<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809</id><updated>2009-11-09T20:58:24.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOLA Baby</title><subtitle type='html'>I once was, and now have, a NOLA baby.  This is what its all about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>630</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-6606415131631674908</id><published>2009-11-09T19:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:49:07.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>James, 10 Months</title><content type='html'>James is 10 months old today and he is 100% energy.  He is into absolutely everything.  He does not stop.  He is babbling up a storm, carrying on conversations with himself, everyone around him, and nobody in particular.  He is opening cabinets and slamming his fingers in doors. He is getting stuck on thresholds and cleaning the floors with his wriggling belly.  He is smiling and laughing and screaming and crying and SHOUTING.  He races around in his walker all over the house, chasing us. Nobody is safe, especially not Loki.  We cower in corners and jump on furniture to protect our feet and he thinks it is the funniest game he has ever played.  He is filled with love and joy and everything that is wonderful and, even though he wears us out every day, he is the perfect reminder to enjoy every single minute because soon he will be walking and then saying words and after that speaking in sentences and learning to tell time and tie his own shoes and I will be scratching my head trying to figure out where the time went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge of taking the monthly picture has reached new heights.  I could only do it by strapping him in the highchair. So, here he is after a LONG day of wearing Christian out (the threat of Hurricane Ida shut the schools in NOLA down for the day so they were all stuck at home while I was working).  There is nothing glamorous about the pictures.  This is very much the way Jamesy looks at the end of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvjTIUuKvaI/AAAAAAAAEMY/w_JBNqK7UJk/s1600-h/IMG_7489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvjTIUuKvaI/AAAAAAAAEMY/w_JBNqK7UJk/s320/IMG_7489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299892985675170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvjTIkzdWfI/AAAAAAAAEMg/t5_JasmWvPE/s1600-h/IMG_7494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvjTIkzdWfI/AAAAAAAAEMg/t5_JasmWvPE/s320/IMG_7494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299897302833650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute as ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-6606415131631674908?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/6606415131631674908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=6606415131631674908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/6606415131631674908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/6606415131631674908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/11/james-10-months.html' title='James, 10 Months'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvjTIUuKvaI/AAAAAAAAEMY/w_JBNqK7UJk/s72-c/IMG_7489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-6762278999060871641</id><published>2009-11-08T21:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:44:44.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Satsumas!</title><content type='html'>We spent most of Saturday in Thibodaux picking satsumas and grapefruit and checking on the progress of the sugar cane harvest.  It was one of those perfect days - the weather was just right, the sunlight nice and warm, the birds were busy and singing, the sounds of the cane trucks - totally peaceful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The satsumas are delicious this year and bountiful...more than making up for the poor performance last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first one of the season, nature's candy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2Yzyg-I/AAAAAAAAELg/6ahOjRQ2Q-s/s1600-h/IMG_7429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2Yzyg-I/AAAAAAAAELg/6ahOjRQ2Q-s/s320/IMG_7429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401942243566322658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James' first one of the season and of his life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2juFFWI/AAAAAAAAELo/HZEgSiCAf2A/s1600-h/IMG_7435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2juFFWI/AAAAAAAAELo/HZEgSiCAf2A/s320/IMG_7435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401942246495163746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the porch and with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2Jj_RhI/AAAAAAAAELY/bSZ5tNBw4zA/s1600-h/IMG_7390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2Jj_RhI/AAAAAAAAELY/bSZ5tNBw4zA/s320/IMG_7390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401942239473518098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2xhWSYI/AAAAAAAAELw/TbODb1hlDk8/s1600-h/IMG_7442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2xhWSYI/AAAAAAAAELw/TbODb1hlDk8/s320/IMG_7442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401942250199861634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luz, enjoying the porch, getting ready for sunset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN1pMK5cI/AAAAAAAAELQ/IP4Mqi8oS1M/s1600-h/IMG_7384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN1pMK5cI/AAAAAAAAELQ/IP4Mqi8oS1M/s320/IMG_7384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401942230783681986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with Xian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvePFCKlw2I/AAAAAAAAEMI/OYtZeQZ2pgM/s1600-h/IMG_7481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvePFCKlw2I/AAAAAAAAEMI/OYtZeQZ2pgM/s320/IMG_7481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401943594697605986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki, burning off some serious steam with Star:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvePFhVvNsI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/umysF3O4Wsk/s1600-h/IMG_7457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvePFhVvNsI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/umysF3O4Wsk/s320/IMG_7457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401943603065861826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept the entire time we were driving home.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite shot of the weekend, courtesy of Christian's eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvePEojNq4I/AAAAAAAAEL4/QfhnRZ6ixQk/s1600-h/IMG_7417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvePEojNq4I/AAAAAAAAEL4/QfhnRZ6ixQk/s320/IMG_7417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401943587821562754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-6762278999060871641?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/6762278999060871641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=6762278999060871641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/6762278999060871641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/6762278999060871641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/11/satsumas.html' title='Satsumas!'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SveN2Yzyg-I/AAAAAAAAELg/6ahOjRQ2Q-s/s72-c/IMG_7429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-7930542908783558788</id><published>2009-11-04T21:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:01:28.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling stressed out and anxious about work.  Things have been a bit hectic both at the office and at home and I am just feeling sort of like my focus is off a bit and it is causing my mind to race and my heart to beat a little too fast (not in a good way).  I wish that I could calm the nerves, alleviate the anxiety a bit and take a deep breath.  I wish I could feel that if I try my best it is good enough.  So, right now in particular, I am thankful for the beautiful distractions, the love and support of family and friends (GG's paella tonight was such an unexpected and incredibly welcome surprise - not to mention - it was delicious) and the preoccupation with wondering just how long we can wait to child-proof things around the house.  James has become fixated with opening and closing things.  I never understood all of the locks and switches and bars on top of doors and handles and toilet seats...until now.  Forget about the millions of safe and entertaining toys around the house, all this guy wants to do is open La Luz's dresser drawers and proceed to open and close them until he catches his hand inside, whacks his head on an open drawer, or tries to pull up on it and dislodges it.  The game never ends well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two beautiful distractions earlier tonight, getting ready for a Thanksgiving story and carefree sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNURznEWI/AAAAAAAAELA/Jria01euOc4/s1600-h/IMG_7359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNURznEWI/AAAAAAAAELA/Jria01euOc4/s320/IMG_7359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463913943241058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNUPuomdI/AAAAAAAAEK4/FpP9wpyxZKw/s1600-h/IMG_7353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNUPuomdI/AAAAAAAAEK4/FpP9wpyxZKw/s320/IMG_7353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463913385499090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNUtUDpbI/AAAAAAAAELI/LqefPOwXve0/s1600-h/IMG_7367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNUtUDpbI/AAAAAAAAELI/LqefPOwXve0/s320/IMG_7367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463921327089074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting was challenging (so was James - what a face!).  