<?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-30787063</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:26:32.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS BOY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116874212852309428</id><published>2007-01-13T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:35:28.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stopping this blog</title><content type='html'>hi all, i have decided two blogs are too much. i started this one for my son and stories about him, but i have incorporated that into my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rnmom.spaces.live.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have turned off comments here because i was getting spam kind of stuff. please come see me at the other site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116874212852309428?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116874212852309428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116874212852309428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2007/01/stopping-this-blog.html' title='stopping this blog'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116287908426770305</id><published>2006-11-07T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:58:04.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things to know about me</title><content type='html'>1) i'm really short (4'11")&lt;br /&gt;2) for my weight i should be taller, but i've always been curvy&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm a wife, a mom, and a nurse,  i mostly identify with being a mom&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm a cancer (july)&lt;br /&gt;5) i have a good husband who can be a little tough to live with, but he loves me no matter what, and he has a great butt&lt;br /&gt;6) i have two neices and nephew i love like my own, my nephew has cystic fibrosis&lt;br /&gt;7) i hate to clean my house so much so that i sometimes take a few days off, and then deal with the consequences&lt;br /&gt;8) my son is adorable-just look through the photo album, i want another baby&lt;br /&gt;9) he is the best thing that ever happened to me, next to my husband&lt;br /&gt;10) i have known my husband since he was 12 and i was 13&lt;br /&gt;11) because he was my brothers best friend (still is)&lt;br /&gt;12) i should not be blogging right now&lt;br /&gt;13) i'm obsessed with NoBloPoMo&lt;br /&gt;14) i feel a real sense of accomplishment if i get people to leave me comments (you like me you really like me!)&lt;br /&gt;15) i think i have one regular reader named jean, you can find her under places i like&lt;br /&gt;16) i have a few close friends, a lot of people i'm friendly with&lt;br /&gt;17) i honor my commitments, if i say i'll do it i will, if i don't really commit then i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;18) i'm very honest-except if i have to hurt someones feelings, if i have to i do it kindly&lt;br /&gt;19) i know i can do anything i decide to do-like nursing school&lt;br /&gt;20) for some reason i can't decide to take better care of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok must do that housework, get ready for work thing now! see you all tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;12:26 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116287908426770305?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116269016293891438</id><published>2006-11-04T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:29:22.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a neice who is three, she has huge blue eyes and long light brown hair with blond streaks. she is one of the funniest people i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother (the king of inappropriate)  taught her to say; "farts are awesome" she says it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'farts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;rawe-some&lt;/strong&gt;"  another personal favorite is ella are you on crack? she looks at you and says "&lt;strong&gt;no, i'm not on crrrrack&lt;/strong&gt;" it has become a running joke within my family. a few days ago i was at my moms with Will, my sister in law came to visit with my niece and nephew, and with all three kids running around we began to smell something unpleasent and started checking diapers, both boys were clean so my SIL asked my neice if she farted....she said&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;no, but i farted on the way here&lt;/strong&gt;" completely serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this week i was watching her and my nephew and son and her house, i wanted to clean up the mess the boys made eating lunch so i asked her, ella where does mommy keep the broom.&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me very seriously spread her arms out in an i don't know motion and said "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i think&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;we are all out of brooms&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had taken her to preschool earlier in the day and picked her up. after we had been home a while i noticed she only had one shoe on, i asked her where the other one was and after thinking about for a moment she said "&lt;strong&gt; i think we left it at school&lt;/strong&gt;" i had to think about it but no she had it when i picked her up, right? i mean i would have noticed if she had only one shoe on...i think! after a minute i decided she did have two shoes on, but i had been chasing a walker and a crawler on very little sleep all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of preschool, i got lost on the way and turned around cause i thought i had gone too far, she spoke up from the back-&lt;strong&gt;what did we forget&lt;/strong&gt;? i explained i went the wrong way and she told me that her school was the other way, so i turned back around but called my mom who has done this before to check, i explained all this and my mom said alison, your listening to a three year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; never a dull moment when ella is around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116269016293891438?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116257816282293767</id><published>2006-11-03T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:22:42.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A MOMS LIFE</title><content type='html'>where are my comments? i love jean (myother blog-here haunting silence) but i wonder if i am writing to an audience of one....&lt;br /&gt;i'm making an effort NoBloPoMo and everything...come on people comment dependent here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for your personal amusement (and maybe a little sympathy for me)&lt;br /&gt;here is my recap of yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5am&lt;/strong&gt;- wake up because the boy is awake and yelling mama! mama!&lt;br /&gt;feed him, change him give him milk let him play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7am&lt;/strong&gt;-put the boy down for his nap, go lay down myself ( i have to work tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9am&lt;/strong&gt;-get up throw clothes on myself and boy, grab diaper bag, go pick up my mom for dentists appt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-11am&lt;/strong&gt; chase son around waiting room saying "no no will" or "mama said no" way too many times to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-1:30pm&lt;/strong&gt;-drive mom home, do her laundry, put new sheets on her bed, make lunch and clean it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30-2pm&lt;/strong&gt; drive home  to meet sister who is watching will, baby falls asleep in car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:00-2:45&lt;/strong&gt; run around like idiot, cleaning up house, packing diaper bag, getting ready for work, my mother in law is picking up will here in about an hour so can't let her see house trashed, sister had started cleaning before i got here (LOVE HER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:45-3:15&lt;/strong&gt; get too work late(noone cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:15-11:30pm&lt;/strong&gt; work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:30pm-1:30&lt;/strong&gt; am drive home deciding to grocery shop now without the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30-3:00&lt;/strong&gt; am pick up house, put away groceries, start tomorrows supper in crock pot, change laundry, put dog out, slide into bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:15am&lt;/strong&gt; stupid toy in babies room starts going off on its own, loudly playing music waking me up through the baby moniter, stops on its own, baby still sleeping, go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:30am&lt;/strong&gt; stupid toy goes off again in babies room,waking me up again, this time he is stirring, i must make it stop, run and and grab the toy, run out again, baby wakes up starts screaming cause he saw me...