176671011</id><published>2009-02-25T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:01:35.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I have nothing to ever write about anymore. Nothing exciting has taken place in a while now. Sunday we went to Nick's brother's house for a small birthday party. Emma was able to get up close and personal with a baby lamb. She loved it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXLDxW7_xI/AAAAAAAAALI/8EWvQPbiy1k/s1600-h/IMG_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXLDxW7_xI/AAAAAAAAALI/8EWvQPbiy1k/s320/IMG_4551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306871001575587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's parent's brought some snow in an ice chest for Emma to play with. I kinda wish her first time seeing snow was actually going to the snow, but I guess I have to learn to let the little things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXLtdKIeqI/AAAAAAAAALY/S641AvWdO-U/s1600-h/IMG_4575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXLtdKIeqI/AAAAAAAAALY/S641AvWdO-U/s320/IMG_4575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306871717707676322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wiped out by the time we left. She passed out as soon as we got her in her car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXMN13fRzI/AAAAAAAAALg/LTt_Qs7rC-g/s1600-h/IMG_4684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXMN13fRzI/AAAAAAAAALg/LTt_Qs7rC-g/s320/IMG_4684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306872274096178994" 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/7733455098549098538-1851915648176671011?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1851915648176671011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=1851915648176671011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1851915648176671011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1851915648176671011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-i-have-nothing-to-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SaXLDxW7_xI/AAAAAAAAALI/8EWvQPbiy1k/s72-c/IMG_4551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-3744749959569086094</id><published>2009-01-18T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:02:25.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend, the weather was unbelievable. What do you do when you have perfect weather? Go to the San Francisco Zoo of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time Emma has been to the SF Zoo. We took her to the San Diego Zoo in July. It was quite a different experience this time. She is walking now, so she was able to wonder around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think her favorite animal were the grizzly bears. They played in the water and put on a great show for us. Their new habitat is beautiful and they seem so happy in their new home. Emma thought all the animals were "kitty's". I loved watching her point at the animals in excitement. She is becoming a little person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, we took a ride to my grandmother's house for dinner. Emma loves it there. Nonnie made a wonderful dinner for us. We can't wait to go visit her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHRTIueBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AET64myYnfA/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHRTIueBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AET64myYnfA/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863455843219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHSMifoVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/26eOQpnleZw/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHSMifoVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/26eOQpnleZw/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863471252119890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHRqNjjyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uwgAAyCkWEA/s1600-h/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHRqNjjyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uwgAAyCkWEA/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863462037491490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHSkcpUNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ps60HfJvjj0/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHSkcpUNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ps60HfJvjj0/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863477670039762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHSxj9JrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fYwOXqshT_I/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHSxj9JrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fYwOXqshT_I/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863481190360754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQIc9nshlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kSflEPRTEPk/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQIc9nshlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kSflEPRTEPk/s320/IMG_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864755737593426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQIddGjPqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/61BowL7Wv1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQIddGjPqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/61BowL7Wv1Y/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864764188507810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and my Nonnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQIdEiAhII/AAAAAAAAAKw/YFwSSltcFec/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQIdEiAhII/AAAAAAAAAKw/YFwSSltcFec/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864757592786050" 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/7733455098549098538-3744749959569086094?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3744749959569086094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=3744749959569086094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3744749959569086094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3744749959569086094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-weekend-weather-was-unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SXQHRTIueBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AET64myYnfA/s72-c/IMG_0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-1461030478123906829</id><published>2009-01-07T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:57:14.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worry that Emma is going to be a lot like her Uncle Matt. My brother has always been a daredevil. He has no fear at all. He use to scare us to death with his stunting on his motorcycle. He had a few pretty bad falls. Thank goodness he is out of that stage. We all sleep a little better at night now. (at least during the winter when the racing season is over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa brought Emma a quad for Christmas. She must have been a very good girl this year. She, like my brother, has no fear. She runs the thing into walls, stands on the seat and pushes the button to go, puts her legs over the handle bars. I am so scared for her. This quad is so small, and I am sure kids usually don't get hurt on them but I just know we are going to be in the emergency room one day with her. I must say, it is very entertaining to watch her ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVKTAQzII/AAAAAAAAAJA/hQFV86jhsZo/s1600-h/101_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVKTAQzII/AAAAAAAAAJA/hQFV86jhsZo/s320/101_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288797341549120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should really watch where she is going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVJo69SjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T3WfpEjHjX8/s1600-h/101_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVJo69SjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T3WfpEjHjX8/s320/101_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288797330252581426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right into the bush, I about died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVK31tyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/As9URfeAU0c/s1600-h/101_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVK31tyYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/As9URfeAU0c/s320/101_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288797351436994946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run Nick over. Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVLYMKZHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0iNvXhyOeb8/s1600-h/101_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVLYMKZHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0iNvXhyOeb8/s320/101_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288797360121078898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one seriously needs to teach this kid to pay attention while at the wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-1461030478123906829?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1461030478123906829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=1461030478123906829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1461030478123906829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1461030478123906829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-worry-that-emma-is-going-to-be-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SWWVKTAQzII/AAAAAAAAAJA/hQFV86jhsZo/s72-c/101_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-5938564462683832288</id><published>2009-01-02T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:55:37.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Twins came to visit... Emma had a great time playing with her cousins, Mia and Victoria. I made the twins tutu's for their one year pictures. We decided to dress all three babies in them, they were not thrilled at all. Emma hates her tutu. Mia and Victoria had a hell of a time trying to crawl in them, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78S9qEu4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RuELL0KRZ_w/s1600-h/101_0374ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78S9qEu4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RuELL0KRZ_w/s320/101_0374ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940415298419586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78TPlWDFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dMcYt__yLdM/s1600-h/101_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78TPlWDFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dMcYt__yLdM/s320/101_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940420110421074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78Td-zvsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b5hRtHcrYKA/s1600-h/101_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78Td-zvsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b5hRtHcrYKA/s320/101_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940423975321282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78T0yktyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OvOlKcDzBEo/s1600-h/101_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78T0yktyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OvOlKcDzBEo/s320/101_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940430098020130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78TwcQIkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I3rjwMZTLzg/s1600-h/101_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78TwcQIkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I3rjwMZTLzg/s320/101_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940428930654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma had enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-5938564462683832288?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/5938564462683832288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=5938564462683832288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5938564462683832288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5938564462683832288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2009/01/twins-came-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SV78S9qEu4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RuELL0KRZ_w/s72-c/101_0374ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-584651029238391741</id><published>2008-12-23T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:39:51.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We haven't had much going on these days to post about... So I thought I would just post a few of my new favorite pictures of Emma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKrWgL1kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5V8UHxiuNHc/s1600-h/100_9205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKrWgL1kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5V8UHxiuNHc/s320/100_9205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283226684006061634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKsDgs9hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0XjXvaIwQEo/s1600-h/100_8678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKsDgs9hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0XjXvaIwQEo/s320/100_8678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283226696087827986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKrn_x6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AptDTF11in8/s1600-h/100_8193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKrn_x6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AptDTF11in8/s320/100_8193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283226688701982786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKspO25OI/AAAAAAAAAII/xtczAdC88kw/s1600-h/100_8965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKspO25OI/AAAAAAAAAII/xtczAdC88kw/s320/100_8965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283226706213528802" 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/7733455098549098538-584651029238391741?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/584651029238391741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=584651029238391741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/584651029238391741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/584651029238391741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-havent-had-much-going-on-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SVHKrWgL1kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5V8UHxiuNHc/s72-c/100_9205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-4126139892376560128</id><published>2008-12-11T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:06:16.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SUE6YYEIl6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7hqN4FHyV2I/s1600-h/100_8700ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564428705994658" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SUE6YYEIl6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7hqN4FHyV2I/s320/100_8700ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, my parents would get us an ornament. I always got Precious Moments, my sister got Disney (can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; how jealous I was) and who knows what my brother got, probably race cars. I would always think, what the heck and I going to do with all of these pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; and everything in my house needs to match, including what is on my Christmas tree. There was no way I was putting a bunch of pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; on my tree. So for years those ornaments sat in a box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I came up with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea! Why not put up a small Christmas tree in Emma's playroom so we can see it from outside the house!?!? I convinced Nick that it had to be done. At 8:30 last night he went in the attic and got our little tree down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma's playroom is purple, with pink, yellow and green accent colors. There was NO WAY I was putting red and green ornaments on this tree! Finally my stupid pink Precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Moments&lt;/span&gt; ornaments had a purpose! I must say, I love those stupid pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED MORE NOW!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SUE59evD-MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yHQzXEbe1U/s1600-h/100_8700ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7733455098549098538-4126139892376560128?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/4126139892376560128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=4126139892376560128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4126139892376560128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4126139892376560128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-year-my-parents-would-get-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SUE6YYEIl6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7hqN4FHyV2I/s72-c/100_8700ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-967610430318837927</id><published>2008-11-25T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:45:25.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget...</title><content type='html'>I’ve wanted to type this all out for a very long time. A post on Café mom helped me make the decision to do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant with Emma I was shocked. Nick and I had been trying for over a year. We actually stopped trying and that is when I got pregnant. I wasn’t expecting it. We were thrilled! I had my first doctor appointment about 2 weeks after the positive test result. I was a little queasy at the appointment, but figured I was just nervous and hungry. I remember my doctor asking me if I had morning sickness. I said “no”. He then told me it usually starts at week 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home the morning sickness kicked in. At first I thought it was all in my head. It wasn’t. I continued working for about 3 weeks. I was sick, very sick. I spent most of the time at work in the bathroom. I called my doctor’s office and told them that I wasn’t keeping anything down. They prescribe Zofran, an anti-nausea medication and told me if I threw up three more times to go to the emergency room. The medication was not working and there was no way I could continue to work. I called my doctor’s office again, and left a message. No one returned my call. What kind of doctors office doesn’t return calls! My mom had to get involved because I was too weak to take care of things. She got the on call doctor’s office. They had me go in for an appointment immediately. I never went back to the other office. I went to the doctor at least once a week. And by the end of my pregnancy I was going 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything made me sick. Noise, smells (even if no one else smelled what I did) movement, and light. I stayed in my room for months because my house smelled. My family thought I was crazy because it was a brand new home and didn‘t smell at all. Even Nick made me sick, poor guy. The only time I left my room was to try to eat, go to the hospital for a doctors appointment or a trip to the ER. Eating usually resulted in throwing it back up. I couldn’t keep water down. I went to the ER 10 times to be hydrated. I probably should have gone more, but there were times I just didn’t want to go. The ER doctors knew me, that’s how often I was there. My mom and Nick took a lot of time off work to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take long for depression to set in. Friends stopped calling, who wants to talk to the sick girl. (I know now that they didn’t call because they didn’t want to bother me) I never felt so alone in my entire life. No one will ever understand what I went through, unless they experienced it too. No one will ever know how sick I was. Or how it felt to hear that people didn’t believe I was as sick as I was. Why would anyone make this up? One thing that really makes me mad is when people compare their “morning sickness” to mine. It’s not a competition. I don’t care if you were still able to make dinner for your husband, I couldn’t! And if you were really as sick as I was, you wouldn’t be making him dinner either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty because I would pray for a miscarriage. I wanted to die. I don’t think I ever bonded with Emma while I was pregnant. My doctor gave me the option to terminate. Thank GOD I didn’t, but I won’t lie, I did consider it. I still think about it every day. It never leaves. The guilt NEVER leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Hyperemesis robbed me of so much. I always wanted at least two kids. Now, I can not imagine ever going through that again. How would I take care of Emma if I was sick again? Would I really want to miss 7-8 months of her life? Is it ok for her to be an only child? Will I be truly happy with just one? I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 9th 2007, Emma was born. I don’t remember much from the delivery. I know she was face up and stuck. I pushed for 3 ½ hours. Finally she came. I remember being happy and relieved. I thought my nightmare was over. I could go home and enjoy being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;Things did get better, but that nightmare was not over. I started getting excruciating pains in my back. Pains so bad that I couldn’t function. I couldn’t take care of my baby. Nick or my mom would have to leave work (thank God for them). I had more doctors appointment. I was depressed. Why was this all happening to me? It took a few months, but I finally got some answers. My gallbladder had to be removed. In early December I had surgery. Things are not completely better, but at least I am not in pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being pregnant, my memory is bad. Real bad. I forget a lot. I know it is normal to forget things and I am not the only one. I forget things that I really don’t want to forget. Why can’t I forget the one thing I don‘t want to remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-967610430318837927?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/967610430318837927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=967610430318837927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/967610430318837927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/967610430318837927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/11/forget.html' title='Forget...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-671054056279814976</id><published>2008-11-18T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:45:53.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Livin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SSNFdhSkJjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w14A7L974JM/s1600-h/Farmlivin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270132362408371762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SSNFdhSkJjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w14A7L974JM/s320/Farmlivin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Emma to see Nick's brother and sister in law in Lodi on Saturday. They live on a farm. Or is it a ranch? I don't know the difference=) Emma loved seeing all the animals. Her cousins Lina and Sarah had a great time bringing her around to see them all. They even brought a horse and a sheep out of the pens so Emma could get real close. She was not too sure about it. She likes the better behind the fence. Do you blame her?!? Three out of the four sheep are pregnant. One is pregnant with triplets! YIKES! Hopefully we will be able to get Emma back out there when the babies come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-671054056279814976?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/671054056279814976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=671054056279814976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/671054056279814976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/671054056279814976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/11/farm-livin.html' title='Farm Livin'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SSNFdhSkJjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w14A7L974JM/s72-c/Farmlivin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-1468267736612604189</id><published>2008-11-06T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:27:59.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Fist Dental Visit</title><content type='html'>Emma had her very first dental appointment yesterday. I had a feeling that she was going to be a tough patient. I thought she would cry, kick and scream. Since I use to work at a pediatric dental office, I knew what to expect. I have seen a ton of babies go for their first check up and it not go so well. No biggie. If she screamed at least her mouth would be open right!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the office, she played in the waiting room. The RDA called us back, and Emma reached for her. She wanted to be held by her. It was pretty cute. The RDA really liked her. Emma got a sticker (she still doesn't know what to do with them). She sat on Nick's lap while he sat in the dental chair (pretty funny to see a grown man sit in a child's dental chair). The dentist was so sweet with her. She showed her the little mirror and Emma loved it. She opened her mouth wide and let the dentist check her teeth. She didn't scream, cry or anything! I was so impressed. Emma is getting 4 teeth! No wonder she isn't sleeping well at night! I hope she does this well in 6 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-1468267736612604189?