tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43868803873174362212012-02-16T22:56:33.435ZShanonitanoreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-13954347409162898352009-08-27T23:00:00.003+01:002009-08-27T23:04:12.932+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCSVBDGcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GoOF6brqOIw/s1600-h/IMG_5750.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCSVBDGcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GoOF6brqOIw/s320/IMG_5750.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCSrae6uI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3hWHYAJgJaM/s1600-h/IMG_5754.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCSrae6uI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3hWHYAJgJaM/s320/IMG_5754.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCTGPM3oI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qfRplGcdaA4/s1600-h/IMG_5758.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCTGPM3oI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qfRplGcdaA4/s320/IMG_5758.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCTpf_00I/AAAAAAAAA2o/kRxMU6QMU-4/s1600-h/IMG_5766.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcCTpf_00I/AAAAAAAAA2o/kRxMU6QMU-4/s320/IMG_5766.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Stone Henge just like the real one with drunk people, only smaller! This is the actual prop used in film Spinal Tap.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I can't get enough of this nude beach, click on it...click on it!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, this just doesn't look right. "Honey don't look at the twins."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes they still do this to people, if they refuse to drink mead.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>more to come....don't you love it?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1395434740916289835?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-91306350338307595862009-08-27T22:53:00.002+01:002009-08-27T22:55:14.050+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAjIBRLbI/AAAAAAAAA1w/nLAlCtcvEJo/s1600-h/IMG_5727.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAjIBRLbI/AAAAAAAAA1w/nLAlCtcvEJo/s320/IMG_5727.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAjna2PEI/AAAAAAAAA14/7h-MEPHRqkI/s1600-h/IMG_5731.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAjna2PEI/AAAAAAAAA14/7h-MEPHRqkI/s320/IMG_5731.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAkLuZO7I/AAAAAAAAA2A/LsJo19x5rTk/s1600-h/IMG_5740.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAkLuZO7I/AAAAAAAAA2A/LsJo19x5rTk/s320/IMG_5740.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAkeHL6dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bGGy9CtWuxg/s1600-h/IMG_5744.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SpcAkeHL6dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/bGGy9CtWuxg/s320/IMG_5744.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a> Ok This is what passes for entertainment in England. A miniature village. But only the best and most confusing outings for Renee.<div><br /></div><div>So, get drunk and <i>small</i> (did you get that reference?) and lets go to the village of the damned that time forgot.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok What are these guys doing? Ok they're drunk.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ahh a beach nice!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ooooo a Nude beach!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>More later....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-9130635033830759586?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-9407864820683641062009-07-06T14:18:00.014+01:002009-07-07T00:20:42.721+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, first off this is a lie because I found my tooth and brought it back with me. What you've never heard the story of the lost tooth of Haytor? Gather round kiddies and I'll tell you a tale that will make Americans cringe and smile.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlJzGZgbOwI/AAAAAAAAA0o/sYy7QOgcmDo/s1600-h/he-man+man2.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlJzGZgbOwI/AAAAAAAAA0o/sYy7QOgcmDo/s400/he-man+man2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355469460660239106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">HE-MAN</div><div><br /></div><div>Haytor is a tor, not He-Man's ("HE-MAN" music) arch enemy. A tor is mostly a pile of rocks or a hill shaped like a pile of rocks, it's a celtic thing. Anyhoo, there we were at the visitor centre eating ice cream when my chocolate popsicle with a chocolate bar centre (yes that's how you spell centre around here) suddenly seems like it has something hard in it. I thought "Oh, it's got toffee chunks in it!" The "toffee" seemed a little hard though so I spit it out. Then I noticed I was missing a tooth. Technically part of a tooth. Realizing there were probably no dentists on or around the tor, we decided to wait until Monday when I could have my first British dental experience. We climb up Haytor and Renee wants to go to the top. When we went back down to the parking lot I miraculously found the white rock that was a former piece of my tooth. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlJ3t2JQvDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0KJY4PeDoOg/s1600-h/IMG_6029.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlJ3t2JQvDI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0KJY4PeDoOg/s400/IMG_6029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355474536409119794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">HAY-TOR</div><div><br /></div><div>Monday comes and I am thinking this is going to be painful and expensive. I called and got a dental appointment with a dentist within walking distance. They informed me it would cost £16.50. I thought Ok that is a reasonable "see the dentist" fee. To shorten this story I handed him the piece of my tooth and he glues it back in. It cost £16.50. Apparently, some Brits complain about this fee, that may explain the state of English teeth. I was relieved and amazed. I am still in shock. I thought they would root my canals or something. He just said go easy on it for a couple of hours. </div><div><br /></div><div>.....UPDATE ...... UPDATE..... at the Irish Pub with Thai food my tooth bit came out again because of some tough tofu. So back to the dentist tomorrow. I wonder if they will charge another fee.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok to keep this about Renee because it ALL about Renee. And I like that. I do. I really do.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a picture of Renee running up to the Tor Hay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlJ8r_TSZGI/AAAAAAAAA04/lgpQ9O4LAW4/s1600-h/IMG_6002.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlJ8r_TSZGI/AAAAAAAAA04/lgpQ9O4LAW4/s400/IMG_6002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355480002065491042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKBiiazhCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oSS-D0TUc2s/s1600-h/IMG_6006.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKBjLnwfcI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cRsJYYbpgCQ/s1600-h/IMG_6007.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKBjLnwfcI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cRsJYYbpgCQ/s400/IMG_6007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355485348311891394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haytor (again)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKBjkniayI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/jCKegVD9uwo/s1600-h/IMG_6023.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKBjkniayI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/jCKegVD9uwo/s400/IMG_6023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355485355021855522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Later she met some cows.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKDm1mybdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/aVo2FV8h5BY/s1600-h/IMG_6034.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKDm1mybdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/aVo2FV8h5BY/s400/IMG_6034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487610144976338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until next time this He-Man is saying goodnight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKDnOOq5cI/AAAAAAAAA1g/uiwt3QruUm0/s1600-h/he-man+wink.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SlKDnOOq5cI/AAAAAAAAA1g/uiwt3QruUm0/s400/he-man+wink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487616754705858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px; " /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-940786482068364106?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-28647683715879834432009-06-29T22:25:00.007+01:002009-06-29T22:45:16.983+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Shannon was determined to try on Renee's pants to see if they fit her adult legs. Hmmm they didn't, but she did manage to get them on her calves.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/Skk0eGKNcdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/X-uNiad9RMk/s1600-h/IMG_5679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/Skk0eGKNcdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/X-uNiad9RMk/s400/IMG_5679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867323760701906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Renee, wearing her "circle" hat watches in amazement.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/Skk0d31UVUI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GnnuKqNyyw4/s1600-h/IMG_5681.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/Skk0d31UVUI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GnnuKqNyyw4/s400/IMG_5681.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867319914976578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shannon is sooo proud. Well, I guess they are as weird as me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/Skk0deaingI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/AeZSTqbpbAQ/s1600-h/IMG_5686.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/Skk0deaingI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/AeZSTqbpbAQ/s400/IMG_5686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867313091780098" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-2864768371587983443?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-39577297871980340672009-06-29T21:21:00.006+01:002009-06-29T22:01:49.410+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">We decided that Renee needed a new bed. Maybe that's why she fell asleep at the office.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So we went out and bought a new bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Notice the duvet matches the decals on her wall? </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SkkkIpogQOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-YXY_Yi6NKg/s1600-h/IMG_5706.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SkkkIpogQOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-YXY_Yi6NKg/s400/IMG_5706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352849363139838178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Renee loves her new bed.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SkkkI7LvbMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/lfur3BVxaeo/s1600-h/IMG_5711.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SkkkI7LvbMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/lfur3BVxaeo/s400/IMG_5711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352849367851035842" /></a><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3957729787198034067?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-31357610959283733112009-06-16T23:49:00.002+01:002009-06-16T23:58:49.148+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SjgjXER720I/AAAAAAAAAxE/nphdr5GJtFk/s1600-h/IMG_5251.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SjgjXER720I/AAAAAAAAAxE/nphdr5GJtFk/s400/IMG_5251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348063436695395138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SjgjWgLjwrI/AAAAAAAAAw8/7OpkOxst8aE/s1600-h/IMG_5255.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SjgjWgLjwrI/AAAAAAAAAw8/7OpkOxst8aE/s400/IMG_5255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348063427004973746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SjgjWbCDH4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/iHsfsLnb-RU/s1600-h/IMG_5256.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SjgjWbCDH4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/iHsfsLnb-RU/s400/IMG_5256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348063425622908802" /></a><br />Bring your daughter to work day. If you do participate. Try to make it interesting.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3135761095928373311?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-17224534192475345012009-05-31T16:20:00.030+01:002009-06-01T14:32:18.387+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />After a hard day we like to go to the pub.<br />Here we are at a local pub in the beer garden. Yum!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOstGoMoTI/AAAAAAAAAws/CR-lbk46TCM/s1600-h/IMG_5081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOstGoMoTI/AAAAAAAAAws/CR-lbk46TCM/s400/IMG_5081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342303473864843570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOss81FSnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/UI8a1QWgXS0/s1600-h/IMG_5084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOss81FSnI/AAAAAAAAAwk/UI8a1QWgXS0/s400/IMG_5084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342303471234534002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing like some crisps to go with a beer.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOsstP92eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/97oWwuIRHYo/s1600-h/IMG_5085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOsstP92eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/97oWwuIRHYo/s400/IMG_5085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342303467052325346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOssFr8PkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G_824mVLyR4/s1600-h/IMG_5086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOssFr8PkI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G_824mVLyR4/s400/IMG_5086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342303456432242242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I post LARGE pictures, suitable for framing or making your desktop photo. Just click on the photo and when it opens up right click on it and save to your pc.