&lt;br /&gt;go back in pick him up, and he is soaked, bring him downstairs to change him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:30-4:30 am&lt;/strong&gt; change baby into new diaper and dry jammies, give him milk, watch sesame st on tape until he appears sleepy again, put him back to bed, slide back in bed myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7am&lt;/strong&gt;-wake up because the boy is screaming mama! mama! that was a refreshing 2 1/2 hours!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and i want another kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116257816282293767?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116257816282293767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116257816282293767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116257816282293767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116257816282293767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-moms-life.html' title='IT&apos;S A MOMS LIFE'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116251500157446662</id><published>2006-11-02T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:50:19.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging at work</title><content type='html'>today has been crazy so i am blogging at work in the few minutes of quite time i have...so i don't mess up my commitment to blog every day for a month on day 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ever chase your toddler around in a dentists waiting room for an hour? i'm sure many of you have...but still, not fun! he learned very quickly how to operate the water cooler...he tried to pull over the plants, he banged on the glass door dividing the waiting room from the office, he threw magazines on the floor(only once), spilled cheerios, it was a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom had surgery two days ago on her foot so she couldn't drive herself to this appt. but to be honest most of what i wrote happened in the first fifteen minutes, then he settled down and chatted with everyone in the waiting room who missed all the fun stuff above and told me what a good boy i have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so have to go but tomorrow...the halloween post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116251500157446662?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116251500157446662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116251500157446662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116251500157446662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116251500157446662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogging-at-work.html' title='blogging at work'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116242827283661522</id><published>2006-11-01T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:44:32.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/10-31-06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/10-31-06%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made an appointment with my hair lady for 11am yesterday, october 31st. i wanted to take another set of formal pictures first, but i never got around to it, i woke up with a feeling of dread, but i layed out our clothes so we could get showered and bathed....and then i cancelled the appointment. i didn't do it, i didn't want to in the first place, there are people in our family (like daddy) who really want his haircut, and there are some who think i'm nuts for not cutting it because it is a not neat...it's a messy mop of curls. there are plenty of others who don't feel a need for a haircut like me. it's not in his eyes, it's long on the back and sides, but curls up to the top of his neck anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i do it? or rather why don't i want to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is my baby! i don't feel the need to rush him into boyhood and then manhood. i knew it wasn't the right thing to do when i woke up with a knot in my stomach. does that make me a bad mother for trying to hold onto babyhood a little longer? i don't know and i don't care...so at 18 months still no haircut, and to be honest as long as it is not in his eyes, i don't care if people constantly mistake him for a girl, i'm not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/9-24-06%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/9-24-06%20052.jpg" 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/30787063-116242827283661522?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116242827283661522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116242827283661522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116242827283661522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116242827283661522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-haircut.html' title='first haircut'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116231708921458026</id><published>2006-10-31T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:54:00.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo---and i got the job!</title><content type='html'>i found out a few days ago, but chose to post about my nephew first since it was his birthday ( i love that kid!) it's a long post but worth reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this new position on the same floor will start on 12/10, i'm a little nervous but feeling good about it. we have had lots of manadation lately, and that won't be a problem for me anymore, i don't love 7am, but i know i can do it, i have before, and i won't be so tired all the time cause i will be home by 8pm! i will see my husband every night! so mostly excited i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i have decided to participate in NaBloPoMo. you can go to this link &lt;a href="http://www.fussy.org/nablopomo.html"&gt;http://www.fussy.org/nablopomo.html&lt;/a&gt; to find out more, but essentially i will blog everyday in the month of november...it sounds like a fun challange! so starting tomorrow stop by and check out what i come up with...be sure to leave me lots of comments to encourage me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116231708921458026?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116231708921458026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116231708921458026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116231708921458026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116231708921458026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/10/nablopomo-and-i-got-job.html' title='NaBloPoMo---and i got the job!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116209093314927874</id><published>2006-10-28T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:02:25.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to my favorite nephew!</title><content type='html'>today was my nephews 1st birthday party. he is an amazing little boy and i want to share his story with my friends out there in blogging land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston was born last october 2005. my brother and sister in law already had one child a little girl named ella, and they knew they were ready for another baby. they got pregnant, went for the ultrasound, and were unable to find out what they were going to have cause he didn't cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all waited at the hospital for him to make his arrival, as we do for all new babies in my family, he was finally born around 9pm, but once he was here it was apparent something was wrong. he was taking a while to get pink and his abdomen was very distended. there was a slew of xrays, we heard they were watching gas bubbles in his stomach and intestines to see if they moved all the way through his bowel. they started talking about moving him to a larger childrens hospital, and they did at 1 am. i was with my mom and sister in law in the delivery room when they brought him in to say goodbye, they had him in a "moon box" a clear box as long as a gurney with lots of equipment on it beeping and flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ended up having his first surgery at 9 hours old, my brother at the pediatric hospital, my sister in law at the hospital she gave birth in. he came out of surgery with