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1468267736612604189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=1468267736612604189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1468267736612604189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1468267736612604189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/11/emmas-fist-dental-visit.html' title='Emma&apos;s Fist Dental Visit'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-5407516102318810820</id><published>2008-11-01T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:37:48.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treating... leads to a doctor visit in the morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0txmQ7T_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dZijAOvnP20/s1600-h/100_6838ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263913869574361074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0txmQ7T_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dZijAOvnP20/s320/100_6838ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Emma helped carve her pumpkin. She had a great time getting the "guts" out. She said pumpkin over and over again. I think it is her new favorite word. She even tried to eat it. She is very proud of her pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Emma went trick or treating. She loved walking around the neighborhood in her tutu. It rained off and on throughout the night, but that didn't stop us. Em went door to door, with her cousins. She even tried to go into the houses, what a goof! Nick dressed in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teletubbie&lt;/span&gt; costume. David went as a cow and Nick #2 went as an 80's guy? Not too sure. I guess your never too old to dress up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma had her first sucker! I think she really enjoyed it. She looked so cute sucking on the thing. Anyone who knows her, knows she won't eat so I thought for sure she wouldn't want the sucker either. WRONG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were done, she helped Lexi check her candy. She thought it was hilarious to sit on the nicely organized piles Lexi worked so hard to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, she did not sleep. She tossed and turned. She cried in her sleep. It was sad and stressful all at the same time. This morning, Nick changed her diaper and there was blood in her poop. Pretty scary! You can only imagine the thoughts running through my head. Could it be the sucker? Is this because she never eats? What is wrong with my baby? We called Dr. Singer and he had us go see an after hours office in Pleasant Hill. He told us it was probably nothing, but he would rather her be checked. The doctor was really nice, he took an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt; of Emma's tummy. She did pretty well. Turned out she is constipated. This afternoon she was back to her silly self. Hopefully she will feel better by tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0txVVV-iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ufTKhFmUsIE/s1600-h/100_6568ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263913865029483042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0txVVV-iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ufTKhFmUsIE/s320/100_6568ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0tx8lMf4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/krZFGhOOfNs/s1600-h/100_6908ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263913875564953474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0tx8lMf4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/krZFGhOOfNs/s320/100_6908ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0tycQjBzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m65s4lw4noE/s1600-h/100_6916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263913884068284210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0tycQjBzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m65s4lw4noE/s320/100_6916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/7733455098549098538-5407516102318810820?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/5407516102318810820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=5407516102318810820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5407516102318810820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5407516102318810820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treating-leads-to-doctor-visit.html' title='Trick or Treating... leads to a doctor visit in the morning.'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQ0txmQ7T_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dZijAOvnP20/s72-c/100_6838ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-4271803307372244265</id><published>2008-10-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:36:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Emma was exploring the front yard yesterday waiting patiently to go to the park. She kept walking up to the pumpkins and I would say "pumpkin". A few minutes later I hear her say it! It's so cute! She won't say Mama (sore subject), but she will say pumpkin. I thought I was hearing things. I thought it was too big of a word for her to say but she kept saying it over and over again. Later at the park she was saying it to her Aunt and cousins. It was so cute! Today she was looking at pictures on the computer with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nonnie&lt;/span&gt;, and one came up with a pumpkin and she said it again. She really knows what a pumpkin is!?! I was trying to get her to say it for me so I could record it, but being the stubborn kid that she is, she would not say it. Every time I would give up, she would say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the sore subject. Since Emma was a newborn, I tried to teach her mama. I never said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dada&lt;/span&gt; because I wanted her to say mama first! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; You know Nick must have been brainwashing her with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dada's&lt;/span&gt;.  It totally backfired on me! She says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dada&lt;/span&gt; all day everyday. It makes me so mad. It's like she knows I want her to say it and she refuses. I seriously have not heard her say it for WEEKS! She says, okay, bye, uh oh, pat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dada&lt;/span&gt;, and now pumpkin. No Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQk5D1BviiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZiixUm4NPOk/s1600-h/100_6464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262800377495915042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQk5D1BviiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZiixUm4NPOk/s320/100_6464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQk5EEWxK6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ktYHiQhqpk/s1600-h/100_6453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262800381610634146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQk5EEWxK6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ktYHiQhqpk/s320/100_6453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7733455098549098538-4271803307372244265?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/4271803307372244265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=4271803307372244265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4271803307372244265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4271803307372244265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQk5D1BviiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZiixUm4NPOk/s72-c/100_6464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-5137605017376844054</id><published>2008-10-27T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:59:22.