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOsrqIsgJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/N_LwBkC58NQ/s1600-h/IMG_5089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOsrqIsgJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/N_LwBkC58NQ/s400/IMG_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342303449036652690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdQKyPUVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tXbAcWWwvsg/s1600-h/IMG_5092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdQKyPUVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/tXbAcWWwvsg/s400/IMG_5092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342286484090081618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpXh5onZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/0ohOkS-zcUA/s1600-h/IMG_5164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpXh5onZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/0ohOkS-zcUA/s400/IMG_5164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342088698461199762" border="0" /></a>Man, when the sun is out here England Shines!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdP5RlWlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/QuWMP46UK18/s1600-h/IMG_5100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdP5RlWlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/QuWMP46UK18/s400/IMG_5100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342286479389710930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdPMTvzzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PFy6yTgBuEg/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdPMTvzzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PFy6yTgBuEg/s400/IMG_5102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342286467319189298" border="0" /></a>Let's Run!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdPsteEZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sc9yPbIbJ7k/s1600-h/IMG_5101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdPsteEZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sc9yPbIbJ7k/s400/IMG_5101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342286476017013138" border="0" /></a>Now for a video...<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d03254deeb095d13" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd03254deeb095d13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DCF2AC58555ACA3E4339E3DBD2FC713D5FE2DF6.5873C1E1CA2F116FDAF221EA42D3EB7D9602244B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd03254deeb095d13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCwpCrmMwFvWU2FKhsbaA4rDvkl0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd03254deeb095d13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DCF2AC58555ACA3E4339E3DBD2FC713D5FE2DF6.5873C1E1CA2F116FDAF221EA42D3EB7D9602244B%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd03254deeb095d13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCwpCrmMwFvWU2FKhsbaA4rDvkl0&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Yes Renee, your father <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> mad. Why do you ask?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdO2AYl4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/EvBx2BAoIJA/s1600-h/IMG_5105.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOdO2AYl4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/EvBx2BAoIJA/s400/IMG_5105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342286461332395906" border="0" /></a><br />Up in the air, do you <span style="font-style: italic;">like</span> it?<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOaTuH8oTI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MDDaXR2DDsU/s1600-h/IMG_5115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiOaTuH8oTI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MDDaXR2DDsU/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342283246581096754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If you look to your left you can see the bell tower.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLquWuybKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lYAVF2VFfPE/s1600-h/IMG_5120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLquWuybKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lYAVF2VFfPE/s400/IMG_5120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342090190111534242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Let's go to Sidmouth and get some ice cream!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpYijQCfI/AAAAAAAAAvM/tFpUhKRnZa0/s1600-h/IMG_5136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpYijQCfI/AAAAAAAAAvM/tFpUhKRnZa0/s400/IMG_5136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342088715815619058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ahh, I'll just rest one sec...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpYJgMcYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/EgD6x4hhxT4/s1600-h/IMG_5142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpYJgMcYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/EgD6x4hhxT4/s400/IMG_5142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342088709091914114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What's that?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpXxImhjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/0cwU9_2tccU/s1600-h/IMG_5149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLpXxImhjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/0cwU9_2tccU/s400/IMG_5149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342088702550509106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At Dawlish Warren they have a merry-go-round for 3 tokens.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLiCqqxRLI/AAAAAAAAAus/wBD-qvPMUYM/s1600-h/IMG_5182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLiCqqxRLI/AAAAAAAAAus/wBD-qvPMUYM/s400/IMG_5182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342080643456124082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLiCfNEtBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2OsxyeMcE08/s1600-h/IMG_5191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLiCfNEtBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2OsxyeMcE08/s400/IMG_5191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342080640378778642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mom, get me off this train, it's terrible! I wouldn't pay 3 tokens for that.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLJSh2YfUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EOb2eAEzsEY/s1600-h/IMG_5201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLJSh2YfUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EOb2eAEzsEY/s400/IMG_5201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053428176125250" border="0" /></a>Bouncy, bouncy this is way better than a bed, and only 3 tokens.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLJSLI1hxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/t86_HtFB3l8/s1600-h/IMG_5203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiLJSLI1hxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/t86_HtFB3l8/s400/IMG_5203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053422079510290" border="0" /></a><br />Want to see a video of that?<br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40bf37b17c1af3d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40bf37b17c1af3d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3033A131E44C49AF6F14FC7DEE4DB26A9A17DF1D.923FAFA885260EBCAC886764E1420E30FCB5941%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40bf37b17c1af3d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2MA-4pYQIdwhS4SrqwezdmNkYkU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40bf37b17c1af3d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3033A131E44C49AF6F14FC7DEE4DB26A9A17DF1D.923FAFA885260EBCAC886764E1420E30FCB5941%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40bf37b17c1af3d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2MA-4pYQIdwhS4SrqwezdmNkYkU&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nice green space!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiKqwLyFlsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Jmf0XIRMs7w/s1600-h/IMG_5219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiKqwLyFlsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Jmf0XIRMs7w/s400/IMG_5219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342019852788143810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hey more BOUNCY!<br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiKqv9BZXxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fcyP8HmYGcM/s1600-h/IMG_5240.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiKqv9BZXxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fcyP8HmYGcM/s400/IMG_5240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342019848825822994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">See you next time! BYE BYE!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiKqvWCJotI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fxLNjS-8h-M/s1600-h/IMG_5243.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SiKqvWCJotI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fxLNjS-8h-M/s400/IMG_5243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342019838360003282" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1722453419247534501?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-41350612830435489552009-05-13T15:39:00.011+01:002009-05-23T21:56:49.868+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Wake it up Renee, you're TWO!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHtvQd4EI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FiWkVBqfb5E/s1600-h/IMG_5002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHtvQd4EI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FiWkVBqfb5E/s400/IMG_5002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025840608763970" border="0" /></a>What did you get?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHtdEaWTI/AAAAAAAAAts/BBTCwTwxGMM/s1600-h/IMG_5004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHtdEaWTI/AAAAAAAAAts/BBTCwTwxGMM/s400/IMG_5004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025835726362930" border="0" /></a>A Trike and a Garage!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHtOcVJZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZXMtMOQr4RU/s1600-h/IMG_5006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHtOcVJZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZXMtMOQr4RU/s400/IMG_5006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025831800153490" border="0" /></a>Are we raising a boy?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHs461xZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/5KJndoDvqIs/s1600-h/IMG_5007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHs461xZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/5KJndoDvqIs/s400/IMG_5007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025826022540690" border="0" /></a><br />Would you like a bowl of chocolate icing?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHscCZ31I/AAAAAAAAAtU/0AXk1NihRPc/s1600-h/IMG_5010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgHscCZ31I/AAAAAAAAAtU/0AXk1NihRPc/s400/IMG_5010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025818269638482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">mmm that's GGGOOOODD!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFDU5EJcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oKu2xI0dbiM/s1600-h/IMG_5011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFDU5EJcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oKu2xI0dbiM/s400/IMG_5011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022912953525698" border="0" /></a>Mom made a special chocolate cake!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFDBZDHZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cFv4BQGiXgY/s1600-h/IMG_5014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFDBZDHZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cFv4BQGiXgY/s400/IMG_5014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022907718966674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Let's go to the beach and try out that new trike!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFC6p1SuI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_e0_ckk9S5Y/s1600-h/IMG_5029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFC6p1SuI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_e0_ckk9S5Y/s400/IMG_5029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022905910315746" border="0" /></a><br />Hey what's that?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFCvASJNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/sIQFkmg4rdM/s1600-h/IMG_5034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFCvASJNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/sIQFkmg4rdM/s400/IMG_5034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022902783255762" border="0" /></a><br />A little airplane!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFCfC19WI/AAAAAAAAAss/6PjSkYiajTE/s1600-h/IMG_5035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgFCfC19WI/AAAAAAAAAss/6PjSkYiajTE/s400/IMG_5035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022898499024226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ahh, Home of the Black Swan.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgC76maOLI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nwMmzpg9fFs/s1600-h/IMG_5040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShgC76maOLI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nwMmzpg9fFs/s400/IMG_5040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339020586613618866" border="0" /></a><br />and what a stylish trike.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShCK9MDfXAI/AAAAAAAAAsc/KnBNxq-XFoQ/s1600-h/IMG_5044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/ShCK9MDfXAI/AAAAAAAAAsc/KnBNxq-XFoQ/s400/IMG_5044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336918342246554626" border="0" /></a>Renee had a beautiful birthday and she got to skype Gigi, Dude, Ben, Leiah, Amber, Mack and Betsy!<br />They all sang Happy Birthday and had a cake that looked spookily (not a word) identical to the one Shannon made.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">and now for your moment of zen...</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93b2ed7a3d82ac55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93b2ed7a3d82ac55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D556DBC665E41349A3BB4EF1CBE6A92B49B9A503F.145E9FD51B4FC1A5089A7E8F84F1E7B7F0AEC43B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93b2ed7a3d82ac55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvizdgAF2PLgEb6A5PTO73lpquE0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93b2ed7a3d82ac55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D556DBC665E41349A3BB4EF1CBE6A92B49B9A503F.145E9FD51B4FC1A5089A7E8F84F1E7B7F0AEC43B%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93b2ed7a3d82ac55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvizdgAF2PLgEb6A5PTO73lpquE0&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4135061283043548955?