a colostomy and feeding tube in his abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next few months he lived in the hospital, had several surgies, and hovered around his birth weight, he was becoming a failure to thrive, he wasn't growing, it wasn't until he was 4 months old that he was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, and lactose intolerance. they started him on enzymes, changed his formula and watched him blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is now a little heavier than my son(and six months younger) he is starting to crawl and pull up on things, he has a few words, in other words developing normally. he still has a feeding tube but his colostomy was reversed months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not out of the woods, cystic fibrosis is a disease that will take it's toll on him over time. it causes all bodily secretions to be thickened, so mucus and lung secretions, digestive secretions, and so on and so forth. people with cf end up needing organ transplants, and the average life expectancy is 30, with people living much longer or much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day to be greatful for what we have, a baby who is not currently in the hospital ( to be honest i lost track of how many admissions, but the last one was two weeks ago)who is sweet and smiley and a chunky little love bug. we don't know how hard this disease will be for him, but to be honest i try not to think about it because it is just disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do lots of fundraising as a family, the cf walks, whiffle ball tournaments, bike races, whatever, because that is what my brother and sister in law need to do. just to throw this out there you can purchase cf greeting cards for the holidays as well as other great gifts here &lt;a href="http://www.cff.org/GetInvolved/ShopTheMarketplace/"&gt;http://www.cff.org/GetInvolved/ShopTheMarketplace/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.cff.org/GetInvolved/LimitedCollectibles/limited_collectibles.cfm"&gt;https://www.cff.org/GetInvolved/LimitedCollectibles/limited_collectibles.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also have those rubber bracelets everyone wears , it's a deep blue, i wear mine everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy birthday weston! we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116209093314927874?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116209093314927874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116209093314927874&amp;isPopup=true' 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you have children under 30 lbs, or are close too small children take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://growingspuds.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-safety-moment.html"&gt;http://growingspuds.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-safety-moment.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116208237952100649?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116208237952100649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116208237952100649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116208237952100649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116208237952100649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/10/car-seat-safety-check-this-out.html' title='car seat safety-check this out!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116178252330353455</id><published>2006-10-25T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:22:03.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in genetic screening part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;aka whatever is wrong with you people isn't genetic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so yesterday was genetic screening day, my mother had called the office and added an appt for my little brother at the same time. ( by little i mean 25, the kid is at least six feet) anyway he works in construction and had forgotten about the appt, so did not bring his car to the job site. i had to pick him up, pick up my husband at home and then go to hospital for the appt. William didn't get his nap cause all this was happening when he should have been napping. after about two hours of driving around following school buses that kept stopping and blocking the road off we finally get there, we have to go to one building to check in then back outside and across a parking lot to another building for the appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go to check in and an older woman at the desk says " i have to check in all of you"  we tell her not the baby but the three adults we have an appt next door...she says well let me just call over there and make sure i have to check in all of you...we need to be there in like 5 mins so i'm ready to jump her.. but i behave myself while she calls and gets told, yes all of us... so she pawns off my brother on one of her coworkers and takes forever to check in me and my husband..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting to check in i have to use the bathroom...so i walk in to find a woman standing there looking at me funny at the sink, i say hi and turn to walk to the stalls to find there are no stalls its only a one person bathroom! she must not have locked the door! so she washes her hands and is acting funny and going kind of slow, then she says oh i know what i forgot to do...and walks back over to the toilet and flushes it, then walks to the door so i think she is leaving....but she doesn't leave...she sort of hangs near the door adjusting her clothes...while i watch her....cause i'm waiting for her to leave...... so i can lock the door and pee already....she finally leaves and i use the bathroom and get out there.... in retrospect as i type this since it is the first time i have rethought the whole thing...i pretty much stormed in there and threw her out. i was really tired and in a big hurry yesterday and it was one of those uncomfortable situations that you're just not sure how to behave in..so i am right now laughing hysterically and crying a little as i write this...i'm such a jerk! that poor woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to the screening...we go over to the other building and find the office is tiny, as in there is no waiting room.  Me, my husband, my brother, and my baby in the umbrella stroller literally take up all the available floor space, they tell us the will put us in the big room cause there are so many of us, and i am a little relieved cause i was feeling clausterphobic...yeah the big room is not so big, actually a little smaller then the first room we were in. i fold up the stroller and shove it in the corner, we close the door and my son starts playing with the disgusting toys from the 1970's that are all broken. yeah i'm a good mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother doesn't love small places or crowds and i was already feeling like the walls might be coming in.. the lady comes in and talks for waaayyyyyy toooo looonnnnggggg about stuff we already know, leaves the room like 4 or 5 times, my toddler who did not get his nap is getting antsy...we are trying to keep him happy, we are getting giddy ourselves, the lady keeps explaining stuff we already know....everyone is tired and hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few highlights from the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady: so why are you here today directed to my brother-&lt;br /&gt;adam-so my mother can sleep at night (he says this absolutely deadpan cause he's not trying to be funny) then backtracking-i mean i know it's important and i need to know, but this isn't important to me right now, i'm not having kids yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the lady goes through a very long but not at all in depth explanation of genetics adam says "yeah- i learned that in high school " rude but funny if you know adam...and mild for what i know he wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son trying to play with the lady's usb drive which is around her neck on a lanyard cause he thinks it's a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son showing the lady his belly button....and wanting to see hers....so we pulled him away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between all of this she just keeps giving us looks like i can't believe these people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the three ring circus in a too small too hot room with the toddler getting increasingly. tired and cranky, and the adults getting a little silly in a meeting that went on far too long...we went back to the building we started in on the other side of the same waiting area for the lab work we came in for in the first place...william fell down and started wailing-he wasn't hurt more tired, so i had my blood drawn from my right arm while he wimpered in my left arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we finally got to drop off adam and go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should have the results in a week or two, stay tuned for results...