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saturday was our 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual Halloween party. We has a nice turn out. Nick was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teletubbie&lt;/span&gt;, and I was a witch. Every year Nick tries to find the funniest costume. I think this year he really enjoyed what he chose. He was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; a lot of the night, and even did a freestyle rap. I have the video to prove. I hope to post that soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdkhx2JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L5DghI56HNc/s1600-h/100_6162ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970688464509074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdkhx2JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L5DghI56HNc/s320/100_6162ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdf8GegI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_9vvu8I2jgI/s1600-h/100_6112ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970687232735746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdf8GegI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_9vvu8I2jgI/s320/100_6112ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdNPnY8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cz0V5PJg96c/s1600-h/100_6125ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970682214310850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdNPnY8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cz0V5PJg96c/s320/100_6125ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGcfW8TSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KRAm68Ws5YY/s1600-h/100_6120ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970669897010466" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGcfW8TSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KRAm68Ws5YY/s320/100_6120ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGC_BpJGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DPnmQylhXco/s1600-h/100_6317ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970231721010274" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGC_BpJGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DPnmQylhXco/s320/100_6317ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGCGGYpeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uXk_x4wNOPY/s1600-h/100_6110ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970216440079842" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGCGGYpeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uXk_x4wNOPY/s320/100_6110ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGBZjAAKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4zzR4w6ufvY/s1600-h/100_6109ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970204480503970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGBZjAAKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4zzR4w6ufvY/s320/100_6109ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGAxVSWuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C3JyUrU2inc/s1600-h/100_6117ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970193685568226" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGAxVSWuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C3JyUrU2inc/s320/100_6117ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGATZ0pPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1jh3_SXvotI/s1600-h/100_6214ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261970185651528946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGATZ0pPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1jh3_SXvotI/s320/100_6214ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZHn9nyPlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6N-dmLE5DJw/s1600-h/100_6229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261971966510906962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZHn9nyPlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6N-dmLE5DJw/s320/100_6229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-5137605017376844054?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/5137605017376844054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=5137605017376844054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5137605017376844054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5137605017376844054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SQZGdkhx2JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L5DghI56HNc/s72-c/100_6162ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-7641276537260496013</id><published>2008-10-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:38:29.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma and Presley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SP6sKMfMLCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RpVjcFh9dzU/s1600-h/100_6012ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259830705966033954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SP6sKMfMLCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RpVjcFh9dzU/s320/100_6012ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was pregnant, I wondered how Presley would react to a baby in the house. He was always afraid when kids were in the house. He would run off and hide. During the end of my pregnancy he spent a lot of time in bed with me. It was like he knew I was sick. I worried that he was getting too attached to me, and when Emma came I would not have enough time for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong, he now wants nothing to do with me. He loves Emma. He lets her do anything she wants to him. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tortures&lt;/span&gt; him at times, and he comes back for more. Lately she will lay on him and cuddle or sit in his bed with him. They have become such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma spent a lot of the day chasing Presley around the house. I think they both enjoyed it. Em thought it was hilarious when Presley came up and kissed her cheek. I was lucky enough to get a picture of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-7641276537260496013?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/7641276537260496013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=7641276537260496013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7641276537260496013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7641276537260496013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/emma-and-presley.html' title='Emma and Presley'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SP6sKMfMLCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RpVjcFh9dzU/s72-c/100_6012ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-1748052710880744276</id><published>2008-10-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:39:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we brought Emma to the pumpkin patch! It was so much fun! We had a nice group with us. David, Rachel and the girls, Matt, Theresa, Alexis, Adrianna, Miguel, Dayna and baby Adriana. How fun! I can't believe that last year, Emma was as small as Adriana is now. It really showed us how much she has grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was amazed at all the pumpkins. She went up and hugged them. She explored the Indian huts with Nick. Went through a hay maze with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jazzlynn&lt;/span&gt;. Watched a barnyard concert, and danced away. She has always been a sucker for music. It gets her every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really enjoyed the hayride to the pumpkin area. Picking a pumpkin is a important job, and she did not take it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lightly&lt;/span&gt;. When she finally found "her" perfect pumpkin she was so proud. It was big, round and MOLDY, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;! Nick had to redirect her to another pumpkin. At this point she was more interested in playing in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhPqI-HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HY_vvhFiH80/s1600-h/Emma+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259291241745021042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhPqI-HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HY_vvhFiH80/s320/Emma+halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e can't wait to bring her again next &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhrTCb_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ngKRfD7QgC0/s1600-h/Adriana+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259291249164316658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhrTCb_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ngKRfD7QgC0/s320/Adriana+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhPqI-HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HY_vvhFiH80/s1600-h/Emma+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhPqI-HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HY_vvhFiH80/s1600-h/Emma+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhPqI-HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HY_vvhFiH80/s1600-h/Emma+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBh_yjAWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QsKzXU8zLOE/s1600-h/100_5956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259291254665183586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBh_yjAWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QsKzXU8zLOE/s320/100_5956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBiQ2bo6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4FCuO1T6pAk/s1600-h/100_5871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259291259244880802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBiQ2bo6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4FCuO1T6pAk/s320/100_5871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBiOSanfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/j9MLo_CdnPw/s1600-h/100_5928ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259291258556947954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBiOSanfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/j9MLo_CdnPw/s320/100_5928ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-1748052710880744276?