I wish I had more time to learn how to take pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-7930542908783558788?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/7930542908783558788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=7930542908783558788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7930542908783558788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7930542908783558788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvJNURznEWI/AAAAAAAAELA/Jria01euOc4/s72-c/IMG_7359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-5985780615193922728</id><published>2009-11-03T20:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:51:45.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Our Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq2mhD7rI/AAAAAAAAEKU/-1sJbinF_Dg/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq2mhD7rI/AAAAAAAAEKU/-1sJbinF_Dg/s320/Halloween+2009+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074176990277298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I took La Luz and James with us to the cemetery last Sunday.  It was a little tricky trying to explain the concept of burials and cemeteries to La Luz.  She has a pretty profound understanding of heaven (or at least what she believes is heaven) but the idea of a cemetery is a little bit beyond her grasp.  I don't suppose that is surprising because some parts of the idea are still things that I struggle to understand.  Needless to say, despite a few irreverent suggestions that we open doors and climb stairs, she was totally respectful and intuitive during her first visit.  James, on the other hand, just ate grass.  I am telling you he eats anything and everything he can get his hands on.  Clearly, he is part goat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq1w7aziI/AAAAAAAAEKM/jGSI0v_IYhc/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq1w7aziI/AAAAAAAAEKM/jGSI0v_IYhc/s320/Halloween+2009+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074162605313570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq3RkkK_I/AAAAAAAAEKk/HV0TYTe1j-U/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq3RkkK_I/AAAAAAAAEKk/HV0TYTe1j-U/s320/Halloween+2009+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074188547697650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq3rMNnLI/AAAAAAAAEKs/AVOHA3H_aBA/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq3rMNnLI/AAAAAAAAEKs/AVOHA3H_aBA/s320/Halloween+2009+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074195424877746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq22puFKI/AAAAAAAAEKc/WMjSGoB47lY/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq22puFKI/AAAAAAAAEKc/WMjSGoB47lY/s320/Halloween+2009+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400074181321561250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-5985780615193922728?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/5985780615193922728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=5985780615193922728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/5985780615193922728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/5985780615193922728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebrating-our-loved-ones.html' title='Celebrating Our Loved Ones'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SvDq2mhD7rI/AAAAAAAAEKU/-1sJbinF_Dg/s72-c/Halloween+2009+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-3524688215314573414</id><published>2009-11-02T20:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:05:26.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Saints</title><content type='html'>I suppose it is fitting that today in particular I am really missing Pop.  I thought about him quite a bit yesterday since it was All Saints Day and then again today when I really couldn't get him out of my head.  It started with an email from mom attaching a picture of James.  She noticed a very uncanny resemblance and I sort of have to agree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su-TEzPlgoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/CUdkpRSfcj8/s1600-h/Pop+%26+His+Pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su-TEzPlgoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/CUdkpRSfcj8/s320/Pop+%26+His+Pop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696188924854914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su-TEgxnZSI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/LOsWMXBk-mA/s1600-h/Jamesy,+Pop+likeness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su-TEgxnZSI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/LOsWMXBk-mA/s320/Jamesy,+Pop+likeness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696183967311138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today was one of those perfectly beautiful NOLA fall days.  The sky was blue and the air was thin and clean thanks to cooler temperatures and a burst of low humidity.  On top of the picture perfect day, NOLA was vibrant.  The Saints are playing the Falcons in the dome tonight and it felt like Mardi Gras or New Year's Eve or Halloween downtown.  The streets were packed with people, tailgaters were already setting up as I pulled into the building for work this morning, tourists spilled out of stores and restaurants and on to the sidewalk, and it was all so energizing to see.  I know Pop would've appreciated it so much.  I know that on a day like today he would have disappeared from behind his desk at lunch time and spent the rest of the afternoon over a long lunch with friends and then strolling down Bourbon Street checking out all of the 'fools' celebrating in the French Quarter.  Later on he would have asked me, ironically, 'what they all do for a living that allows them to hang out in the Quarter at 3 p.m. on a Monday' and it would make me smile and I would email my siblings so they could have a laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop was a die hard Saints fan and, like all Saints fans, excused their abysmal performances and hoped for something better next year.  I know that he would have appreciated the mood in NOLA today, this incredible swelling of pride.  I guess I am comforted imagining that he is watching it all unfold, this time from the best seat in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-3524688215314573414?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/3524688215314573414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=3524688215314573414' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3524688215314573414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3524688215314573414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-saints.html' title='All Saints'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su-TEzPlgoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/CUdkpRSfcj8/s72-c/Pop+%26+His+Pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-7776176280052485971</id><published>2009-11-01T20:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:30:50.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>Although La Luz is still operating off of a sugar high that started sometime around 5 p.m. yesterday, I managed to get her tucked into bed by 7:30 p.m. (thanks, I am sure, to the time change).  I watched the excitement and the craziness of Halloween through her eyes and I just don't think it could have been any more spectacular.  We spent Saturday night at Margot and Walker's hanging out with friends and family, enjoying the street party that went on for blocks and thinking that there isn't a more perfect way to celebrate Halloween.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, ready to go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CFtWKqMI/AAAAAAAAEJE/bZqjDCFTYr8/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CFtWKqMI/AAAAAAAAEJE/bZqjDCFTYr8/s320/Halloween+2009+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325669103151298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CF1L-byI/AAAAAAAAEJM/O3Xp3JNJYGI/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CF1L-byI/AAAAAAAAEJM/O3Xp3JNJYGI/s320/Halloween+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325671207890722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, so patiently, for the sun to set and for trick or treating to begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CGIqlUxI/AAAAAAAAEJU/QJZ2Z62yfEM/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CGIqlUxI/AAAAAAAAEJU/QJZ2Z62yfEM/s320/Halloween+2009+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325676436542226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamesy, so much less enthused about costumes and candy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CGhNFYRI/AAAAAAAAEJc/9qlJdb-fZgw/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CGhNFYRI/AAAAAAAAEJc/9qlJdb-fZgw/s320/Halloween+2009+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325683023700242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CG-pfNOI/AAAAAAAAEJk/lll4MFTPvqk/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CG-pfNOI/AAAAAAAAEJk/lll4MFTPvqk/s320/Halloween+2009+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325690927461602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the end of the night it was something like this, La Luz eating a pixie stick that was longer than she is tall - at some point she figured out that physics dictated a change of position and decided it would be best to lie down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5Dfc4dY8I/AAAAAAAAEJs/jAeMTPaO5hI/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5Dfc4dY8I/AAAAAAAAEJs/jAeMTPaO5hI/s320/Halloween+2009+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327210871808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and James, chewing on a Strawberry Shortcake Dream house toilet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5Df2mkgUI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/9G2aKa86O0Q/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5Df2mkgUI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/9G2aKa86O0Q/s320/Halloween+2009+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327217776099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luz woke up this morning wondering why we couldn't just trick or treat every night.  