&lt;br /&gt;8:59 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116178252330353455?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-116158399260128282</id><published>2006-10-23T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T02:13:12.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thoughts-yes i'm still alive</title><content type='html'>here are some of my recent happy thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!) dave and i have been doing some talking and in a few months we will start trying for baby #2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the house is completely sided and today before i went to work we hung the new shutters and painted the front door to match-i will post a pic tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) we go for genetic screening this week to deal with the cystic fibrosis thing, this is good because at least it will be over and done with-i am not expecting my husband to be a carrier even if i am as he is european.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) just when i was getting upset about work and all the mandation that has been going on a new position was created, it is 24 hours same as what i am working now, but only two twelve hour shifts instead of 3 eight hour, which would end up being only two weekend days a month, and 7a-7p so i would always be home at a decent hour! no more grocery shopping at one am, or scrambling for someone to take will at 5 am if i get stuck at work overnight! 5 days off a week!! and it looks like noone above me in seniority will want it so there is a good chance i might get it, cross your fingers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)my son is the most adorable child on the planet! he is following directions, speaking in two word sentences, wanting me to read him stories, learning tons of new words everyday, feeding himself with a spoon, and he is officially 1 and 1/2!!! 18 months old a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i started x-mas shopping for will and have bought him some pretty cool toys and books so far! i'll do a post about that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm off to bed (it's 2 am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-116158399260128282?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/116158399260128282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=116158399260128282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116158399260128282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/116158399260128282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-thoughts-yes-im-still-alive.html' title='happy thoughts-yes i&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115936060906204172</id><published>2006-09-27T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:53:44.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the eat like (you have) a toddler diet</title><content type='html'>i went to work the other day and realized i had not had anything to eat. i did have two cups of coffee, i did feed my son two meals, but here it was 4pm, and i was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this does happen on occasion, and it got me thinking, so here are the rules for this diet:&lt;br /&gt;1) completely forget to feed yourself while making nutritious meals for your toddler&lt;br /&gt;(that he will not eat so you end up feeding him milk and crackers...again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)make yourself a nice hot cup of coffee or tea, take a sip if you get the chance, set down cup to attend to toddlers needs, when you remember you made it and go back it is cold and not worth drinking ( see no calories!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) make yourself a bowl of soup for lunch after attempting to feed toddler (who threw his food and cried to get out of highchair) as soon as you sit down to eat it, toddler crawls into your lap and eats half the bowl. -half of a can of campbells goldfish and meatball soup is about 100 calories but you didn't get any meatballs cause your toddler needs the meat more than you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ignore the fact that your stomach is growling because you work second shift and get to bed around 1-2 am, your toddler is convinced you only need about 4 hrs of sleep and gets up 5-6 am. so you are too groggy to care that you are hungry, you just want a cup of coffee and said toddler to go down for morning nap-again no calories-remember rule 2-you're not gonna drink that coffee anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)decide you are still hungry after your oh-so-filling lunch of half a bowl of soup, make a bag of popcorn that you and your toddler munch on. (it's only light popcorn people-that doesn't count as food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)when you are at work and hungry (again) be thankful you work in a hospital and grab cereal or peanut butter and crackers and water to inhale while you try to do your job...cracker for me-meds for mrs. jones, craker for me-call doctor about mr. smith, eat crackers while talking face to face with the doctor who reaches over and grabs one too(hmmm..wonder if they have a toddler?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) when you have a toddler free moment(nap time) eat something that does not qualify as healthy or nutritious because it is fast and requires no prep...a can of olives, chips, goldfish crackers, popcorn, ice cream etc. avoiding the fresh fruit (you bought it for the toddler), or anything that requires more than a quick zap in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get on a scale and are not happy with the number-180-remember that you eat crap so why wouldn't you be chubby!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115936060906204172?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115936060906204172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115936060906204172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115936060906204172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115936060906204172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/09/eat-like-you-have-toddler-diet.html' title='the eat like (you have) a toddler diet'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115820071026464180</id><published>2006-09-13T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:22:54.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when (attempting) to cuddle with a toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/9-5-06%20139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/9-5-06%20139.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have a baby boy, i would sit and hold him and stare into his eyes and study his features, i played with his baby soft hair, smelled his baby smell, studied each detail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's a damn good thing i did, cause that is so over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night while i was rocking my baby before bed, he took my hand and rubbed it across his cheek, so i did for a while, then he looked up at me in the dim bedroom night light. i looked at his beautiful little face for a few seconds, and then out of nowwhere...he stuck his fingers up my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started laughing, he started chortling, we both got a little hysterical, i laid him down in his crib and kissed him goodnight, since the moment was definately gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/9-5-06%20140.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115820071026464180?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115820071026464180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115820071026464180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115820071026464180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115820071026464180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-attempting-to-cuddle-with-toddler.html' title='when (attempting) to cuddle with a toddler'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115762856718000196</id><published>2006-09-07T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:32:28.