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-57566943725668863992009-01-21T20:24:00.017Z2009-01-31T15:43:04.843ZRenee had a lovely visit. She got to play with her aunts and uncles and various other beautiful family members and friends.<br /><br />Christmas! Santa brought some toys for the little drummer children!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRk3UizZcI/AAAAAAAAArc/filhM22kY8s/s1600-h/IMG_4500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRk3UizZcI/AAAAAAAAArc/filhM22kY8s/s400/IMG_4500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469963264812482" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Renee is about to say "nose" to uncle Ernie.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZrQkTTbI/AAAAAAAAArM/cwSocTEcj8s/s1600-h/IMG_4529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZrQkTTbI/AAAAAAAAArM/cwSocTEcj8s/s400/IMG_4529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297457661411020210" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do you think Renee is having fun with her aunts?<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZrAzV9uI/AAAAAAAAArE/hlHl0BSFODo/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZrAzV9uI/AAAAAAAAArE/hlHl0BSFODo/s400/IMG_4579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297457657179141858" border="0" /></a>Ben is!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZq7OPwzI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XVxyljsZ9iI/s1600-h/IMG_4544.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZq7OPwzI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XVxyljsZ9iI/s400/IMG_4544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297457655681368882" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />Auntie Em grabs Renee for a snuggle.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZqveWIzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PN90kPZn8zw/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZqveWIzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PN90kPZn8zw/s400/IMG_4581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297457652527670066" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br />and a big kiss.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZqSbrTsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/krUVGQKO_UE/s1600-h/IMG_4591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRZqSbrTsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/krUVGQKO_UE/s400/IMG_4591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297457644731846338" border="0" /></a><br />"Clap like this!"<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRsy3XbIXI/AAAAAAAAArs/RjQC6aR1djY/s1600-h/IMG_4584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRsy3XbIXI/AAAAAAAAArs/RjQC6aR1djY/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478682806002034" border="0" /></a><br />Deb and Ben partied with Renee.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRVTd67MBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/RcoBnTXiTWs/s1600-h/IMG_4600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRVTd67MBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/RcoBnTXiTWs/s400/IMG_4600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297452854632198162" border="0" /></a><br />"Oh let me try that!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRs0SkmyEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/r1z_STkK7OQ/s1600-h/IMG_4595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRs0SkmyEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/r1z_STkK7OQ/s400/IMG_4595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478707288918082" border="0" /></a><br />Here she is sharing a cookie break with Sallie.<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRRylQT70I/AAAAAAAAAqU/Gs8lxc3_2sI/s1600-h/IMG_4626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRRylQT70I/AAAAAAAAAqU/Gs8lxc3_2sI/s400/IMG_4626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297448991130382146" border="0" /></a><br />Everybody dance now!<br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRsz9bZCVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bnX-iKrkb4I/s1600-h/IMG_4631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRsz9bZCVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bnX-iKrkb4I/s400/IMG_4631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478701613123922" border="0" /></a><br />Dancin, Dancin, Dancing!<br /></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRRybP0INI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Xj7GML1oJc8/s1600-h/IMG_4634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRRybP0INI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Xj7GML1oJc8/s400/IMG_4634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297448988443943122" border="0" /></a><br />Ben and Dude watch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRszpZWfZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/n2b5qYcPPog/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRszpZWfZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/n2b5qYcPPog/s400/IMG_4620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478696235859346" border="0" /></a><br />Ben busts a move!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRsyt1OEQI/AAAAAAAAArk/vwJSOhJEUbs/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRsyt1OEQI/AAAAAAAAArk/vwJSOhJEUbs/s400/IMG_4539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297478680246620418" border="0" /></a><br />Renee loves her new house.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRQvhh97AI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fdyEJvqDeu8/s400/IMG_4662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297447839079459842" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So does her honey bear.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SYRO5eX2ZBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/KHR0niXMDUU/s1600-h/IMG_4669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV5wsFCiI/AAAAAAAAAds/k_MoAbLPe78/s400/IMG_4423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583670647491106" border="0" /></a>This is near where we live. We walk down these narrow streets to the market.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV5bLuEII/AAAAAAAAAdk/7Q-1xG24KCA/s1600-h/IMG_4439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV5bLuEII/AAAAAAAAAdk/7Q-1xG24KCA/s400/IMG_4439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583664874623106" border="0" /></a>We just got a tree! Renee likes the ornaments.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV5MrFN2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/HGb2sRx_fR0/s1600-h/IMG_4445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV5MrFN2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/HGb2sRx_fR0/s400/IMG_4445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583660979631970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV46-shBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iq6xx4CvRfU/s1600-h/IMG_4441.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV46-shBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iq6xx4CvRfU/s400/IMG_4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274583656230061074" border="0" /></a>Its going to be a great holiday.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/STMV4Z8ofqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/OObvYrxojps/s1600-h/IMG_4442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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After a long absence of internet we have returned to tell you a tale of horrifically beautiful views of the sea.<br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SQI0q00hhuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7s39Z4zkGZU/s400/IMG_4287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260825225060255458" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">This is our bedroom window.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SQI3sVerLRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dKhRHBXbp20/s400/IMG_4293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828549541735698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the view from our bedroom.  (The left window)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You can just see the sea.  We are 1/2 mile from the coast.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What does this have to do with Renee?  She lives here and here she is showing her appreciation:</div><div style="text-align: center;">  <br /></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fb724e74f02ca86" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb724e74f02ca86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50DD0B4C6587FEED48BC475960910AF012C49620.30944513EE843B8760133E71E6299BC88BAFC539%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb724e74f02ca86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9omzyHnbB-bFde9ovBweSdjFuhs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb724e74f02ca86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50DD0B4C6587FEED48BC475960910AF012C49620.30944513EE843B8760133E71E6299BC88BAFC539%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb724e74f02ca86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9omzyHnbB-bFde9ovBweSdjFuhs&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5964011014363079322?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-65966359607283638502008-09-15T13:43:00.007+01:002008-09-15T14:28:24.378+01:00Speaking of drinking... being expats in England we are teaching our British born girl to drink tea. Very weak tea...so weak we call it water. Have you ever given caffeine to a soon to be toddler? I DO NOT recommend it.<br /><br />Now for our feature:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9adc8f961a09719e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9adc8f961a09719e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D808576F841407F760EA41FAF378281DB53469E38.61981D810A7723202475865E4C7B12BF0F4B304D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9adc8f961a09719e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmmyNXisFjQqFydY5YdJnxtWmH7c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9adc8f961a09719e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D808576F841407F760EA41FAF378281DB53469E38.61981D810A7723202475865E4C7B12BF0F4B304D%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9adc8f961a09719e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmmyNXisFjQqFydY5YdJnxtWmH7c&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">M-O-O-O-O-R-E? Oh Renee, oh Renee never before has a girl asked for more!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The banging sound you hear is not the old heat-boiler on the blitz again, it's me making oatmeal. I do it by rapping the wooden spoon on the side of the pan. It just tastes better!<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6596635960728363850?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-64643047895298225252008-09-11T21:50:00.007+01:002008-09-11T22:16:31.080+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMmFoM2LGBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/u8FpjssCG3s/s1600-h/IMG_4151.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMmFoM2LGBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/u8FpjssCG3s/s400/IMG_4151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870166739359762" /></a><br />One of our fav things to do is to go for a walk and find a pub and have a beer as a reward for walking. It's like having a dog but tastes better. Anyhoo, we of course take Renee cuz we can't leave her at home when we go drinking or walking, and one pub we go to has what they call a garden out by the canal. This one has a slide, no not into the canal.<br /><br />Now, I swear what you are about to see is a video of a not drunk but just cute kid. And you can't prove it anyway...<br /><br /><div><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7576e00f4fb3f115" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7576e00f4fb3f115%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D313E33388740D19431458B3EDC2C5C05B70518AA.845445984272FE030980C4BA6F77606F632BD680%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7576e00f4fb3f115%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz6cQZHnXdR8RLZAW-QRBGoqgJmE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7576e00f4fb3f115%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D313E33388740D19431458B3EDC2C5C05B70518AA.845445984272FE030980C4BA6F77606F632BD680%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7576e00f4fb3f115%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz6cQZHnXdR8RLZAW-QRBGoqgJmE&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><div><br />SHANNON DID IT! SHE'S THE ONE YOU SHOULD BE ASKING YOUR QUESTIONS TO...Oh, what does one little sip hurt.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6464304789529822525?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-59260814073989806242008-09-08T20:45:00.016+01:002008-09-10T22:43:43.079+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">OK we took Renee to Gambado's (a place where kids can be buried in multi-coloured plastic balls that were clean in the 80's) (Think McDonald's with a huge play area and better food)<br />AND because we are all under constant surveillance and suspicion I decided not to risk it and take a photo of <span style="font-style: italic;">my own child</span> in a public place. But there are many other photos and videos coming up my lovelies!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWHiXbBb9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/mBrE216u64I/s1600-h/IMG_4081.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWHiXbBb9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/mBrE216u64I/s400/IMG_4081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243746365615468498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWHiijYHhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Y3G7tLTPb1c/s1600-h/IMG_4082.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWHiijYHhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Y3G7tLTPb1c/s400/IMG_4082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243746368603299346" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWHjDVR9dI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NV38b_hhTFU/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWHjDVR9dI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NV38b_hhTFU/s400/IMG_4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243746377402545618" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Renee has decided to try pushing her Dolly around like she has been pushed all these many months.