It was all that fantastic to her and I really remember that feeling.  It is so hard to explain to her that she wouldn't appreciate it as much if she did it every night; that is not a concept that she can wrap her head around.  When you are 4 years old there is no such thing as too much of a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-7776176280052485971?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/7776176280052485971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=7776176280052485971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7776176280052485971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7776176280052485971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Su5CFtWKqMI/AAAAAAAAEJE/bZqjDCFTYr8/s72-c/Halloween+2009+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-3221006916194931316</id><published>2009-10-29T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:07:20.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>We are getting all geared up for Halloween around here - decorations outside, pumpkins ready for carving, Halloween specials way past bedtime for three nights in a row - and I couldn't be happier.  I have been feeling a bit bummed out at work lately so the distractions around here are good. I am happy to be preoccupied with locating glitter for the perfect fairy costume and figuring out whether James will be more comfortable as a ghost or a dragon. I like worrying about when we will actually find the time to carve pumpkins and whether it is more important for La Luz to sleep or watch It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  So, that's what is going on over here, that and the Real Housewives of Atlanta Reunion show. Is it terrible that I enjoy watching the RH series?  I think that is a rhetorical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for Halloween - picking out the perfect pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SupJ9hJPh5I/AAAAAAAAEI8/q4deu8ihuWg/s1600-h/IMG_7252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SupJ9hJPh5I/AAAAAAAAEI8/q4deu8ihuWg/s320/IMG_7252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208424574945170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test run of the fairy costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SupJ9Xan42I/AAAAAAAAEI0/EGmUyKmiuok/s1600-h/IMG_7151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SupJ9Xan42I/AAAAAAAAEI0/EGmUyKmiuok/s320/IMG_7151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208421963490146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-3221006916194931316?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/3221006916194931316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=3221006916194931316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3221006916194931316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3221006916194931316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-pumpkins.html' title='Great Pumpkins'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SupJ9hJPh5I/AAAAAAAAEI8/q4deu8ihuWg/s72-c/IMG_7252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-9003564476282157446</id><published>2009-10-28T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:10:37.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Thing</title><content type='html'>Christian and I took advantage of some free babysitting while Nana and Papa-T were in town this past weekend and headed over to the Prytania Theater for the late show of Where The Wild Things Are.  It had all the makings of a movie for me to love - one of my top 5 books, a Dave Eggars screenplay, Spike Jonz direction, ridiculous wild thing costumes - but it fell flat.  I am sad - not because I can't bring La Luz to see it because it is dark and scary and really really heavy - but because it just kind of dragged a bit and left me feeling, well, just sort of "so what"-ish about the whole thing.  There were a few moments when I felt a little teary - difficult departures always evoke those emotions - but, other than that and a totally like-able 'Max' played by non-actor and coincidentally named, Max Records, I was not really moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prytania Theater, on the other hand, always moves me.  I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but, in case I haven't, here you have it : it is the first digital theater in NOLA and you will notice a difference.  If you don't care so much about sight and sound and are more concerned about melted milk duds on your seat cushion, rest assured, the place is in great shape.  If your last visit to the Prytania was not in 2009, you owe it a chance.  It is a remarkable place and the owner is dedicated to cinema. He runs classics a few times a week, midnight movies on the weekend, and loves nothing more than to visit with anyone who appreciates movies in the lobby between shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very important hobby that Christian and I share is a love of movies, particularly the act of going to a movie and watching it unfold in larger-than-life proportions. We are not snobbish or particular and will generally indulge in whatever sounds entertaining at the moment.  Sure, we have standards (we have never seen any of the Final Destinations or Fast and the Furious movies, for example) but they are not very high.  I hope that we pass this love on to our kids because, at least for me, there is no greater escape than spending 2 hours engrossed in something that is not my life.  So, even though I didn't love WTWA, I loved 2 hours in the Prytania Theater when my only concern was what Max would do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luz as Max, courtesy of the incredibly crafty cut-out featured at the Wilson twins' bi-annual Wild Things Birthday Party last Saturday, ROAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Suj1b8rkGlI/AAAAAAAAEIs/5KOBuT3cMQw/s1600-h/IMG_7135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Suj1b8rkGlI/AAAAAAAAEIs/5KOBuT3cMQw/s320/IMG_7135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834013897661010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-9003564476282157446?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/9003564476282157446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=9003564476282157446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9003564476282157446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9003564476282157446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wild-thing.html' title='Wild Thing'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Suj1b8rkGlI/AAAAAAAAEIs/5KOBuT3cMQw/s72-c/IMG_7135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-9026685989319502904</id><published>2009-10-27T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:45:15.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Out</title><content type='html'>After all of Papa-T's hard work getting our garden in top shape Christian neutered all of the plants with weed-be-gone or pest away or some such thing and no vegetables or fruit ever appeared...until:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SueexvXupBI/AAAAAAAAEIk/u6TCOfgbsTo/s1600-h/IMG_7254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SueexvXupBI/AAAAAAAAEIk/u6TCOfgbsTo/s320/IMG_7254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397457255793599506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa-T discovered these when he was here last weekend and they are delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-9026685989319502904?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/9026685989319502904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=9026685989319502904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9026685989319502904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9026685989319502904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-this-out.html' title='Check This Out'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SueexvXupBI/AAAAAAAAEIk/u6TCOfgbsTo/s72-c/IMG_7254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-7447742306579957178</id><published>2009-10-26T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:41:16.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All For Tradition</title><content type='html'>Long, long ago, years before I was ever a student at ASH, girls wore white party dresses on special occasions.  I guess they decided to bring this idea back a few years ago and now there are a handful of days each year when the Pre-K and K girls wear white dresses.  I gather that it coincides with feast days that are particularly important to ASH girls, days when they celebrate Mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not necessarily a traditional person; however, the older I get the more I appreciate traditions and understand why they are important.  