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>such a boy</title><content type='html'>i am watching my son play next to me on the coach, he is surrounded by 7 matchbox cars( five more than he can hold) as he makes rummm-rummm noises. and i can't help but wonder, &lt;strong&gt;how did&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;get such a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;? i am sure i am not the only mom who has had this thought, i know it is not original, but i am so struck by it that i immediately started writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew months before my ultrasound that he was a boy, i had a dream i was driving and looked into the back seat at a little boy who looked just like my husband, and i was right, i have a little boy who looks just like my husband. he was supposed to be a girl, in my family we always have girls first and even my husband has an older sister, but i knew...this one was a boy, breaking the generations old birth order, girl-boy-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch this little boy run and climb and bruise himself almost daily, he climbs the chairs and the coffee table, he wrestles and rides the dog, i have turned into the kind of mom who wrestles and runs around the house playing i'm gonna get that bum....he loves to throw, anything and everything, while driving i hear ohhhhh caahhrrr from the back seat while he points out every moving vehicle we drive by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he brought me a toy to fix so i pulled out a screwdriver to change the batteries, i was doing this on the island so he could not see what i was doing. he went to the cupboard pulled out a different screwdriver turned another toy upside down and started to try to remove the screws. (we have since moved the tools)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even his hugs are rough, he climbs me like a jungle gym, grabs my hair with both hands and pulls me in as hard as he can.....i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is always surprising me, pushing me to be a different mom then i thought i would be because if he likes bugs(and he does) i will show them too him, if he wants to wrestle i will, if he wants to push cars and trucks around i will, i will sit on my front steps with my hair a mess and in pajamas so that he can watch the garbage truck or the milk truck. i will buy the pajamas covered in cars...that he is wearing right now....so he can look down and be delighted when he notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a mom of a &lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt;.... and i wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115762856718000196?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115762856718000196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115762856718000196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115762856718000196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115762856718000196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/09/such-boy.html' title='such a boy'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115754655442825907</id><published>2006-09-06T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:54:02.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new baby !</title><content type='html'>hi everyone!! since it has been a while since i posted i figured i'd say hi and give you an update... my sister had her baby Donna Elizabeth on august 30. she was sure she did not want to breastfeed despite my gentle prodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so formula it was until day 3....the day she was being discharged at 1pm....when she asked me if she could pump and give formula, i told her she could, went running for the nurse who grabbed the lactation consultant who brought in a pump and we taught her all about pumping in about 45 minutes. my husband ran my pump over the the hospital so she would have one to go home with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went home saying just pumping because it would be too wierd to latch the baby on, by the next day we latched the baby on because it would be just as weird as pumping. well my little neice latched right on four days after birth like she had been doing it all along, and now that smart little girl has decided she doesn't really love formula, and she much prefers breastmilk right from the tap thank you very much! my sister seems to have gotten over her wierdness, and is sounding like a seasoned mama, how much she has pumped, what helps all that good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and her husband are both walking around with stars in their eyes saying isn't she cute, isn't she beautiful? they are young(20 and 23) but after seeing them go through labor and delivery i feel like they have a chance. he was so concerned about her and the baby asking everyone in the waiting room questions about labor and delivery when he ran out to give updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been going over there to help clean, or whatever i can do, yesterday i was there while they were out doing baby paperwork for two hours cleaning, decluttering, chasing will around...&lt;br /&gt;so thats the brief update and here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll try to add pics later because blogger won't me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115754655442825907?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115754655442825907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115754655442825907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-baby.html' title='new baby !'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115724157520912191</id><published>2006-09-02T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:59:35.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back....again!</title><content type='html'>remember way back when (like my third post titled i'm back) when i mentioned that i didn't know how to navigate around blogger? well apparently i managed to somehow set comments so that i had to publish them and didn't know it. so just when i was deciding this blog was a bust and maybe i should stop posting here i accidently found a whole page of comments i had never seen!!! so being the comment dependent person i am i did a little happy dance and published them all.&lt;br /&gt;smart enough to be nurse....smart enough to be a mom....not smart enough to find my comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the second time, i'm back again, hopefully i won't do anything else like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115724157520912191?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115724157520912191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115724157520912191&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115724157520912191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115724157520912191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-backagain.html' title='i&apos;m back....again!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115586536208334392</id><published>2006-08-17T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:03:30.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>hey! i'm just wondering if anyone is actually reading this blog, because the last 9 posts i have had no comments at all, if noone is reading than i may just go back to the one blog thing where i have a least a few comments...so if anyone is reading let me know, (i mean i know my kid is cute but noone is even saying that!!! :) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-14-06%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the duck tour in pennsylvania!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115586536208334392?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115586536208334392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115586536208334392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115586536208334392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115586536208334392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-thing-on.html' title='is this thing on?'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115581285903695593</id><published>2006-08-17T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:07:39.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we who hate the drum!</title><content type='html'>ok i read this post over at mom 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mom-101.blogspot.com/2006/08/isle-of-needy-scary-fcked-up-misfit.html#links"&gt;http://mom-101.blogspot.com/2006/08/isle-of-needy-scary-fcked-up-misfit.html#links&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;which reminded me of this post i wrote on my other blog about the same toy &lt;a href="http://rnmom.