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17f661442f830fe4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWMxDhs-3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/GXWJFGQ3gCY/s1600-h/IMG_4128.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWMxDhs-3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/GXWJFGQ3gCY/s400/IMG_4128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243752115530955634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Renee is a scientist getting a sample ready.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWMxWUph9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7ElDoAR2_tY/s1600-h/IMG_4129.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWMxWUph9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7ElDoAR2_tY/s400/IMG_4129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243752120576477138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She is currently studying fluid dynamics.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWMx1aWilI/AAAAAAAAAaY/V-_pouXt9JM/s1600-h/IMG_4139.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWMx1aWilI/AAAAAAAAAaY/V-_pouXt9JM/s400/IMG_4139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243752128921897554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ooooewe, Now that's good data!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Now it's time for bed! Brush your teeth...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWO6VUZ-II/AAAAAAAAAag/zm6OCimt2xs/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWO6VUZ-II/AAAAAAAAAag/zm6OCimt2xs/s400/IMG_4142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243754473949100162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Read me a story!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWO6hbgeGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Th7gJPl7dxw/s1600-h/IMG_4146.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWO6hbgeGI/AAAAAAAAAao/Th7gJPl7dxw/s400/IMG_4146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243754477200111714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"I love that story!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWO6-CFynI/AAAAAAAAAaw/r6f72dxr8Zk/s1600-h/IMG_4147.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SMWO6-CFynI/AAAAAAAAAaw/r6f72dxr8Zk/s400/IMG_4147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243754484878133874" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Now for the film...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6261d7e10c4e269" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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"Go get Daddy a beer."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-8489482710270221309?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-52494101107257068492008-07-22T13:16:00.006+01:002008-07-22T18:53:58.173+01:00And now a short film about triumph.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6724fb5d9b31c09" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6724fb5d9b31c09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E3FA5B54350232B96E8F5846F7F05F68842F509.66183E9B57E439F2BF0CFD4795C299FB4126CA38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6724fb5d9b31c09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DedfYL3yP4XGL16tqsuRJlREGpvU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6724fb5d9b31c09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E3FA5B54350232B96E8F5846F7F05F68842F509.66183E9B57E439F2BF0CFD4795C299FB4126CA38%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6724fb5d9b31c09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DedfYL3yP4XGL16tqsuRJlREGpvU&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />In the immortal words of Stan Lee, nuff said.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5249410110725706849?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-7927358882730024622008-07-22T12:21:00.005+01:002008-07-22T23:09:24.504+01:00More talk from the prettiest girl in town. She gets it from her mother, her looks I mean.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6003c54f6334ad33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6003c54f6334ad33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C66D4205BE9E81559165924828A79C2FF856EE3.302C13314498FD357ED191CB7A5C4560381CD58D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6003c54f6334ad33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuJ4y9odRRum18n40yXPi0_pbSsk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6003c54f6334ad33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C66D4205BE9E81559165924828A79C2FF856EE3.302C13314498FD357ED191CB7A5C4560381CD58D%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6003c54f6334ad33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuJ4y9odRRum18n40yXPi0_pbSsk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-792735888273002462?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-82199504554363297622008-07-21T22:47:00.009+01:002008-07-22T12:20:32.345+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SIWn7YK6RQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ktRljxjyDuA/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SIWn7YK6RQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ktRljxjyDuA/s400/IMG_4011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225767581175661826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ahh England. This is a green-space near where we live.<br /><br />I took Renee there the other day to show her the <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> sheep again, <span style="font-style: italic;">baaaa</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SIXCRO8eqPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LXtqOQN7_Ck/s1600-h/Sheepy+Sheep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SIXCRO8eqPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LXtqOQN7_Ck/s400/Sheepy+Sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225796543958657266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SIWpQnxVYEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MaO_ZheZx8s/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-8219950455436329762?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-77984401891650752502008-07-11T10:52:00.007+01:002008-07-11T12:23:24.909+01:00Renee is learning her abcs in her toy deprived lab..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHctxxuP3kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BADWIvy7K2w/s1600-h/IMG_3984.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHctxxuP3kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BADWIvy7K2w/s400/IMG_3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221692626143534658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NO!<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a278006a7e22b82d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da278006a7e22b82d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BEC51C8F943A3101EE9769FE862FD74F0768A2E.517D39481E7D515220469F464756259EC2FEAE39%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da278006a7e22b82d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuyGFudEwK3sk8nKkVI403JvhRYY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da278006a7e22b82d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BEC51C8F943A3101EE9769FE862FD74F0768A2E.517D39481E7D515220469F464756259EC2FEAE39%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da278006a7e22b82d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuyGFudEwK3sk8nKkVI403JvhRYY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />YES!<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b4bfec99c5dfda" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01b4bfec99c5dfda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22A292F244F4113F79CBCA9C624C071AFCC3D56.3EB4E8BF63B0F67541078D1316B5FBA2C573220D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b4bfec99c5dfda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvg6wu-n2ES-978XUZZc4UcnDNek&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01b4bfec99c5dfda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22A292F244F4113F79CBCA9C624C071AFCC3D56.3EB4E8BF63B0F67541078D1316B5FBA2C573220D%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b4bfec99c5dfda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvg6wu-n2ES-978XUZZc4UcnDNek&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7798440189165075250?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-79253836351041219892008-07-09T20:42:00.015+01:002008-07-10T17:10:32.203+01:00You've seen some earlier examples of our odd little town so here is a happy summer celebration we ran into.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYRd8TvAuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yWs_K68wfL0/s1600-h/Dr+Death.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYRd8TvAuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yWs_K68wfL0/s400/Dr+Death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221380024085447394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who's That? Dr. Death? Whoever it is give him plenty of room.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYw-Ee96zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WY4zXmpeZYc/s1600-h/Men.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYw-Ee96zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WY4zXmpeZYc/s400/Men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414660896320306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Men in skirts.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYwegpB5gI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r94xjwIANHQ/s1600-h/Ron.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYwegpB5gI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r94xjwIANHQ/s400/Ron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414118698903042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the drummers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYzh-GHmHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Dbwf2-LG6sE/s1600-h/melike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYzh-GHmHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Dbwf2-LG6sE/s400/melike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221417476680030322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Renee loves drums.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYSbxzhRjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ImJkn-YUrbM/s1600-h/Chicken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHYSbxzhRjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ImJkn-YUrbM/s400/Chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221381086417864242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A lady gave Renee a little kitten and scared her. But she's better now. Eat the kitten, we don't know where it's been but go ahead put it in your mouth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7925383635104121989?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-79557161342638356692008-07-09T19:32:00.003+01:002008-07-09T20:12:55.147+01:00Renee's seems to be saying "Na na na ... back to you."<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a31ca90de716102a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da31ca90de716102a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D684D716E1E943236660C6EE40709441A013EB663.57C036417DC88596343D4D913F7BC7AFF958DE52%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da31ca90de716102a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5LpI0pxg5HC083vvjKbhb7jIKdk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da31ca90de716102a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D684D716E1E943236660C6EE40709441A013EB663.57C036417DC88596343D4D913F7BC7AFF958DE52%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da31ca90de716102a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5LpI0pxg5HC083vvjKbhb7jIKdk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7955716134263835669?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-59734720708778612782008-07-09T17:31:00.006+01:002008-07-11T12:42:15.891+01:00This is an example of the mind numbing Baby Einstein level reading we like to bombard Renee's rapidly expanding brain with...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHTpD4EKMpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/aLkf3YxNu8c/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 408px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SHTpD4EKMpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/aLkf3YxNu8c/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221054120827957906" border="0" /></a>Are you fond of nasty wet places? Are you a frog or a squirrel?<br /></div><br />I suggest you click on the image and save it so you can make it your desktop background. DO IT! Or I'll post the rest of the book, oh you'd like that, wouldn't you!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5973472070877861278?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-75758236650381111472008-06-20T17:45:00.003+01:002008-06-20T17:54:30.105+01:00You want more video OK.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1550ff520f3ea980" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1550ff520f3ea980%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D647FC2B078D383708FE9DB20503730C807C178B7.5B84D224CC9A56704AA385054666F33F7E539315%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1550ff520f3ea980%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3n-LEOjjqu7MJCh_hGi9RFbw4WA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1550ff520f3ea980%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D647FC2B078D383708FE9DB20503730C807C178B7.5B84D224CC9A56704AA385054666F33F7E539315%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1550ff520f3ea980%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3n-LEOjjqu7MJCh_hGi9RFbw4WA&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />Sometimes she means Yes when she nods NO.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7575823665038111147?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-17895710202604194632008-06-20T17:34:00.002+01:002008-06-20T17:44:57.260+01:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a41c3583367522ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da41c3583367522ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57C6DF1962B38653B23C95496F59B6B06FCF9B5B.1E676866F36CAB45199C210A58F35E0873742849%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da41c3583367522ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkSLLfnuT9Qh1Y3Ym0uWpnOhtCzQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da41c3583367522ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57C6DF1962B38653B23C95496F59B6B06FCF9B5B.1E676866F36CAB45199C210A58F35E0873742849%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da41c3583367522ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkSLLfnuT9Qh1Y3Ym0uWpnOhtCzQ&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />and now for some dinner music. How about some new Coldplay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1789571020260419463?