At this point in my life any excuse to see La Luz looking angelic works for me. Sure, the ironing and the finding the dress shoes and socks and the getting the hair just right and the tying of the bows complicates the morning prep a bit, but I wouldn't trade it.  Here she is on her way to celebrate Mater's Feast at ASH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuZJzMEyuvI/AAAAAAAAEIM/Qh64iDrPyqw/s1600-h/IMG_7108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuZJzMEyuvI/AAAAAAAAEIM/Qh64iDrPyqw/s320/IMG_7108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397082347213601522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuZJzenZ_fI/AAAAAAAAEIU/BqoJKqrMiAw/s1600-h/IMG_7120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuZJzenZ_fI/AAAAAAAAEIU/BqoJKqrMiAw/s320/IMG_7120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397082352190619122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-7447742306579957178?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/7447742306579957178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=7447742306579957178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7447742306579957178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7447742306579957178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-for-tradition.html' title='All For Tradition'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuZJzMEyuvI/AAAAAAAAEIM/Qh64iDrPyqw/s72-c/IMG_7108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-8103827802001049656</id><published>2009-10-25T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:22:12.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugging That Great Thing About</title><content type='html'>Big Sexy had his 9 month check-up last week and is currently holding strong in the 90th percentile for weight and height.  He weighs 23 pounds and is 30 inches long.  I think I heard the doctor say that his head was in the 'somethingth' percentile, or maybe she said it was off the chart.  I have tuned out head circumference measurements since La Luz was a baby.  Struggles with turtlenecks and hats have made it obvious that both of my kids have gargantuan craniums so I have never really needed a number to back it up.  I just hope that there is a correlation to intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the numbers and stats, he looks just great to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the 'fly' on Saturday evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGtxo-jxI/AAAAAAAAEHc/4iEb2KP7r9s/s1600-h/IMG_7194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGtxo-jxI/AAAAAAAAEHc/4iEb2KP7r9s/s320/IMG_7194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727111962496786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGuF0NSFI/AAAAAAAAEHk/YuJgfYMaQ70/s1600-h/IMG_7204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGuF0NSFI/AAAAAAAAEHk/YuJgfYMaQ70/s320/IMG_7204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727117378308178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGtkNF2gI/AAAAAAAAEHU/MIAw5mk0WPA/s1600-h/IMG_7153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGtkNF2gI/AAAAAAAAEHU/MIAw5mk0WPA/s320/IMG_7153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727108355873282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After beignets with Nana and Papa-T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGuk5f0eI/AAAAAAAAEHs/cvEOHC9lmGU/s1600-h/IMG_7246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGuk5f0eI/AAAAAAAAEHs/cvEOHC9lmGU/s320/IMG_7246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727125721993698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to Sunpie at the COPS benefit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGuyFSucI/AAAAAAAAEH0/SrjW3jwzJ14/s1600-h/IMG_7218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGuyFSucI/AAAAAAAAEH0/SrjW3jwzJ14/s320/IMG_7218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727129261128130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another lovely NOLA weekend and it passed by way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-8103827802001049656?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/8103827802001049656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=8103827802001049656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/8103827802001049656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/8103827802001049656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lugging-that-great-thing-about.html' title='Lugging That Great Thing About'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SuUGtxo-jxI/AAAAAAAAEHc/4iEb2KP7r9s/s72-c/IMG_7194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-9171282611492526413</id><published>2009-10-20T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:02:00.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few More Sweet Pics</title><content type='html'>I am leaving in just a few hours and imagine that blogging is going to be tough over the next few days, so I wanted to post a few sweet pictures so you have something lovely to look at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HfzhS8iI/AAAAAAAAEHM/sb--YmvffTA/s1600-h/IMG_6859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HfzhS8iI/AAAAAAAAEHM/sb--YmvffTA/s320/IMG_6859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394898384111989282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HfYLBcAI/AAAAAAAAEHE/qOFrgrsjp9Q/s1600-h/IMG_7093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HfYLBcAI/AAAAAAAAEHE/qOFrgrsjp9Q/s320/IMG_7093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394898376770809858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HewkTLcI/AAAAAAAAEG8/Xg1gCOL435U/s1600-h/IMG_7092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HewkTLcI/AAAAAAAAEG8/Xg1gCOL435U/s320/IMG_7092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394898366139411906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-9171282611492526413?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/9171282611492526413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=9171282611492526413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9171282611492526413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9171282611492526413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-more-sweet-pics.html' title='A Few More Sweet Pics'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St6HfzhS8iI/AAAAAAAAEHM/sb--YmvffTA/s72-c/IMG_6859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-2011930077311887511</id><published>2009-10-19T22:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:36:01.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Pictures</title><content type='html'>I spent the past hour putting away folded clothes.  They had been building up for a week or two.  I do not understand why putting clothes away is so difficult for us.  It always seems like such a pointless exercise because tonight there were clothes drying, and tomorrow there will be more to put away, and it just never ends.  But the alternative, stacks upon stacks of clothes, mad scrambles for uniform bloomers and matching socks and, the worst scenario of all in my opinion - the ritualistic unfolding and throwing into random piles that Christian does when searching through stacks for clean t-shirts - make my blood boil.  Because the alternative is no good, I have to spend time putting clothes away and it often seems like such an unnecessary waste of time.  Maybe one day someone will invent something that streamlines the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other important matters - pictures and brief stories from our lovely Saturday -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging out at the Bywater Arts Market with Katie, Aunt Kate, and Meenokshi and meeting dozens of precious, adoptable dogs, La Luz and I headed to the garden show at City Park to check out her class scarecrow, Purple Crow A Licious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0vCdM7CxI/AAAAAAAAEGk/nSBVfaUzipU/s1600-h/IMG_7029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0vCdM7CxI/AAAAAAAAEGk/nSBVfaUzipU/s320/IMG_7029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519647904795410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0ug9uMqhI/AAAAAAAAEGE/PTHy-6pWogU/s1600-h/IMG_7042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0ug9uMqhI/AAAAAAAAEGE/PTHy-6pWogU/s320/IMG_7042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519072518744594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tdxU1spI/AAAAAAAAEFk/J8CQ6a0Wxbw/s1600-h/IMG_7036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tdxU1spI/AAAAAAAAEFk/J8CQ6a0Wxbw/s320/IMG_7036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517918139921042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tcFsY_-I/AAAAAAAAEFc/Fu6FUA8VObg/s1600-h/IMG_7054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tcFsY_-I/AAAAAAAAEFc/Fu6FUA8VObg/s320/IMG_7054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517889247674338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped by GG and Papa George's house to pick up some of GG's fabulous vegetable soup and joined them for a lovely lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0ui3jfgGI/AAAAAAAAEGU/awa2_h-wj_Q/s1600-h/IMG_7067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0ui3jfgGI/AAAAAAAAEGU/awa2_h-wj_Q/s320/IMG_7067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519105222967394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0uhtkz_VI/AAAAAAAAEGM/VHx8oGdM3TU/s1600-h/IMG_7073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0uhtkz_VI/AAAAAAAAEGM/VHx8oGdM3TU/s320/IMG_7073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519085364280658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tfeJ8sKI/AAAAAAAAEFs/fg6zOgfMAH0/s1600-h/IMG_7068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tfeJ8sKI/AAAAAAAAEFs/fg6zOgfMAH0/s320/IMG_7068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517947353706658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, spending time in the playstation at home with Daddy, poor guy has been sniffly and we didn't think he would enjoy the excursion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tgKgIILI/AAAAAAAAEF0/AV9G0atDMcc/s1600-h/IMG_7074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0tgKgIILI/AAAAAAAAEF0/AV9G0atDMcc/s320/IMG_7074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517959257890994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki, enjoying the sunshine patch, where he spent most of the weekend...dogs are so good at finding just the right one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0thVg7raI/AAAAAAAAEF8/1_suMUoeQNI/s1600-h/IMG_7098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0thVg7raI/AAAAAAAAEF8/1_suMUoeQNI/s320/IMG_7098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517979393928610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going out of town for work on Wednesday morning but, fortunately, Nana is coming to the rescue.  