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!38C225B23145C601!117.entry"&gt;http://rnmom.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!38C225B23145C601!117.entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i want to know, what toy does your child have that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know, if you write about it i'll post the link!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115581285903695593?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115581285903695593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115581285903695593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115581285903695593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115581285903695593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-who-hate-drum.html' title='we who hate the drum!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115573429802002149</id><published>2006-08-16T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:18:18.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/8-14-06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-14-06%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah....thats what i do all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/8-14-06%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-14-06%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/8-16-06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-16-06%20001.jpg" 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/30787063-115573429802002149?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115573429802002149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115573429802002149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115573429802002149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115573429802002149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115567376540760269</id><published>2006-08-15T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:31:48.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>block party!!!</title><content type='html'>ok so i just saw this on &lt;a href="http://amommystory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amommystory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (a &lt;/a&gt;mommy story) and i want to join the party a day late too!&lt;br /&gt;things i want to share with my son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr.suess books-loved those!&lt;br /&gt;E.T.&lt;br /&gt;charlottes web&lt;br /&gt;mary poppins&lt;br /&gt;wizard of oz&lt;br /&gt;toys that don't talk/play music (just on principle)&lt;br /&gt;mr. rogers&lt;br /&gt;swinging really high&lt;br /&gt;climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;blowing bubbles&lt;br /&gt;and of course sesame st!!! loved that show as a kid, love it more as a mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we just got back from sesame place on sunday, william loves the show!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115567376540760269?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115567376540760269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115567376540760269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115567376540760269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115567376540760269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/block-party.html' title='block party!!!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115505555718468203</id><published>2006-08-08T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:16:00.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little william video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115505555718468203?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115505555718468203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115505555718468203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115505555718468203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115505555718468203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-william-video.html' title='a little william video'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115504567268562353</id><published>2006-08-08T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:02:17.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life as i know it is over!</title><content type='html'>ok so i never explained the name of this blog-of course everyone loves their kids, so it is no surprise to all of you that I LOVE THIS BOY &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/73106%20046.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the reason that i used this name is because since he was an itty bitty baby i have whispered to him while i held or rocked him "i love this boy, i love this boy, i love this boy"so it seemed like the obvious name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking of my boy...today he discovered he is tall enough to grab stuff off of my hutch, what he wanted of course was crayons which he part colors with part eats, (crayola teeth anyone?) so i moved them to the dining room table since he was not secured into his highchair with paper and i didn't want the rest of the house colored on. a few minutes later while i was talking to my mom on the phone i found him standing on the dining room chair.....whoa momma, part proud of him, part terrified about what this means...you see i try to keep up on keeping the floors and dishes and counters clean but i am a piler! so since Will has been walking i have been able to make my piles on top of the bookcase, hutch, etc..... well apparently that is out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are my piles--the dining room table is me packing for our flight to pennsylvania on thursday-sesame place here we come!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-8-06%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-8-06%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and last but not least, my little monkey, this is him right now having his morning nap...recharging his betteries so i can chase him around later!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-8-06%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115504567268562353?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115504567268562353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115504567268562353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115504567268562353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115504567268562353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-as-i-know-it-is-over.html' title='life as i know it is over!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115495896700870712</id><published>2006-08-07T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:55:01.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection on breastfeeding posts:</title><content type='html'>so based on the deafening (almost) silence my breastfeeding posts generated ( except tracy) i'm wondering if i went too far or didn't clearly express how i feel.  i am not judging anyone for what they can or can't do.  while i think everyone should give it a shot, there are a million and one reasons why someone can't or would chose not too, i was just trying to illustrate that while i was a person saying no way, i can't, i won't, i don't want too, that it worked out for me, to my great surprise. and maybe it could work for someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely hope i didn't offend anyone, and i hope i didn't hurt anyones feelings, if i did it was truly not intended and i apologize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115495896700870712?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115495896700870712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115495896700870712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115495896700870712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115495896700870712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/reflection-on-breastfeeding-posts.html' title='reflection on breastfeeding posts:'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115460640136234280</id><published>2006-08-03T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:19:04.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom-101: Too Young For Chutes and Ladders, Too Old To Just Sit There While You Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mom-101.blogspot.com/2006/07/too-young-for-chutes-and-ladders-too.html"&gt;Mom-101: Too Young For Chutes and Ladders, Too Old To Just Sit There While You Drink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post by mom-101 is a few weeks old but just hysterical, i had to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115460640136234280?