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-44609195823601541992008-06-20T17:22:00.003+01:002008-06-22T11:38:11.694+01:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe012867109da56a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe012867109da56a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22032907005A57D7A83EB8C111E0973AA38C056D.1B9F1A34A1581667AA6A20753F75ACB13DD624F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe012867109da56a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDfjnDI3uQc9rEi5cGSgmaosxeZg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe012867109da56a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22032907005A57D7A83EB8C111E0973AA38C056D.1B9F1A34A1581667AA6A20753F75ACB13DD624F7%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe012867109da56a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDfjnDI3uQc9rEi5cGSgmaosxeZg&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />Poop, top and laellee (really) all words that we need to get ahead in life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4460919582360154199?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-32456262989577800212008-06-20T12:29:00.006+01:002008-06-20T16:35:05.227+01:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-941bdfc4f75f903d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D941bdfc4f75f903d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D193C2C25C1A63AA5F9A20634D40BAC6CF88477BB.26D8480AD7B6A44143CDB85B06178C5FBA24ACC9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D941bdfc4f75f903d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmR8oiHPHO7-igycvBIPbrRZV3ng&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D941bdfc4f75f903d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D193C2C25C1A63AA5F9A20634D40BAC6CF88477BB.26D8480AD7B6A44143CDB85B06178C5FBA24ACC9%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D941bdfc4f75f903d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmR8oiHPHO7-igycvBIPbrRZV3ng&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />Renee now insists on taking the stairs.<br /><br />She does this with no assistance from me. Well, I do lift the gate for her. Notice that our lower gate is an ironing board. Nice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3245626298957780021?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-45644834828385002292008-06-15T12:45:00.021+01:002008-06-18T22:15:04.211+01:00<div style="text-align: left;">For Shannon's Birthday we went to Brighton,<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFUFqV-swaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hmY__NczCKA/s1600-h/IMG_3803.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFUFqV-swaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hmY__NczCKA/s400/IMG_3803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212078368763986338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we enjoyed a walk on the pier,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFUE6vXTskI/AAAAAAAAAWo/whrt0Jz92gk/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFUE6vXTskI/AAAAAAAAAWo/whrt0Jz92gk/s400/IMG_3800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212077550944367170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and a visit to the Pavilion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFV1YW3pTuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IC4sj5MaqFE/s1600-h/IMG_3830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFV1YW3pTuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IC4sj5MaqFE/s400/IMG_3830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212201205067501282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Renee loved the beach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFV5iHC9okI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4CA-oB-EAjg/s1600-h/IMG_3846.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SFV5iHC9okI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4CA-oB-EAjg/s400/IMG_3846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212205770665206338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Now for the eating.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52d99c7aacbaf323" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52d99c7aacbaf323%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7708E1C4EE0921F3FB922433C988C61424279B5A.2280F08AAFFE3682FED99E9DA5BFF92CA31DD7BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52d99c7aacbaf323%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5LeTLPLBQQL-48XTOudgCquzlPM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52d99c7aacbaf323%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7708E1C4EE0921F3FB922433C988C61424279B5A.2280F08AAFFE3682FED99E9DA5BFF92CA31DD7BE%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52d99c7aacbaf323%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5LeTLPLBQQL-48XTOudgCquzlPM&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Isn't she the best eater? I just set the broccoli and fish sticks in front of her and she does the rest.<br /></div><br />Ahhh the life of Mr Mom with Renee as my charge.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4564483482838500229?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-18820092949742595132008-05-16T22:21:00.010+01:002008-05-16T23:25:47.742+01:00We had beautiful warm weather for Renee's first birthday, and we had a great day. We had a little party with most of our guests attending via webcam. Renee enjoyed her presents and cake and the attention. After I put her to bed that night I unexpectedly burst into tears, probably for all sorts of reasons: memories of what was happening last year at this time, struggles with breastfeeding and lack of sleep, generally being scared and also overjoyed, and being lovingly tended and cared for by my mom (she took care of all of us for 6 weeks!! cooking, shopping, making my birthday cake. By the time she left Renee was only getting up one time in the night rather than two or more and I had been getting more sleep than most new moms). One year feels like such a milestone and its exciting, and also a little bitter-sweet, to think about how much and how quickly this little baby has grown.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4F20ri8wI/AAAAAAAAASc/ChIDhli8-ew/s1600-h/wakey+birthday.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4F20ri8wI/AAAAAAAAASc/ChIDhli8-ew/s400/wakey+birthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201101059071865602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">waking up on the morning of her first birthday.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4DmEri8vI/AAAAAAAAASU/O_vOOrbsuNE/s1600-h/birthday+present1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4DmEri8vI/AAAAAAAAASU/O_vOOrbsuNE/s400/birthday+present1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201098572285801202" border="0" /></a><br />her first birthday present just after waking up.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e57a43feb51737f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e57a43feb51737f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E36AF55B10CFEE84DF6F99E4347A4997C9297AA.15B6F39C8DD0E0483A230CA17F5F085B3E97A172%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e57a43feb51737f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAN6K9H6VJrwWTBlckkBMEfiSCk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e57a43feb51737f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E36AF55B10CFEE84DF6F99E4347A4997C9297AA.15B6F39C8DD0E0483A230CA17F5F085B3E97A172%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e57a43feb51737f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAN6K9H6VJrwWTBlckkBMEfiSCk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />later, we had cake and more presents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Cq0ri8qI/AAAAAAAAARs/vfP-vzrsOBE/s1600-h/birthday+cake+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Cq0ri8qI/AAAAAAAAARs/vfP-vzrsOBE/s400/birthday+cake+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201097554378551970" border="0" /></a>ooo, fire<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Cskri8tI/AAAAAAAAASE/rD8dbq7mxlM/s1600-h/birthday+present+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Cskri8tI/AAAAAAAAASE/rD8dbq7mxlM/s400/birthday+present+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201097584443323090" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Dlkri8uI/AAAAAAAAASM/CFwdSkg1VQM/s1600-h/birthday+present+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Dlkri8uI/AAAAAAAAASM/CFwdSkg1VQM/s400/birthday+present+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201098563695866594" border="0" /></a>she got the hang of present opening very quickly : )<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4CpEri8pI/AAAAAAAAARk/-YboQ1AUVuM/s1600-h/birthday+bunny.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4CpEri8pI/AAAAAAAAARk/-YboQ1AUVuM/s400/birthday+bunny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201097524313780882" border="0" /></a><br />a sweet, soft bunny. i want one for myself<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4CrUri8rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/clgCywxW-t4/s1600-h/birthday+cuddle.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4CrUri8rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/clgCywxW-t4/s400/birthday+cuddle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201097562968486578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">this cuddle made it all worth it 1000 x over (the clothespin keeps her dress up so she can crawl)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Cr0ri8sI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bow8YcTq444/s1600-h/birthday+family.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SC4Cr0ri8sI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bow8YcTq444/s400/birthday+family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201097571558421186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">amazing! a photo where we are all smiling at the same time.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1882009294974259513?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-22422754726987745442008-05-09T23:45:00.003+01:002008-05-09T23:54:26.808+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SCTUoW9VVcI/AAAAAAAAARU/dyDCZ07LvkY/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SCTUoW9VVcI/AAAAAAAAARU/dyDCZ07LvkY/s400/tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198513659715081666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">somebody is turning 1 year old tomorrow.<br />i can't believe it.<br />Happy Birthday Renee.<br />We love you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SCTVkW9VVdI/AAAAAAAAARc/18M-y7LDPsE/s1600-h/swing+close.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SCTVkW9VVdI/AAAAAAAAARc/18M-y7LDPsE/s400/swing+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198514690507232722" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SCTUn29VVaI/AAAAAAAAARE/IWa1VVZ9Ngo/s1600-h/duck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SCTUn29VVaI/AAAAAAAAARE/IWa1VVZ9Ngo/s400/duck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198513651125147042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and the duck goes QUACK!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-2242275472698774544?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-64910433003027215012008-04-26T21:56:00.003+01:002008-04-26T22:01:34.725+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBOX1_CMxcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0mqhSl-BK2U/s1600-h/sunny+day.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBOX1_CMxcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0mqhSl-BK2U/s400/sunny+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193661748997834178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Renée LOOOOOVES to be outside, loves loves loves it. Thank goodness we finally got some sunshine!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBOXX_CMxaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YkO3CGzOUZA/s1600-h/hat+stealer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBOXX_CMxaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YkO3CGzOUZA/s400/hat+stealer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193661233601758626" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6491043300302721501?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-33619844602020951562008-04-24T20:00:00.010+01:002008-04-24T20:51:01.857+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDau_CMxNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bbB_BRdeqeo/s1600-h/webcam.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDau_CMxNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bbB_BRdeqeo/s400/webcam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192890871087678674" border="0" /></a>a modern long distance relationship<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">not so flattering a photo but cute anyway.<br /></span><br /></div>So the photo a day exercise went a bit wonky while I was in Boston, mostly because I FORGOT MY CAMERA all the time! I could have gotten photos of ghouls and gravestones in Boston (really cool photos) but NO, I forgot the camera. I could have gotten a photo of my mom and I going out at a super fancy restaurant, BUT NO, I forgot the camera. I did take a couple of not very good photos while there and I am trying to be more disciplined about taking the camera with me places. It has a belt loop on the camera case but I can't bring myself to be quite so dorky as to wear the camera on my belt, although that may be my punishment if I keep forgetting to bring the camera places. So, here are a few photos, not as many photos as days, but some interesting ones nonetheless.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDe-vCMxTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Sr9yZ1LrbmQ/s1600-h/big+baby.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 353px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDe-vCMxTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Sr9yZ1LrbmQ/s400/big+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192895539717129522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDih_CMxZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EIad3xoVYjU/s1600-h/little+baby.