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1748052710880744276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=1748052710880744276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1748052710880744276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/1748052710880744276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Fun!!!'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPzBhPqI-HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HY_vvhFiH80/s72-c/Emma+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-6997300444483249878</id><published>2008-10-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:34:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;Emma was doing so well eating her food. Now all of the sudden she refuses to eat. All she will eat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/span&gt; (if we are lucky). I am so frustrated. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; hungry. She is being a beast! I have tried everything in the cupboard. I waste so much food. Nick is staying out late tonight with some friends, and I need a break ASAP. I might run away. Anyone want to come with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-6997300444483249878?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/6997300444483249878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=6997300444483249878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/6997300444483249878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/6997300444483249878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-we-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-3060843930659116658</id><published>2008-10-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:40:05.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went to Great America, to watch my sister's cheer team (she coaches) compete. Let's just say that they were amazing! I can not believe how talented they ALL were. They were by far the best team there! I am so proud of them all. They qualified for nationals at Disneyland, and took first place. Emma was in awe. She really enjoyed watching the competition. Who knows, maybe she will follow in her auntie's footsteps. Let's just hope she has her aunt's skills=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to San Francisco to watch the Columbus Day Parade (or whatever it was renamed to) We took a nice walk to my Aunt and Uncle's weekend apartment, it was so nice! I can see why they love it there. Emma enjoyed all the attention from her crazy cousins. Later we walked back to my grandmother's apartment and watched the parade. Emma got so much attention from all the people in the floats. She even got up close and personal with a horse and Dalmatian. After the parade, we went to the rooftop to watch the Blue Angels. Emma being Emma, fell asleep right when the show started. She can sleep through anything. Wow they are incredible. I can not believe how talented they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will be a new tradition. It was so fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPQFRiG6z5I/AAAAAAAAADw/NYei-gOS9Cc/s1600-h/100_5663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256832463819952018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPQFRiG6z5I/AAAAAAAAADw/NYei-gOS9Cc/s320/100_5663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPQFRAXE5XI/AAAAAAAAADg/sC84QOKa1Pg/s1600-h/100_5626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPQFRtdn_5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/AFNpL9Hw9OA/s1600-h/100_5675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256832466867978130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPQFRtdn_5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/AFNpL9Hw9OA/s320/100_5675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SPQFRAXE5XI/AAAAAAAAADg/sC84QOKa1Pg/s1600-h/100_5626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256832454760916338" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SOt5xVvK8TI/AAAAAAAAADI/s-MWgfm5GsE/s320/100_5090.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-3258066283011727232?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3258066283011727232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=3258066283011727232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3258066283011727232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3258066283011727232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SOt6A08I15I/AAAAAAAAADY/A3ZZx2gjS1o/s72-c/100_5054ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-133631246885709410</id><published>2008-10-07T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:04:59.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma went to a costume party on Saturday. She skipped her nap (never again) boy was she a grump at times. I think she enjoyed walking around in her costume. She hit the pinata, ate cake, and walked around her Aunts house like she owned the place. Typical Emma. I don't think she even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recognized&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Robbie in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariana (the birthday girl) looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adorable in her Lady Bug costume. She is such a cutie. She adores Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take Emma trick or treating this year, I think she will have a blast with her cousins. Hopefully Stephanie and Gilbert will have Ariana! There are much more houses in our development this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to our 5 annual Halloween Party on the 25th!!! I can not believe it has been 5 years already. I think we will have a nice turn out. It will be nice to actually be able to enjoy myself this year, Emma will be with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we will be going to Great America to watch my sister's cheer team compete! Should be fun. And Sunday hopefully we will be going to San Francisco to see the Columbus Day Parade! I have always wanted to go. Should be an interesting weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-133631246885709410?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/133631246885709410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=133631246885709410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/133631246885709410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/133631246885709410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/10/emma-went-to-costume-party-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-8856148070518953961</id><published>2008-10-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:16:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SOeWD-3KrlI/AAAAAAAAACw/dqA-2EiDhWk/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253332485509131858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SOeWD-3KrlI/AAAAAAAAACw/dqA-2EiDhWk/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not much has changed since I last updated this. I guess the only thing is she now has enough hair for pigtails =) And we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; having fun with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having a one year old is so much fun! I am loving every minute of it. She is such a good girl. This week my sister Stephanie was off, so Emma got to spend all week with her. We went shopping most of the week and Emmy loved it. I think we may be creating a monster. We even met up with Nick for lunch finally. Emma got to meet all of Nick's coworkers. She was a hit! She has the goofiest personality. I think she is going to be a lot like her daddy, god help us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Emma is going to a birthday party. It is a costume party. She looks adorable in her little ballerina costume. I know she will have a blast. I am amazed at how much Emma loves being around other kids. As my sister puts it "she is the ring leader of all the kids on the block and she is only one" it is hilarious. 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She looked so tall. I was so confused. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ottoman&lt;/span&gt;. Not only was she on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ottoman&lt;/span&gt;, she was standing on it! I was speechless, it took me forever to finally tell her no! I jumped up laughing (I know I shouldn't have laughed, but it just looked so funny) and grabbed her, she tried to do it again several times. Man am I in for it now! She is so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-3628745460564266602?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3628745460564266602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=3628745460564266602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3628745460564266602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3628745460564266602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/queen-of-mountain.html' title='The Queen of The Mountain...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-4314685068906548731</id><published>2008-09-21T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:19:03.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SNbxKnZqUCI/AAAAAAAAACo/rJoNHU3Xgd0/s1600-h/100_4734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248647580424491042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SNbxKnZqUCI/AAAAAAAAACo/rJoNHU3Xgd0/s320/100_4734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Emma's birthday party. She had a great time visiting with her family and friends. What a day it was! Perfect weather, not too hot and not too cold. I think everyone enjoyed themselves. Emma loved all her gifts. She got a ton of toys and clothes. She has played with everything at least once, including her new clothes. Emma loves clothes. The icing on the cake was a hit, she was so gooey when she was finished! No one wanted to touch her, my mom got appointed as the baby cleaner. Lucky her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;. I think Emma is too! It has been a pretty lazy day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, shampoo the carpet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-4314685068906548731?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/4314685068906548731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=4314685068906548731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4314685068906548731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4314685068906548731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/emmas-big-day.html' title='Emma&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SNbxKnZqUCI/AAAAAAAAACo/rJoNHU3Xgd0/s72-c/100_4734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-5589345796314890458</id><published>2008-09-18T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:00:08.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SNLdaobRkGI/AAAAAAAAACY/AQ_rMs9viAI/s1600-h/100_4544ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247499965438201954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SNLdaobRkGI/AAAAAAAAACY/AQ_rMs9viAI/s320/100_4544ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was tired of being cooped up in the house, so we went for a mini walk to get the mail, then I let her walk around the yard. She is doing great! She walked up and down the sidewalks, looking at flowers and really enjoying herself. I need to get her outside more often. Maybe on Sunday we will go on a shopping spree for some new shoes! Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-5589345796314890458?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/5589345796314890458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=5589345796314890458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5589345796314890458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/5589345796314890458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-outside_18.html' title='Adventures Outside'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SNLdaobRkGI/AAAAAAAAACY/AQ_rMs9viAI/s72-c/100_4544ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-8297098265423796484</id><published>2008-09-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:41:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Two</title><content type='html'>We got to HWY 5 again, and Melanie's son called to let us know his sister went into labor and we weren't going to be able to get Emma's pictures done. Can you believe it! Hopefully we will get them done soon. 3rd times a charm right?!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-8297098265423796484?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/8297098265423796484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=8297098265423796484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/8297098265423796484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/8297098265423796484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/strike-two.html' title='Strike Two'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-412450991099915693</id><published>2008-09-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:16:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year pictures... Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM_NeW9c1ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4_xmttnaPo4/s1600-h/100_4330ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM_NJOLyeCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FEhJcmqkiUo/s1600-h/100_4340ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637649219975202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM_NJOLyeCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FEhJcmqkiUo/s320/100_4340ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to have Emma's pictures done last week in Sacramento. Melanie, our wedding photographer was expecting us at 3 pm. As soon as we got on HWY 5 traffic stopped. There was a horrific crash. Luckily it was not fatal. It took us over an hour to go one mile. Finally we were able to get off at an exit and turn around to go home. What a waste! Luckily Emma was a trooper in the car. She was too busy playing with my mom to know she was in the car for as long as she was. So today, we will try again. Hopefully we will make it. Emma has been such a grump, if only she was old enough to bribe her to take good pictures. Wish us luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM_NeW9c1ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4_xmttnaPo4/s1600-h/100_4330ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7733455098549098538-412450991099915693?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/412450991099915693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=412450991099915693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/412450991099915693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/412450991099915693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-year-pictures-take-two.html' title='One year pictures... Take Two'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM_NJOLyeCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FEhJcmqkiUo/s72-c/100_4340ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-9090565237255909595</id><published>2008-09-15T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:53:49.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich...</title><content type='html'>Emma is the hardest kid when it comes to eating. I am trying to figure her out. Since 4 months old I have tried off and on to feed her food. She wasn't having it at four months so I decided to wait until 6 months, well again she didn't want to eat! So now at age one, we are struggling to find something that she will eat. I have tried everything I can think of. A friend of mine told me her son (who is 2 weeks younger) likes grilled cheese sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I made her one. She likes it. She chews it and spits it out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt; yuck who taught her that! For the most part she likes it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could figure out what else she will eat. She can't live on pudding and grilled cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-9090565237255909595?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/9090565237255909595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=9090565237255909595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/9090565237255909595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/9090565237255909595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/emma-and-grilled-cheese-sandwich.html' title='Emma and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich...'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-4931074474043618002</id><published>2008-09-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:11:03.