She arrives tomorrow night and La Luz can barely contain herself.  I am so glad she is going to be here because I know I do not need to worry about everyone while I am away.  Maybe, just maybe, I will catch up on some much-needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-2011930077311887511?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/2011930077311887511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=2011930077311887511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/2011930077311887511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/2011930077311887511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-pictures.html' title='Saturday Pictures'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/St0vCdM7CxI/AAAAAAAAEGk/nSBVfaUzipU/s72-c/IMG_7029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-8284815959555675475</id><published>2009-10-18T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:12:04.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiped. Out.</title><content type='html'>After 2 weekends in a row of being the one to wake up first with the kids and then 5 or so nights of rocking and bouncing James at 3 a.m. I am exhausted.  It hit me this afternoon when Christian got home from the Saints game - I could barely muster the energy to change a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, the cold weather over the past few days has been invigorating and - realizing it is probably temporary - we did what we could to enjoy it and spent most of the weekend outside - with the exception of a few hours this afternoon while La Luz and I were watching the Saints and making our first gumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An activity-filled weekend, a Saints victory, and tons of quality time with friends and family is about as good as it gets in my world.  So, even though I am tired, I am filled with joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold; I am not kidding.  See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's James, bundled up for a morning run:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKJ9TI_9I/AAAAAAAAEFE/lwkq2P25cks/s1600-h/IMG_7083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKJ9TI_9I/AAAAAAAAEFE/lwkq2P25cks/s320/IMG_7083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127251128778706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luz at the Bywater Arts Market, falling in love with Scout, a gentle German shepherd desperately in need of a home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKK8SGNJI/AAAAAAAAEFU/TGGP4w31jrk/s1600-h/IMG_7024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKK8SGNJI/AAAAAAAAEFU/TGGP4w31jrk/s320/IMG_7024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127268035835026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKKXdaHfI/AAAAAAAAEFM/pmbAunaH5N8/s1600-h/IMG_7022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKKXdaHfI/AAAAAAAAEFM/pmbAunaH5N8/s320/IMG_7022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127258151165426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-8284815959555675475?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/8284815959555675475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=8284815959555675475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/8284815959555675475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/8284815959555675475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wiped-out.html' title='Wiped. Out.'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StvKJ9TI_9I/AAAAAAAAEFE/lwkq2P25cks/s72-c/IMG_7083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-7824175071790539472</id><published>2009-10-14T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:52:45.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Additional Expense - Dry Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I left work at around 5:30 today and it felt like I had a part time job. I am not sure there was much advantage to leaving at 5:30 because the traffic was awful and it took half an hour to travel 5 miles, but it was a liberating sensation.  My early departure was due to baby Elizabeth's first birthday party.  I had to swing by the house, collect the kids, and make it to Tiffany and Mike's before the 6:30 cake smashing.  We did it, though barely, and it was worth the racing around.  The party was perfect.  The highlight was a whimsical Happy Birthday banner that Tiffany stayed up constructing until all hours last night.  I hope she got some good pictures because I did not have a chance to take a single one as I was completely preoccupied with James and his spit up.  My warning to all new mom's out there (and this is advice I should heed but don't and then end up kicking myself over) is to change into something machine washable before you pick up/play with/go anywhere within a 5 foot radius of your baby.  If you are wearing something that happens to be dry clean only, you will, inevitably, be barfed on.  As luck would have it, it happened to me tonight.  I had on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StZ_4G38vxI/AAAAAAAAEE8/H_k-8YF6gYs/s1600-h/Dress+shirt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StZ_4G38vxI/AAAAAAAAEE8/H_k-8YF6gYs/s320/Dress+shirt.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392638205717430034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brand-new, birthday splurge, Banana Republic shirt dress which I bought specifically for work and intended to wear many more times before having to dry clean.  Oh well. In addition to diapers and formula, don't forget to create a budget for extra dry cleaning because you will need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-7824175071790539472?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/7824175071790539472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=7824175071790539472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7824175071790539472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7824175071790539472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/additional-expense-dry-cleaning.html' title='An Additional Expense - Dry Cleaning'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StZ_4G38vxI/AAAAAAAAEE8/H_k-8YF6gYs/s72-c/Dress+shirt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-3367353650868505788</id><published>2009-10-12T20:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:20:57.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pictures</title><content type='html'>We celebrated mom's birthday with a lovely dinner at GG's house last Friday and, since both kids were bathed and in nice clothes, I forced them to sit still for a few pictures.  Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe60yLBNI/AAAAAAAAED8/rIkzHfe89ZA/s1600-h/IMG_6797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe60yLBNI/AAAAAAAAED8/rIkzHfe89ZA/s320/IMG_6797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391898281075475666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe8H8uRxI/AAAAAAAAEEM/TtwFvd1e63U/s1600-h/IMG_6832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe8H8uRxI/AAAAAAAAEEM/TtwFvd1e63U/s320/IMG_6832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391898303399872274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe7Qpm-JI/AAAAAAAAEEE/3Zxw_l0-zxQ/s1600-h/IMG_6805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe7Qpm-JI/AAAAAAAAEEE/3Zxw_l0-zxQ/s320/IMG_6805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391898288555751570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPhvLRdu8I/AAAAAAAAEEs/bxPpYtT_mZs/s1600-h/IMG_6808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPhvLRdu8I/AAAAAAAAEEs/bxPpYtT_mZs/s320/IMG_6808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901379488758722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night La Luz had gone from a fancy dress to a two-sizes-too-small nightgown and James was rolling around on the living room floor in nothing but a diaper, gagging himself on the toy dog's tail.  Most nights end in this way, a slight variation of the same theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPg-SRj90I/AAAAAAAAEEk/RqdV_2UUqTI/s1600-h/IMG_6843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPg-SRj90I/AAAAAAAAEEk/RqdV_2UUqTI/s320/IMG_6843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391900539554625346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPhv_U0SUI/AAAAAAAAEE0/sJIlT8dwUsM/s1600-h/IMG_6849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPhv_U0SUI/AAAAAAAAEE0/sJIlT8dwUsM/s320/IMG_6849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391901393461463362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-3367353650868505788?