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 353px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDih_CMxZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EIad3xoVYjU/s400/little+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192899443842401682" border="0" /></a><br />BIG BABY little baby<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfCPCMxXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cJuW-JhlpFc/s1600-h/swing2.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfB_CMxWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_5NNHpN1x6M/s1600-h/swing.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 271px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfB_CMxWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_5NNHpN1x6M/s400/swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192895595551704418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfCPCMxXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cJuW-JhlpFc/s1600-h/swing2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 264px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfCPCMxXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cJuW-JhlpFc/s400/swing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192895599846671730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfU_CMxYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/P7BHk3lOHvw/s1600-h/swing3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 265px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfU_CMxYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/P7BHk3lOHvw/s400/swing3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192895921969218946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDe_fCMxUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wnfu2liEjfc/s1600-h/horsey-accent.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDe_fCMxUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wnfu2liEjfc/s400/horsey-accent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192895552602031426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfA_CMxVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WHmXcnfXP6A/s1600-h/horsey-color.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SBDfA_CMxVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WHmXcnfXP6A/s400/horsey-color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192895578371835218" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3361984460202095156?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-31934589455179947912008-04-18T23:01:00.004+01:002008-04-18T23:14:19.055+01:00After that last episode I had to put the real Renee in jail...<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ffa84da073b1e80b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dffa84da073b1e80b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D412E7355904D582067E09DCB95203C449F98FEA1.7C4BD7F2099E195535563F0707634577D86654D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffa84da073b1e80b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIo1ZZOhgx7X71rNHaIe7Pfg383g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dffa84da073b1e80b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D412E7355904D582067E09DCB95203C449F98FEA1.7C4BD7F2099E195535563F0707634577D86654D6%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffa84da073b1e80b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIo1ZZOhgx7X71rNHaIe7Pfg383g&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3193458945517994791?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-14216419570954719862008-04-17T19:33:00.010+01:002008-04-17T20:18:31.323+01:00<div style="text-align: left;">You may not be aware of this but Renee has life outside of ours, as a comic book character...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">click on comic to enlarge<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SAeiZtNU1NI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H_RrFjThPU4/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/SAeiZtNU1NI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H_RrFjThPU4/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190295658083701970" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1421641957095471986?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-78406527730125097462008-04-16T16:21:00.003+01:002008-04-16T16:33:23.124+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were afraid that she was going to be just a roller or worse a scooter. Scooting around like a dog with an itchy butt. But Renee has delightfully surprised us with her new skill, crawling. She started out going backward or bass ackwards as we say in England. Now she crawls forward sometimes like a marine at bootcamp. She now can attack any object she desires. Film at eleven.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7626bf268c093926" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7626bf268c093926%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E11B94E6FE5917974D6DD04690E5C7B96F11710.68D3919530CF54E11609E550A99EF6E3C53C0A98%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7626bf268c093926%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrcTEw5W4OR4n-cwSg0cmJEjECSY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7626bf268c093926%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E11B94E6FE5917974D6DD04690E5C7B96F11710.68D3919530CF54E11609E550A99EF6E3C53C0A98%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7626bf268c093926%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrcTEw5W4OR4n-cwSg0cmJEjECSY&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7840652773012509746?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-64951816265044662432008-04-14T03:37:00.003+01:002008-04-14T03:40:36.370+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SALDfjP9XTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cVjMaEHfV7A/s1600-h/bostonskyline.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SALDfjP9XTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cVjMaEHfV7A/s400/bostonskyline.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924667489770802" /></a><br /><br />view from our hotel window. it's cooold here. today on my photographic journey i learned that my mom's camera is better than mine! how can this be? she took a photo of the same night scene and hers came out much better. I fiddled with my camera for half an hour to try to prove that my camera was just as good to no avail. <br /><br />i miss my baby.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6495181626504466243?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-35484159525048942702008-04-14T03:35:00.000+01:002008-04-14T03:36:59.476+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SALDHzP9XSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tDC27VEYb3M/s1600-h/mom.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/SALDHzP9XSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tDC27VEYb3M/s400/mom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924259467877666" /></a><br /><br />guess who I ran into in Boston? I am so lucky!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3548415952504894270?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-35489973048244580952008-04-11T22:03:00.003+01:002008-04-11T22:11:29.997+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R__SiYgRmKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TFVqFa2lIdk/s1600-h/easter+bunny.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R__SiYgRmKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TFVqFa2lIdk/s400/easter+bunny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188096783889307810" /></a><br /><br /><br />i am leaving for boston tomorrow morning and leaving my sweet bunny behind. i am very worried that when i come back in one week she will have forgotten about me. i am in a not-so-secret competition for her affection and i don't want her to prefer her daddy over me. i guess i will have to get used to the to and fro. as long as she lets me hold her when i get back.<br /><br />on the bright side, i plan to do lots of fun stuff in boston with my mom. i am going for work but i plan to squeeze in plenty of shopping and dinners and lots of grown up things that i haven't done in a while. long leisurely dinners. whole days shopping.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3548997304824458095?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-90834757592468310792008-04-10T23:22:00.003+01:002008-04-10T23:55:45.537+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R_6Tf4gRmJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nrjoDfvYqxM/s1600-h/door.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R_6Tf4gRmJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nrjoDfvYqxM/s400/door.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187745996730374290" /></a><br /><br />i seem to forget to take photos until it's time for bed. i am beginning to worry already that i won't be able to find enough interesting things to take photos of...tonight, i'm afraid, it's the back door of our house. the back door that must be checked before bed, the back door that helps us get a good night's sleep. i think i have a new found appreciation for the back door. um...right, i will start remembering to take more photos of the babe : ) night, everyone. thanks, back door.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-9083475759246831079?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-41111784126857482022008-04-09T22:09:00.002+01:002008-04-09T22:16:14.230+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R_0xQ4gRmII/AAAAAAAAAOc/VuWh7Sr3glU/s1600-h/chaz_n_shan.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R_0xQ4gRmII/AAAAAAAAAOc/VuWh7Sr3glU/s400/chaz_n_shan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187356511916103810" /></a><br /><br />i forgot to take the camera out on our little adventure to the swings today! Renee loooves the swings and she looks so cute, but I forgot. I will have to train myself to take the camera everywhere everyday. today, i'm afraid you're stuck with charles and i hanging out watching tv.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4111178412685748202?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-89210464676293942422008-04-08T20:44:00.003+01:002008-04-08T20:58:27.817+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R_vMOueb6lI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HbYTlAukHHo/s1600-h/accent.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R_vMOueb6lI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HbYTlAukHHo/s400/accent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186963949213182546" /></a><br /><br />I am taking the photo a day challenge! A number of people have done <a href="http://www.aphotoaday.org/fronts.html">this sort</a> of photo project. It's supposed to make you a better photographer, mostly because you use your camera more often. Of course, it also serves as a kind of photo diary. I am on my second day and I am already learning a lot about my camera and what it can do. So far so good : ) Now, if I can just keep up with it. Here's my photo for today (with such a good subject it shouldn't be too difficult : )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-8921046467629394242?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-34097074284706668302008-04-07T23:48:00.002+01:002008-04-08T10:54:06.769+01:00who knew it could be so exciting?!?!?!<br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-619ffe6fdd53c799" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D619ffe6fdd53c799%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21ACA19598AE565832348076CCB66AB33D78726D.7981D5C12FA61ED6EDDAFC37032C67CA88D7AA64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D619ffe6fdd53c799%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFvRjOvjaGSBfJokcskgpvXfWavg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D619ffe6fdd53c799%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21ACA19598AE565832348076CCB66AB33D78726D.7981D5C12FA61ED6EDDAFC37032C67CA88D7AA64%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D619ffe6fdd53c799%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFvRjOvjaGSBfJokcskgpvXfWavg&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3409707428470666830?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-50637079262059339742008-03-19T23:37:00.003Z2008-03-20T12:34:43.759ZDear Amber,<br /><br />I think there will soon come a time when Renee resists being referred to as "the meat." I hereby go on record as never having authorized any such nickname. That being said, the video below should fulfill your request for more of "the meat" although it contains no images of her roly-poly thighs. For that, you will have to come visit her, and soon because she is quickly growing out of her baby fat. The sing-song mommy voice, well, there's not much I can do about that, it just happens.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Shan<br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f45b3762e6e5ae7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f45b3762e6e5ae7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53239F4B3841D9C0596BFDA7B0C152FFB8C88504.28202E14EECE6F301F663A8A1AB1AFF0CEDB8C1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f45b3762e6e5ae7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De9Xcqi9kKsKx8fFyFiM30dqf3y4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f45b3762e6e5ae7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53239F4B3841D9C0596BFDA7B0C152FFB8C88504.28202E14EECE6F301F663A8A1AB1AFF0CEDB8C1E%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f45b3762e6e5ae7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De9Xcqi9kKsKx8fFyFiM30dqf3y4&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5063707926205933974?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-41311054526271870192008-03-15T21:30:00.006Z2008-03-15T21:41:51.616Zugh! yes, I am a complainer. I like to complain. In England they call it "whinging" pronounced (win-jing) and someone who whinges is a whinger. I don't want to be a whinger but I so enjoy whinging. Today I am whinging about being the host for all sorts of viruses unknown to me before baby. Renee and I are recovering from our 3rd cold since the New Year. I know, I know, I have little to complain about aside from minor illnesses. Can I complain some more? Now about my sweet hubby. He was going to make me soup for being sick, well I had to beg and didn't even get any soup until 10pm! I felt sick and unloved. Where's your mom when you need her? When Charles was sick once I made some special concoction soup right away and even dug up some dandelion root from the garden for its special healing power! Where's the love? It must have something to do with the over riding significance of the "man cold." (see hilarious video pasted below).<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4131105452627187019?