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115460640136234280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115460640136234280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115460640136234280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115460640136234280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/mom-101-too-young-for-chutes-and.html' title='Mom-101: Too Young For Chutes and Ladders, Too Old To Just Sit There While You Drink'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115454546601020896</id><published>2006-08-02T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:54:19.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's new favorite thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/8-2-06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-2-06%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/8-2-06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-2-06%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/8-2-06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/8-2-06%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAR-CAR-CAR!!! (in his own words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115454546601020896?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115454546601020896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115454546601020896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115454546601020896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115454546601020896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/wills-new-favorite-thing.html' title='Will&apos;s new favorite thing!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115454359076642686</id><published>2006-08-02T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:53:09.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breastfeeding-my experience-part II</title><content type='html'>after telling the doctors that i was uncertain but that i would try they gave me a book on breastfeeding that was seriuosly over simplified but i had just finished nursing school with maternity as the last semester-i had already read/heard/studied all this. i knew all about the things that go wrong, i Knew i would fail, but i decided i would put my money were my mouth was and put in some effort, i read everything i could find, i attended a breastfeeding class with my husband, all the while feeling squemish about the entire thing. i also kept telling myself that with my job pumping at work would not be an option so only three months and then i could stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up having my son by emergency c-section, he didn't like labor anymore than i did and kept dropping his heart rate. after the section we were both pretty sleepy, but i knew i was supposed to feed him as soon as possible after birth, he kept opening his mouth for me but then when tried to get him to latch on he would just lay there with a boob in his mouth looking up at me like what is your problem lady? and not latch on, just layed there with his mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept trying all the first day and by the second the nurses wanted to give him a little formula, i agreed to a little as i was starting to feel guilty that he wasn't latching on, i was afraid he would dehydrate. i know babies are born with the abiltiy to go some time after birth without food, but i was a brand new momma, hormones people hormones! i did make it clear that he would only get formula that one time and no more. (that was the only formula feeding he ever got) by the end of the second day around supper time he latched on!!!!! i could have tap danced on my bed i was so happy, it was only for a few sucks but he did it, i figured if he could do it once he would do it again! by the time we left on day three we pretty much had it down, things were going better than i ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had joked before Will was born that i hoped some serious mommy hormones kicked in to make all that eww gross stuff go away, and of course they did, i have not felt that way since he was born. but i did try to remain sensitive too it and feed him as discreetly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be honest and say the first 6-8 weeks are the hardest, just figuring out this thing you brought home, what he wants, what works, broken up sleep, sore nipples, i personally just lived in the minute and did not think even a few hours ahead. i was tired and frustrated at times and i had lots of supportive family around me. i also had thoughts like if i just gave him formula i could keep sleeping and hubby could do it. we even tried it but that night when he woke up, i ended up picking him up and feeding him, why am i gonna lay here and listen to him cry waiting to eat, which woke me up fully anyway, when i can just feed him and we can all go back to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had some good luck in joining a really great breastfeeding support group through the hospital(they called me) and even though all of our babies are now toddlers we still get together once a week for a playdate. most hospitals have classes and support groups run by lactation consultants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited to introduce bottles until a few weeks before i went back to work, he wanted no part of that (read screamed bloody murder) and it took lots of tries before he took one, we did use a binky the first week he was born and it did not cause any problems with nursing. i did have some seriously sore nipples at the beginning but besides that we had no complications, and i count myself very lucky. i did pump at work until we started weaning and he started on cows milk, and we are basically just now done he is 15 1/2 months, he hasn't nursed in about 3 days and he doesn't really ask for it. i work second shift part time so we will see how beditme tonight goes since i am home . his first illness was a cold and ear infection at 10 months, he has had one ear infection since. that is it, no other illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of my story is try, try like you mean it, get educated, read, go to classes, if you have trouble get help! it doesn't work out, fine, you did your best, if it does you save tons of money on formula, you have a child who will get sick less, and you know you did your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few links i think are helpful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breastfeeding.com/"&gt;http://www.breastfeeding.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good advise, humorous stories, educational info(my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lalecheleague.org/"&gt;http://www.lalecheleague.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is your story? did you have problems? were you able to fix them?&lt;br /&gt;i will post your stories if you like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115454359076642686?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115454359076642686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115454359076642686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115454359076642686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115454359076642686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/08/breastfeeding-my-experience-part-ii.html' title='breastfeeding-my experience-part II'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115436450712687958</id><published>2006-07-31T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:50:53.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breastfeeding-my experience- part I (interactive)</title><content type='html'>i'v decided to write an interactive blog-i'll divide it up so it's not too long to read at once-comment on the peices if  you want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       it seems as if breastfeeding is a pretty hot button issue, i have a girlfriend who was not able to breastfeed with her first son, she is pregnant again i can just see the anxiety growing to "get it right" this time. i have a 20 year old sister who is not even considering it with her baby due next month, and they have no money, breastfeeding would save them the expense of formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      so i'm going to tell my story (for what it is worth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      i am nurse, so all through nursing school they pounded into us the benefit of breastfeeding, good for the mom, good for the baby, good for the families economics....you have heard them all, we all have.