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/3367353650868505788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=3367353650868505788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3367353650868505788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3367353650868505788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-pictures.html' title='A Few Pictures'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StPe60yLBNI/AAAAAAAAED8/rIkzHfe89ZA/s72-c/IMG_6797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-2555862105394466167</id><published>2009-10-11T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:45:40.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>James, 9 Months</title><content type='html'>James is now nine months old. Nine months.  Yikes.  In just nine quick months so many incredible things happen and I wish I could slow it all down, just a bit.  The most newsworthy milestones are the top two teeth with an absolutely irresistible gap in between and crawling.  I haven't properly documented either one yet.  It is challenging photographing top teeth when all James wants to do is put anything that comes within reach into his mouth.  The crawling presents a different set of challenges. I guess the main reason I decided not to document it is because it would look like a clip from one of those Discovery Health shows that come on late at night, "No Limbs, No Problem" or something like that.  Because although it is technically a crawl, it appears to be a bit more of a propelling and dragging sort of thing going on.  He can get wherever he needs to go but that is thanks, in large part, to the developing upper body strength.  The legs play no role in this whatsoever - at least, not yet.  The good news is we likely will not have to vacuum again until James starts walking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monthly photos are becoming incredibly challenging.  I had to enlist La Luz's help this time since Christian was not around. The results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKW_2ePgeI/AAAAAAAAEDE/8xypJBfQGFg/s1600-h/IMG_6742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKW_2ePgeI/AAAAAAAAEDE/8xypJBfQGFg/s320/IMG_6742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537727614190050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXAfTmJEI/AAAAAAAAEDM/zrdvRQrk80I/s1600-h/IMG_6749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXAfTmJEI/AAAAAAAAEDM/zrdvRQrk80I/s320/IMG_6749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537738575389762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXbOGRSnI/AAAAAAAAEDk/iuhlugKnSa0/s1600-h/IMG_6774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXbOGRSnI/AAAAAAAAEDk/iuhlugKnSa0/s320/IMG_6774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391538197812562546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXb7sXpqI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Zsn-eTavlPk/s1600-h/IMG_6789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXb7sXpqI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Zsn-eTavlPk/s320/IMG_6789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391538210051958434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXBjAsRCI/AAAAAAAAEDc/Z1VbGDksH5I/s1600-h/IMG_6787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKXBjAsRCI/AAAAAAAAEDc/Z1VbGDksH5I/s320/IMG_6787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537756749710370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKW_bl2RZI/AAAAAAAAEC8/6TNc5tO7GGs/s1600-h/IMG_6736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKW_bl2RZI/AAAAAAAAEC8/6TNc5tO7GGs/s320/IMG_6736.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537720398333330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some of the most anti-climatic news ever - the birthday present for mom completely backfired.  We got her an iphone and she was actually totally psyched about it and ready to embrace it BUT then AT&amp;T reared its ugly head (the one that made me break a contract and switch to Verizon over a decade ago) and we basically couldn't make it happen unless she wanted to break her current contract (which does not include a data package) and get a new phone number.  Unfortunately, mom will have to wait until June 2010 to actually use her present.  Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-2555862105394466167?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/2555862105394466167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=2555862105394466167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/2555862105394466167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/2555862105394466167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/james-9-months.html' title='James, 9 Months'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/StKW_2ePgeI/AAAAAAAAEDE/8xypJBfQGFg/s72-c/IMG_6742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-3760229481400408909</id><published>2009-10-08T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:24:44.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumple Mamela!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is mom-mom's birthday and, at least in La Luz's world, birthdays are VERY big deals.  I am sure that mom would be perfectly happy if the day came and went without much ado but, as far as La Luz is concerned, there better be cake and clowns and music and balloons and, well, failing those things, at least a few presents.  So, we (the kids and grandkids and son in law) sort of went out on a limb and selected a present that we all agree is just the best, but we are not sure how it will be received. There is a little hill, or mountain, that must be climbed to get to what makes it 'best'.  I am, perhaps, building it up just a bit too much.  It is nothing sentimental and nothing close to a trip abroad, but we all think she will like it.  I promise to update on the status of the gift at some point and let you know if it was a success.  It is going to take a few weeks before we will know one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, in honor of her birthday, I leave you with the most rad picture of my mom I have ever seen. Molly uncovered this one when we were digging furiously through pictures after Pop died, holding on to every little bit of him and making his memory inside of our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss6dy9Kw5-I/AAAAAAAAEC0/9T1u6ChRdh0/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Pop+Hipster+Pic+1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss6dy9Kw5-I/AAAAAAAAEC0/9T1u6ChRdh0/s320/Mom+%26+Pop+Hipster+Pic+1969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390419302747793378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you totally want to hang out with these guys?  Happy Birthday Mom, with all the love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-3760229481400408909?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/3760229481400408909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=3760229481400408909' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3760229481400408909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3760229481400408909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/feliz-cumple-mamela.html' title='Feliz Cumple Mamela!'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss6dy9Kw5-I/AAAAAAAAEC0/9T1u6ChRdh0/s72-c/Mom+%26+Pop+Hipster+Pic+1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-7000410341325107466</id><published>2009-10-07T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:47:43.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Have A Spare Set Of Gills?</title><content type='html'>It is October.  Usually by the first week of October I have a little spring in my step because I can actually breathe when I walk outside.  Not this year.  The weather is so incredibly hot and humid that it feels like we are living in a soup bowl or a fish tank or something.  I am not asking for anything out of the ordinary.  I would just like an 80 degree day and humidity below 90%.  I would like to hear my ac turn off now and then and be able to cool my house below 78 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rate we are going there is no way that James will tolerate his Halloween costume - a hand-me-down that would probably fit him perfectly this year...if only.  We tested one part of it out tonight and still managed to work up a good sweat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, not sure what to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qvmq1JWI/AAAAAAAAECE/xxiuRVNDtdA/s1600-h/IMG_6704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qvmq1JWI/AAAAAAAAECE/xxiuRVNDtdA/s320/IMG_6704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390053107796616546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had enough, I don't blame him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1RqojcDWI/AAAAAAAAECk/Klu4YErGxi8/s1600-h/IMG_6706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1RqojcDWI/AAAAAAAAECk/Klu4YErGxi8/s320/IMG_6706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390054121914764642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to convince him it is great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1QwRUEVhI/AAAAAAAAECM/JXBiij7DcPY/s1600-h/IMG_6708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1QwRUEVhI/AAAAAAAAECM/JXBiij7DcPY/s320/IMG_6708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390053119243867666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a bit curious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qw6CLJGI/AAAAAAAAECU/eMdV6A5_nsA/s1600-h/IMG_6709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qw6CLJGI/AAAAAAAAECU/eMdV6A5_nsA/s320/IMG_6709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390053130174669922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding maybe this is not his favorite costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qxfy2CBI/AAAAAAAAECc/SOR5-efXKms/s1600-h/IMG_6714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qxfy2CBI/AAAAAAAAECc/SOR5-efXKms/s320/IMG_6714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390053140310919186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the looks of things, you would imagine we have all the time in the world to goof off, trying on Halloween costumes and engaging in tom-foolery. I promise, we don't.  