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-35431030253794113502008-02-19T21:01:00.006Z2008-02-20T09:02:47.465ZSo, has anyone else's baby transformed into a crazy monster? My sweet little baby seems to ALREADY be throwing temper tantrums! She screams with frustration at the littlest thing, ABSOLUTELY hates to be dressed, acts as though I am trying to eat her. When I go to lay her down for bed time she arches her back and flails like a fish out of water trying to resist being laid down! I worry that she will squirm right out of my arms and onto the floor. She grabbed my finger the other day and bit it. HARD! I wasn't expecting that, and she has lots of dangerous teeth. I am worried for my safety. What's it gonna be next? Oh, and she went on a nursing strike; refused her bottle completely for 2 days! That may not sound like a big deal but she was having NO FLUIDS. I've always heard that a human can last only 3 days without water and she was getting close to that threshold. So, we went to the doctor thinking she must have a painful mouth or throat condition causing her to refuse her bottle, but she SCREAMED and cried at the doctor and nothing could be found to show a throat or ear infection. Turns out, the little princess just didn't like the taste of her milk! Can you believe that? We changed her milk and voila, she started drinking again. A hunger strike? I guess that's one way for a 9month old to assert herself. I think Charles and I are in for trouble. I better start reading the toddler years books soon.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R7tKYLVRr9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/d_5ZPoRUV2E/s1600-h/gonna+bite+u.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R7tKYLVRr9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/d_5ZPoRUV2E/s320/gonna+bite+u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168806776557121490" border="0" /></a>i'm gonna bite youuu!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R7tFkLVRr8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/y2fFPKx_g6s/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R7tFkLVRr8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/y2fFPKx_g6s/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168801485157412802" border="0" /></a>Wuhat?! You're gonna do what I say.<br /><br /></div><br />Don't believe the cute pictures or the charming smile. Help me! I'm being held hostage by a baby dictator! Okay, okay, she's still cute.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Orange juice is SO SOUR!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62f771ac4a673d73" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62f771ac4a673d73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA80272BC264BF97EAD89EB88046594D8C82B726.7B388FADBC8DB7B0B167DBC313ED35A00DADE5B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62f771ac4a673d73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr8A-79zYSgsvFnHB7fDe8jBNl7s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62f771ac4a673d73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA80272BC264BF97EAD89EB88046594D8C82B726.7B388FADBC8DB7B0B167DBC313ED35A00DADE5B5%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62f771ac4a673d73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr8A-79zYSgsvFnHB7fDe8jBNl7s&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3543103025379411350?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-47325566671815628262008-02-15T08:18:00.005Z2008-02-17T18:37:47.797Z<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">OK, I understand there have been crowds of angry villagers with torches gathering in cyberspace calling for Renee's blog to return. Well, here it is...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's February and the winter has been quite mild here. Not the dreary rainy cold gray season we might have feared. Sure it gets cold but it is often sunny.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Renee is now over nine months old! You know what they say, time flies when you wipe baby's butt. She has a mouth full of six teeth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Check out this Bath Montage:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h72KHDKZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4zOoUN6YvRg/s1600-h/IMG_3139.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h72KHDKZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4zOoUN6YvRg/s320/IMG_3139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016742764718482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h72qHDKaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j7Ag76k_Duw/s1600-h/IMG_3140.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h72qHDKaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j7Ag76k_Duw/s320/IMG_3140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016751354653090" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h726HDKbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qkxDpCnDtDM/s1600-h/IMG_3144.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h726HDKbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qkxDpCnDtDM/s320/IMG_3144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016755649620402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h73KHDKcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hxWEsbRQ6Ck/s1600-h/IMG_3145.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h73KHDKcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hxWEsbRQ6Ck/s320/IMG_3145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016759944587714" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h73aHDKdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CWh6xfp026o/s1600-h/IMG_3146.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R7h73aHDKdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CWh6xfp026o/s320/IMG_3146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016764239555026" border="0" /></a><br /></div>She loves the camera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4732556667181562826?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-85661935923120113932008-01-24T23:33:00.000Z2008-01-24T23:45:26.135Z<div style="text-align: center;">that's right. the holidays were a blur. so i need to relive them here, enjoy them again.<br />merry christmas!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khxikbIOI/AAAAAAAAANg/4uU8502bU58/s1600-h/xmas+tree.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khxikbIOI/AAAAAAAAANg/4uU8502bU58/s200/xmas+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159191983106498786" border="0" /></a><br />sweet little christmas tree<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlSkbILI/AAAAAAAAANI/lsaxr8bPlk0/s1600-h/renee+mom+bunny.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlSkbILI/AAAAAAAAANI/lsaxr8bPlk0/s200/renee+mom+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159191772653101234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlSkbIMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D3zm3_AlADw/s1600-h/so+cute.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlSkbIMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D3zm3_AlADw/s200/so+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159191772653101250" border="0" /></a><br />here renee is on christmas day with a sweet little bunny her aunt betsy gave her<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlikbINI/AAAAAAAAANY/dbrX0yFncRE/s1600-h/terrell.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlikbINI/AAAAAAAAANY/dbrX0yFncRE/s200/terrell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159191776948068562" border="0" /></a><br />here Renee is partying (again!) this is her Aunt Terrell holding her at her Aunt Sarah's party<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlCkbIKI/AAAAAAAAANA/gWNuyU3XBPo/s1600-h/renee+kitty+cat+pajamas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khlCkbIKI/AAAAAAAAANA/gWNuyU3XBPo/s200/renee+kitty+cat+pajamas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159191768358133922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khkykbIJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VLUM9EdFvFs/s1600-h/renee+jumper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R5khkykbIJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VLUM9EdFvFs/s200/renee+jumper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159191764063166610" border="0" /></a><br />and here she is donning some of her beautiful christmas presents! She has a better wardrobe than her parents!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-8566193592312011393?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-54957461934875228192008-01-16T23:04:00.000Z2008-01-16T23:33:17.986Z<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">she's baaaack! She survived the havoc of the holiday season and even managed to squeeze in a wedding in paradise.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P-JYjXyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UxhjH-aQsk4/s320/renee+floatie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156216921219358498" style="border-width: 0px; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P75YjXvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oW5Q3VCyxyw/s320/charles+uke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156216882564652786" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);">renee is napping in the little tent.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46Tn5YjX0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TnaUnjjVAoo/s1600-h/renee+tent+awake.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46Tn5YjX0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TnaUnjjVAoo/s320/renee+tent+awake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156220937013780290" border="0" /></a><br />here she has awoken and is ready for her lunch of tropical fruit and french fries, yum!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P75YjXwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/__vqaJQO3m4/s1600-h/gpas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P75YjXwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/__vqaJQO3m4/s320/gpas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156216882564652802" border="0" /></a><br />she got lots of love from the grand folks<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P8JYjXxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1awxQyxHHuo/s1600-h/renee+eat+dress.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P8JYjXxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1awxQyxHHuo/s320/renee+eat+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156216886859620114" border="0" /></a><br />she got a little bit wild at times, i think it was all the rum punch!<br />well, that and the jenny cakes.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but, this is the look she gives when you try to rein her in.<br />she's not havin' it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P-pYjXzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nSOddkW23k0/s1600-h/renee+serious.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R46P-pYjXzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nSOddkW23k0/s320/renee+serious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156216929809293106" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5495746193487522819?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-41094245976370172532007-12-09T19:54:00.000Z2007-12-09T22:11:54.226Z<div style="text-align: center;">Okay, this is not a baby post, but I couldn't resist. <a href="http://jmilblog.blogspot.com/">Jen</a> will like this one, if she hasn't seen it yet. It's not kitty torture, it's for kitty charity, it's <a href="http://www.kittywigs.com/">KITTY WIGS!</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R1xI1G0XDhI/AAAAAAAAALo/gh9aUp6pznU/s1600-h/chickenpinkfull.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R1xI1G0XDhI/AAAAAAAAALo/gh9aUp6pznU/s320/chickenpinkfull.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142064951750757906" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, if you haven't thought of what to get that special kitty in your life, now you know.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />Happy Christmas!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ooh wait!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />this just in!! there are going to be chihuahua wigs too! mom H. (aka gigi) won't be disappointed!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R1xnX20XDiI/AAAAAAAAALw/kxggZAR5uoY/s1600-h/chi-wig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R1xnX20XDiI/AAAAAAAAALw/kxggZAR5uoY/s320/chi-wig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142098534100045346" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yo quiero cabello rizado.<br />Yo quiero taco hell también.<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4109424597637017253?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-48000707631465980372007-12-05T12:06:00.000Z2007-12-05T17:38:25.185ZOK we live in Bizzarrro world. There we are having a nice domestic evening in the terraced house, Momma, baby and me. When all the sudden a loud BANG BOOM CLANG is heard outside the door. What is it? We all ran to the door and I lifted the sash to see and we were met with this spectacle...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140485513477283554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R1asVsva3uI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PsV5c7eHg58/s320/IMG_3051.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>It seems it was time for another Pagan ritual to be played out on our street. I love this country! But Renee was scared! I got out my Faerie gun and fired a few rounds but no one was hurt.</p><p>Then she calmed down and settled in for a good read.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140493227238547186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R1azWsva3vI/AAAAAAAAAUw/PCDJ_T3ZvB4/s320/IMG_3063.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center">"I'm reading! Pictures Later" she demanded! </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140532513304403714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/R1bXFcva3wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0QNfE12oUrU/s320/IMG_3067.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Then her vanity caught up with her, "OK, but just one picture! Ha ha ha, <em>one</em> I said!"</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4800070763146598037?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-4296309788156204322007-11-30T08:51:00.000Z2007-11-30T13:36:29.539ZOk it's me again back for more breaking news. Dateline England: Baby says "Dada." Yes, her first word is "dada" Which obviously means she's aware of the art movement of the same name.