&lt;br /&gt;      now this is personal but i have never been a big fan of my boobs, big, heavy, in the way, and very sensitive, didn't love em being touched much. as a matter of fact when i was a preteen i did not want them! ( i lost that battle in a big way) as a teen i learned they had strange powers that i learned to use to my advantage, and i'm sure they helped land me my hubby! overall though still not my favorite body part.  i had seen other people nurse and frankly found it wierd and gross, do i look ?,  don't i look?, act natural, act natural...&lt;br /&gt;      i cannot explain why i had such a strong reaction too it, but i just didn't like it. then i was pregnant with Will sitting on the little table thingy and they asked the dreaded question....are you going to breastfeed? the first time i said i don't know cause i wasn't ready for the question. eventually i told them i would try (and in my head think and i'll fail and he will be on formula and that is fine with me cause i don't wanna anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here is the interactive part...before you had kids how did you feel about the idea of breastfeeding? how did you feel and what did you say to the doctors when/if they asked?&lt;br /&gt;does this feel like an essay question from high school? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115436450712687958?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115436450712687958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115436450712687958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115436450712687958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115436450712687958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/07/breastfeeding-my-experience-part-i.html' title='breastfeeding-my experience- part I (interactive)'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115436216108598445</id><published>2006-07-31T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:47:50.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holy cow you guys are great!</title><content type='html'>i am just amazed how much of a responce a new blog with only three posts gets! thanks to everyone for such a warm welcome! (its because it's a mommy blog right-we need each other!)&lt;br /&gt;i would love help making this space more interesting, unfortunately i haven't got a clue how, or even what to ask. i have to say msn spaces is much easier to find a starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the coolest community! looks like a bunch of hot mammas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115436216108598445?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115436216108598445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115436216108598445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115436216108598445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115436216108598445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/07/holy-cow-you-guys-are-great.html' title='holy cow you guys are great!'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115406630675417138</id><published>2006-07-28T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:27:00.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i'm back</title><content type='html'>so i haven't been writing here for a while...a few reasons are 1) i don't really have readers here yet but i have a precious few at my other site &lt;a href="http://rnmom.spaces.msn.com/PersonalSpace"&gt;http://rnmom.spaces.msn.com/PersonalSpace&lt;/a&gt;, 2) i'm having a really hard time navigating this system to customize my blog, add links or lists, 3) stayed away so long i forgot my password, 4) have been spending more time playing with my other blog. and the top reason 5) feeling a little insecure about having enough material for two blogs-not being sure anyone is  really reading the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have reset my password, i still want to meet other moms who are loving the mommy life as much as i am, i am still a dork...oh wait that has nothing to do with this...so i'll keep going, if your reading me let me know so i know i'm not doing it for nothing, i am comment dependent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the customizing stuff, is there anyplace i can go for simple instructions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115406630675417138?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115406630675417138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115406630675417138&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115406630675417138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115406630675417138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-im-back.html' title='ok i&apos;m back'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115235381549719152</id><published>2006-07-08T06:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:03:09.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding today</title><content type='html'>my sister is getting married at 11am, cost of wedding $5000.00, i have a hair appt at 7:30 am $45.00, my son getting up at 5am, one hour before the alarm was set to go off....priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be a long day, with a reception ending at 4pm on 5 hours of sleep when i'm a 8-10 hrs kind of girl. now honestly i never get 10 hrs, but between night time sleep and day time naps i can usually get 6-8 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is it's a really good thing he gives me his most adorable smile when i get him out of his crib in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is it daddy gets to stay in bed another 45 minutes until i HAVE TOO get in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;who said i wanted to get up? who!&lt;br /&gt;please read above with the understanding it was written by a sleepy mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115235381549719152?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115235381549719152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115235381549719152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115235381549719152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115235381549719152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-today.html' title='wedding today'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30787063.post-115227946886701431</id><published>2006-07-07T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:55:48.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/1600/100_3674.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5181/3308/320/100_3674.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i have started reading some posts on blogger, and while i have an msn space it seems to have evolved to be more about work than home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a beautiful 14 month old son who is the major focus of all my days and i wasn't connecting with other mommies and daddies out there who understand how thrilling it is to watch a little person learn new things and develop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my days are filled with the prerequisite diaper changes, meals, snacks, sippy cup filling, but i'm sure plenty of you know how enjoyable it is to hear your child begin to truly talk to you while he goes about his buisness :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mama!" "yes Will" a smile, "mama! aba da whassat? oh aaba"( add in lots of voice inflection and gesturing ) "oh really baby?" and off he goes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he learned to walk last week and i still haven't gotten used to seeing him come around the corner carrying a sippy cup or a toy, doing his own thing....kind of amazing and a little bit sad! he's so big! he can entertain himself! when did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope this blog can be about celebrating my amazing little guy, and making some like minded friends to share all the fun of toddler temper tantrums and the glory of two hour naps with!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30787063-115227946886701431?l=willsmomali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/feeds/115227946886701431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30787063&amp;postID=115227946886701431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115227946886701431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30787063/posts/default/115227946886701431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willsmomali.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>ALI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