There were cupcakes to bake for treat day on Friday (baking tonight, icing tomorrow night), pink outfits to pick out for Paint The Gym Pink tomorrow to raise money for the Susan G. Komen Foundation, the class book to review, school bags to fill...and it goes on. Sometimes three minutes looks and feels like three hours of fun, fortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-7000410341325107466?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/7000410341325107466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=7000410341325107466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7000410341325107466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/7000410341325107466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyone-have-spare-set-of-gills.html' title='Anyone Have A Spare Set Of Gills?'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ss1Qvmq1JWI/AAAAAAAAECE/xxiuRVNDtdA/s72-c/IMG_6704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-3157049165639737695</id><published>2009-10-06T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:35:33.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like The Daddy?</title><content type='html'>He doesn't look anything like me, does he?  Honestly, I look at this picture and don't see any way that this kid came from me, except that he looks somewhat like Christian, I guess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssvq1HBYitI/AAAAAAAAEB8/uRPMdjXdIz4/s1600-h/IMG_6667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssvq1HBYitI/AAAAAAAAEB8/uRPMdjXdIz4/s320/IMG_6667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389659577217747666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-3157049165639737695?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/3157049165639737695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=3157049165639737695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3157049165639737695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/3157049165639737695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/looks-like-daddy.html' title='Looks Like The Daddy?'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssvq1HBYitI/AAAAAAAAEB8/uRPMdjXdIz4/s72-c/IMG_6667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-9049899002121301160</id><published>2009-10-05T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:50:29.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want Four Walls And Adobe Slats</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things that are entertaining me these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Lorrie Moore book, A Gate at the Stairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssqh04H1rjI/AAAAAAAAEBs/fkVfXURpkjE/s1600-h/A+Gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssqh04H1rjI/AAAAAAAAEBs/fkVfXURpkjE/s320/A+Gate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297833892752946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved everything she ever wrote until Birds of America and, even though everyone else loved it, it sort of fell flat with me. I think it must have been a case of "wrong time, wrong place" and am determined to try it again, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new-to-me Animal Collective, Merriweather Post Pavilion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssqh1i7CAtI/AAAAAAAAEB0/MW-qGqgQ040/s1600-h/Merriweather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssqh1i7CAtI/AAAAAAAAEB0/MW-qGqgQ040/s320/Merriweather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297845381759698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh told me to get this ages ago when La Luz got her first taste of Animal Collective during her rides to swimming lessons with Josh.  Quite predictably, my favorite song so far is track one, My Girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-9049899002121301160?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/9049899002121301160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=9049899002121301160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9049899002121301160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/9049899002121301160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-want-four-walls-and-adobe-slats.html' title='I Just Want Four Walls And Adobe Slats'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/Ssqh04H1rjI/AAAAAAAAEBs/fkVfXURpkjE/s72-c/A+Gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-340602378930751303</id><published>2009-10-04T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:56:41.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cannot Stop Him</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, while La Luz and Christian were in Georgia for the UGA v. LSU game, James and I had quality time together.  One of the highlights for James was a very brief trip to the Children's Clothing Exchange where I scored a walker for $15.  I am still not certain if walkers were discontinued, but I figured they wouldn't be selling one if it was dangerous, right?  After scrubbing it down with bleach water and washing the seat part, it looks as good as new, for the most part.  And now, well, James is basically a terror on wheels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to start the overwhelming task of child-proofing.  He has already been in the garbage can and cleared out the Tupperware cabinet.  I fear that unless we take action, the next stop is the knife drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, making a break for the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SslEIDYB-FI/AAAAAAAAEBc/gRSGa5infZU/s1600-h/IMG_6696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SslEIDYB-FI/AAAAAAAAEBc/gRSGa5infZU/s320/IMG_6696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388913334261250130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and La Luz, ever the protector, putting a stop to the nonsense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SslEIkwEt2I/AAAAAAAAEBk/hd3TXqqRCy4/s1600-h/IMG_6693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SslEIkwEt2I/AAAAAAAAEBk/hd3TXqqRCy4/s320/IMG_6693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388913343220463458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-340602378930751303?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/340602378930751303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=340602378930751303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/340602378930751303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/340602378930751303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-cannot-stop-him.html' title='You Cannot Stop Him'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SslEIDYB-FI/AAAAAAAAEBc/gRSGa5infZU/s72-c/IMG_6696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-2548761958962668702</id><published>2009-09-29T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:33:12.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Eats Cheerios, People</title><content type='html'>I had to drop off James at daycare this morning because Christian had an early meeting. It is a task that always delays my arrival time at work, but I love it because it means extra time with Big Sexy, something I cannot ever get enough of these days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly excited to have drop off duty today because it has been a while since I set foot inside of James' daycare and I was looking forward to an opportunity to chit-chat with the caregivers about James' most recent milestones. In particular, I was thrilled to inform them that he has started eating puffs, the instantly disintegrating bite-sized baby food that you generally feed to babies who have mastered the art of crawling.  True, James is not crawling and, much like La Luz, is not showing much interest in doing so, but I threw caution to the wind a few weeks ago and tested him out with puffs and he loved them and, more importantly, didn't choke to death when eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at daycare this morning and informed them of the newest development the caregivers looked at me like I was crazy and said, "puffs, really mama, he has been eating those for weeks, he actually prefers Cheerios".  I was instantly slack-jawed.  My baby ate Cheerios, eats Cheerios, and I had no idea?  What else does he do that I don't know about?  As I turned around to leave they placed him in a walker.  