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>She Walks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM1SObqSmHI/AAAAAAAAABo/84_5yPApm0A/s1600-h/100_4059ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939548853278834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM1SObqSmHI/AAAAAAAAABo/84_5yPApm0A/s320/100_4059ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An update on Emmy! I forgot the password, and was too lazy to try and figure it out, or have a new one made until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma started walking right before she turned one! She is almost a pro! We had a "practice" birthday party for her on Tuesday. Man was she a grump! Bad idea! She took the whole "it's my party I can cry if I want to" way to seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday party is on Saturday. Let's hope she is a happy camper! We got a little out of control on the invites. It should be quite an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered her cake yesterday! Fun! Ordered her balloons! I hope 4 dozen will be enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the start of me watching Adrianna only twice a week. I think Emma will like having me all to herself again. We will miss Adrianna, but I am sure we will see her everyday anyways. Having two kids under age one was rough! But we made it through it. I no now that I do not want another kid for a long time, if ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-4931074474043618002?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/4931074474043618002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=4931074474043618002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4931074474043618002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/4931074474043618002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-walks.html' title='She Walks!!!'/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SM1SObqSmHI/AAAAAAAAABo/84_5yPApm0A/s72-c/100_4059ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-3806019991840361900</id><published>2008-05-19T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:39:09.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SDJVNW54fWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tnKs2nUK2rI/s1600-h/100_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202314207541362018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SDJVNW54fWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tnKs2nUK2rI/s320/100_2503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma went swimming all weekend long. I am pretty sure she is going to be a fish just like her big cousin Alexis. She loves to splash! She doesn't even mind getting her hair wet! She went in the pool with a few of her friends, check out the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the camera on Sunday. We bought a new one tonight, it was not in the budget, but we can't go another day with out taking pictures of our sweet little Emma Bug... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7733455098549098538-3806019991840361900?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3806019991840361900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=3806019991840361900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3806019991840361900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/3806019991840361900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/05/emma-went-swimming-all-weekend-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SDJVNW54fWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tnKs2nUK2rI/s72-c/100_2503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-806102383638025411</id><published>2008-05-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:45:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma Crawled for the first time last night. We are not sure if this is a good thing or bad?!? She is all over the place! When she isn't crawling she is scooting on her butt. She can really get around! Nick went to get some baby proofing items tonight. Man we are in for it! I have to put her in her crib just to run to the bathroom haha!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkO7W54fVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rh1fg8q2BF0/s1600-h/100_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkO7W54fVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rh1fg8q2BF0/s320/100_2428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-806102383638025411?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/806102383638025411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=806102383638025411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/806102383638025411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/806102383638025411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/05/emma-crawled-for-first-time-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkO7W54fVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Rh1fg8q2BF0/s72-c/100_2428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-7926070139767226234</id><published>2008-05-12T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:04:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNJ254fSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/88HlCk6Zews/s1600-h/100_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNJ254fSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/88HlCk6Zews/s160/100_2410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later Saturday night we made the trip to San Rafael for Danny's confirmation. It was the first time all four babies were together. Adrianna was a hit! Everyone was finally able to meet her. Victoria slept the whole time, and Mia was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;, laughing a lot. Emma enjoyed being passed around from family member to family member. We get to do it all over again in a few weeks for Jason's graduation party! Hopefully we will get a picture of all the babies together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNKW54fTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FSeQJcVgi68/s1600-h/100_2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNKW54fTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FSeQJcVgi68/s160/100_2417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNKW54fUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ygslHkQYNjQ/s1600-h/100_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNKW54fUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ygslHkQYNjQ/s160/100_2416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-7926070139767226234?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/7926070139767226234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=7926070139767226234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7926070139767226234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/7926070139767226234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/05/later-saturday-night-we-made-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkNJ254fSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/88HlCk6Zews/s72-c/100_2410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733455098549098538.post-2037631201405632531</id><published>2008-05-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:33:30.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday Emma went to a Pirate birthday party in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Livermore&lt;/span&gt;. She enjoyed watching the kids play on the playground. She didn't even mind wearing her pirate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attire&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkMCW54fRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytBOmMDctN4/s1600-h/100_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkMCW54fRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytBOmMDctN4/s320/100_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733455098549098538-2037631201405632531?l=nicknessaemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/feeds/2037631201405632531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733455098549098538&amp;postID=2037631201405632531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/2037631201405632531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733455098549098538/posts/default/2037631201405632531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicknessaemma.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-saturday-emma-went-to-pirate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicknessaemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472667880181464815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtgoJYsfqbA/Thy7rOdT5ZI/AAAAAAAABho/jQ9Pwt4eTTM/s220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4OtDXTo3k/SCkMCW54fRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytBOmMDctN4/s72-c/100_2382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