Yes, it is what you think it is...a baby contraption that I am pretty sure was discontinued and recalled years ago. But you know what, he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gang this morning, watching Dora and getting geared up for another exciting day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsLCbp6E3JI/AAAAAAAAEBM/zmOIYfhHtP4/s1600-h/IMG_6658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsLCbp6E3JI/AAAAAAAAEBM/zmOIYfhHtP4/s320/IMG_6658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081884650232978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsLCb50vVZI/AAAAAAAAEBU/guRwXRxrGzU/s1600-h/IMG_6655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsLCb50vVZI/AAAAAAAAEBU/guRwXRxrGzU/s320/IMG_6655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081888922817938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? It was cool enough to drive to school with the windows down.  Wow.  Helloo cooler weather, we have been waiting for you with open arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-2548761958962668702?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/2548761958962668702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=2548761958962668702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/2548761958962668702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/2548761958962668702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-eats-cheerios-people.html' title='He Eats Cheerios, People'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsLCbp6E3JI/AAAAAAAAEBM/zmOIYfhHtP4/s72-c/IMG_6658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-1938030178513142541</id><published>2009-09-27T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:40:09.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Turned 36</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I turned 36 years old.  I feel very old.  I have felt very old since I turned 30.  I guess now I sort of am old-ish so it is okay to complain.  I remember when I was younger my dad would complain that he couldn't sleep late anymore because it made his back hurt.  For the past month my back has ached every morning as I get out of bed.  Either I am getting old or we need a new mattress.  It is ten years old so I am hoping it is the latter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend celebrating in as low-key a manner as possible, thankfully.  I am just not one for fanfare at all, at least fanfare directed at me.  On Friday night we had dinner at Crepe Nanou with mom.  James and La Luz were total champs.  I think James was by far the better behaved of the two, but I know not to expect too much from La Luz at 6:30 on a Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to sleep late either morning (the whole back pain issue) but I didn't need to.  I was looking forward to spending time with La Luz and James anyway.  As I was tickling James on Saturday morning I discovered that his top, front teeth are breaking through.  It explains the waking up in the middle of the night thing and the generalized fussiness.  I was getting exasperated and all along he was teething.  Poor guy. I am sure he would've benefited from Tylenol and Anbesol for the past few nights.  Lousy mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday evening we went to Oktoberfest.  It is technically not October and the weather is not festy in the least, but we figured it might be our only free Saturday in October and took advantage of the free night.  The weather really was awful.  It rained off and on all day and then the sun came out. It was the nastiest mix of humidity and heat imaginable.  I guess it was about 91 degrees, sunny, and then a bit drizzly.  Just awful...but then there was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPn_cgv9I/AAAAAAAAEA0/UFJdGzm1dIk/s1600-h/IMG_6619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPn_cgv9I/AAAAAAAAEA0/UFJdGzm1dIk/s320/IMG_6619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386322334055448530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all thought it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luz, waiting so patiently for the chicken dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPdxBY6DI/AAAAAAAAEAk/Y9PSdD7XU2w/s1600-h/IMG_6573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPdxBY6DI/AAAAAAAAEAk/Y9PSdD7XU2w/s320/IMG_6573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386322158384900146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, making me even sweatier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPdf0drtI/AAAAAAAAEAc/ruAIflOsAK8/s1600-h/IMG_6574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPdf0drtI/AAAAAAAAEAc/ruAIflOsAK8/s320/IMG_6574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386322153767284434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and me with Bit, his first love, and Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPeDUKEfI/AAAAAAAAEAs/hIAfjYKhPnA/s1600-h/IMG_6589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPeDUKEfI/AAAAAAAAEAs/hIAfjYKhPnA/s320/IMG_6589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386322163295457778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, grabbing at Uncle Richmond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsASmy5tBZI/AAAAAAAAEA8/24CM5Brd6AQ/s1600-h/IMG_6594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsASmy5tBZI/AAAAAAAAEA8/24CM5Brd6AQ/s320/IMG_6594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386325612043240850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a nasty, sweaty mess but we had a great time and ended the night at Brocatos with Catherine, Richmond, and Meenokshi...perfect way to wrap up a very hot birthday weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-1938030178513142541?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/1938030178513142541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=1938030178513142541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/1938030178513142541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/1938030178513142541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-turned-36.html' title='When I Turned 36'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SsAPn_cgv9I/AAAAAAAAEA0/UFJdGzm1dIk/s72-c/IMG_6619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903809.post-296525078450131340</id><published>2009-09-20T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:12:47.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>Once again, Sunday night arrived way too fast.  The weekend was nice, but somewhat busy; consequently, I do not feel rested and ready to start the week in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I took La Luz to City Park to celebrate Betsy's 3rd birthday. In yet another great example of how 'life is what happens while you are making other plans,' Betsy and her dad didn't make it to the party because they were both up the night before with a terrible stomach bug.  Despite the fact that the guest of honor was not there, the party was a total success and La Luz had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still terrified of the carousel, however.  Check her out trying to act all, "I've got this"...can you see the white knuckles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SrbgNBqlVJI/AAAAAAAAEAM/eSivgcRRUdI/s1600-h/IMG_6515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SrbgNBqlVJI/AAAAAAAAEAM/eSivgcRRUdI/s320/IMG_6515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736918957970578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luz had two friends over to play and exhibited the worst behavior I have seen in about a year the entire time.  It was such a shame because I waited all week for some fun time with La Luz and there was nothing fun about her attitude on Saturday.  Needless to say, she fell asleep at 6 pm and missed out on the fun of having a babysitter. She had been waiting all week to spend a few hours with her cousin Molly but slept straight through it.  I hope the behavior was attributable to a lack of a nap and not some new, lingering virus.  I cannot take another illness in the house right now. It is bad enough that La Luz had the honor of taking the class stuffed animal (and all of her outfits) home on the same weekend that we got a note about a lice incident in her class.  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is James, who was, incidentally, quite perfectly behaved all weekend. He is watching La Luz and her friends at the playground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SrbgNrG1agI/AAAAAAAAEAU/S-TdKupjQOE/s1600-h/IMG_6532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SrbgNrG1agI/AAAAAAAAEAU/S-TdKupjQOE/s320/IMG_6532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736930082318850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Christian and I had dinner at Rambla followed by Josh's show at One Eyed Jacks.  Dinner was delicious, particularly because of the lovely company, and the show was great.  I was especially excited to here Telefon Tel Aviv's cover of "I am on Fire".  I didn't know Josh had such great range.  We didn't get home until after 2, just a few hours before La Luz was ready to wake up and start the day. Lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903809-296525078450131340?l=nolababy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/feeds/296525078450131340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903809&amp;postID=296525078450131340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/296525078450131340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903809/posts/default/296525078450131340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nolababy.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>Julie Vaicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021381430924836711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02024427937678398766'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1iPPCG5d52g/SrbgNBqlVJI/AAAAAAAAEAM/eSivgcRRUdI/s72-c/IMG_6515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>