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7dd07b60e2060143" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dd07b60e2060143%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85FE48963D96F6C79107C4DB918F7987BA5B0FE1.5F162BCCAFFE96CC5C560D5A813C295C493B7B28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dd07b60e2060143%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7soS0dwSo0rV9Nw4yRRz1sdsKC8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dd07b60e2060143%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85FE48963D96F6C79107C4DB918F7987BA5B0FE1.5F162BCCAFFE96CC5C560D5A813C295C493B7B28%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dd07b60e2060143%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7soS0dwSo0rV9Nw4yRRz1sdsKC8&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><br />And more evidence...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e207b7b5c25c0f40" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De207b7b5c25c0f40%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3126708E6D3C38836D082063F48224CE91333908.36B7679C76B9B2F4CEF0F4DAA786629B5CD1689B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De207b7b5c25c0f40%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ-R6PYJL7qV2BMPm4hewHejZ6-E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De207b7b5c25c0f40%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3126708E6D3C38836D082063F48224CE91333908.36B7679C76B9B2F4CEF0F4DAA786629B5CD1689B%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De207b7b5c25c0f40%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ-R6PYJL7qV2BMPm4hewHejZ6-E&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /></div><br />Notice she says "uh huh" at the end.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Next word we are teaching her, "</span><span style=""><span style="font-size:100%;">antidisestablishment" or "mama."<br /><br />Back to you Shannon...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-429630978815620432?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-43290256929499828612007-11-23T21:59:00.000Z2007-11-23T22:12:15.410Z<div style="text-align: center;">It's getting cold around here...brrrr! So we had to bundle Renee up in a little snowsuit to go for a walk today. She reminds me of the boy on A Christmas Story when his mom bundles him up so much he can barely move.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOzx5lUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/THTYJ0lW40s/s1600-h/snowsuit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOzx5lUoI/AAAAAAAAALg/THTYJ0lW40s/s320/snowsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136160551514493570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOoR5lUjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WOgRT4u5RaQ/s1600-h/snowsuit_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOoR5lUjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WOgRT4u5RaQ/s320/snowsuit_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136160353945997874" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOoh5lUkI/AAAAAAAAALA/HUiI_1FAP8g/s1600-h/snowsuit_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOoh5lUkI/AAAAAAAAALA/HUiI_1FAP8g/s320/snowsuit_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136160358240965186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOpB5lUlI/AAAAAAAAALI/wBy4ezEWBVo/s1600-h/snowsuit_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOpB5lUlI/AAAAAAAAALI/wBy4ezEWBVo/s320/snowsuit_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136160366830899794" border="0" /></a><br />look at those little teefers! She is so cute you have to kiss her!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOph5lUmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LSW85xaxDt0/s1600-h/snowsuit_4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOph5lUmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LSW85xaxDt0/s320/snowsuit_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136160375420834402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOpx5lUnI/AAAAAAAAALY/VNxlytMJfaU/s1600-h/snowsuit_5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0dOpx5lUnI/AAAAAAAAALY/VNxlytMJfaU/s320/snowsuit_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136160379715801714" border="0" /></a><br />let's go!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4329025692949982861?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-87477392574268345492007-11-18T23:10:00.000Z2007-11-18T23:19:48.268Z<div style="text-align: center;">learning to sit up!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0DHc5lLemI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qlxmjbMjDwI/s1600-h/sit+up.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0DHc5lLemI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qlxmjbMjDwI/s320/sit+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134322874509392482" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0DHcplLelI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-eES1wl5eVo/s1600-h/sit+up_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/R0DHcplLelI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-eES1wl5eVo/s320/sit+up_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134322870214425170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />she still falls over a bit like a drunken soldier, so we have to surround her with pillows.<br />she sends kisses to everyone!<br />Happy Thanksgiving.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-8747739257426834549?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-41201980125963971352007-11-12T11:36:00.000Z2007-11-13T21:22:08.146ZFinally, I have picked up the baton and started posting entries to this blog! Shannon is such a fine writer and I am often too busy downloading Cops for her TV habit.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoTuHuUonI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dwEIP6jNzDA/s1600-h/Cops+s16e03.avi_000000900.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoTuHuUonI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dwEIP6jNzDA/s320/Cops+s16e03.avi_000000900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132436408410350194" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhKinuUofI/AAAAAAAAASg/_5rIG9txdOY/s1600-h/cops.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhKinuUofI/AAAAAAAAASg/_5rIG9txdOY/s320/cops.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131933734027960818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OK, you want new pictures of Renee? Well I've got 'em! I just sterilized some bottles and she is off for a little nap so I can now post these for you:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoUG3uUooI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IuJBhqSBAqo/s1600-h/IMG_2949s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoUG3uUooI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IuJBhqSBAqo/s320/IMG_2949s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132436833612112514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I got two toofus!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoUc3uUopI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EaGnH30R4vE/s1600-h/IMG_2977s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoUc3uUopI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EaGnH30R4vE/s320/IMG_2977s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132437211569234578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me, Mommy and my new monkey.<br /><br />I love my Mommy but I love my monkey too.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhRHXuUolI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8Cd6_wCBGnE/s1600-h/IMG_2966s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhRHXuUolI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8Cd6_wCBGnE/s320/IMG_2966s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131940962457920082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhRGXuUoiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cA61jGFULeU/s1600-h/IMG_2967s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhRGXuUoiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cA61jGFULeU/s320/IMG_2967s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131940945278050850" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoU9nuUoqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1hwBoXhcAqs/s1600-h/IMG_2966s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoU9nuUoqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1hwBoXhcAqs/s320/IMG_2966s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132437774209950370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhRHHuUokI/AAAAAAAAATI/z343omKqmEo/s1600-h/IMG_2953s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzhRHHuUokI/AAAAAAAAATI/z343omKqmEo/s320/IMG_2953s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131940958162952770" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoU-HuUorI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AC4ql8T5zBI/s1600-h/IMG_2967s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoU-HuUorI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AC4ql8T5zBI/s320/IMG_2967s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132437782799884978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoVYHuUosI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jv39hAl-llw/s1600-h/IMG_2953s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cVX_POUDp7A/RzoVYHuUosI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jv39hAl-llw/s320/IMG_2953s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132438229476483778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dad, put down the camera and let's go for a walk already.<br /></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4120198012596397135?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cellisnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-33687915305448934472007-11-06T13:52:00.000Z2007-11-06T13:54:56.792Zboys and girls,<br /><br />i have gone from the expansive space-time of maternity leave head first into the compressed time-space of writing a dissertation and applying for jobs. For updates you will have to appeal to mr. mom whose email is (his first name) @cellis.net<br /><br />We still love you lots and lots and lots.<br /><br />Shan, Renee &amp; Charles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3368791530544893447?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-43606585339067995252007-10-16T20:35:00.000+01:002007-10-16T22:45:10.916+01:00babies, babies, babies, what did I do before baby? Well, I am about to find out as I am really, really going back go work now. I know I have been talking about it for awhile, I am slow to adjust. I did, in fact, go yesterday, and today, and I will go again tomorrow. Now that I am the one going to work and Charles is the one staying home with Renee I feel a tinge of guilt mixed with a bit of jealousy. Yuck. I wonder...Will she love me less? Will Charles become her most favorite? These are my secret worries. It's a cliché, a boring, meaningless cliché, until you are living the cliché: they grow up so fast, little babies, but don't take my word for it I'll give you some photographic evidence.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUZteHte7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YWXRRvBIovQ/s1600-h/reneengg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUZteHte7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YWXRRvBIovQ/s320/reneengg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122028420174019506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6OHtfBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EP_iAVnEefA/s1600-h/growing+up_6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6OHtfBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EP_iAVnEefA/s320/growing+up_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122046231403396114" border="0" /></a><br />2 weeks, little tiny-------------------------- 23 weeks, little piglet<br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUX_uHte6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/K4XCtJuPZiE/s1600-h/renee.early.1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUX_uHte6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/K4XCtJuPZiE/s320/renee.early.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122026534683376546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUoGOHte9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zuNN7-XZXps/s1600-h/growing+up_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUoGOHte9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zuNN7-XZXps/s320/growing+up_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122044238538570706" border="0" /></a><br />2-3 weeks, skinny n' grouchy---------- 23 weeks, fat n' happy<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUoGOHte8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ad84VU25O-c/s1600-h/growing+up_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUoGOHte8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ad84VU25O-c/s320/growing+up_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122044238538570690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUqPOHtfGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6ZRdkNuAR0g/s1600-h/growing+up.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUqPOHtfGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6ZRdkNuAR0g/s320/growing+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122046592180649058" border="0" /></a><br />and she has teeth, two of them, now, can u c them??...she can bite<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUs0OHtfHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1jlwtDWrQrY/s1600-h/eating.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUs0OHtfHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1jlwtDWrQrY/s320/eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122049426859064434" border="0" /></a><br />and with teeth she can eat, which is something she loves to do...bananas, baby rice, carrots, sweet potato, yum.yum. (yes, our house is messy, don't notice this)<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUoGeHte-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/hvLIP4XWMEY/s1600-h/growing+up_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUoGeHte-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/hvLIP4XWMEY/s320/growing+up_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122044242833538018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6OHtfCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/et_syaRNKcI/s1600-h/growing+up_8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6OHtfCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/et_syaRNKcI/s320/growing+up_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122046231403396130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6eHtfDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CGF-JoeTY3g/s1600-h/growing+up_9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6eHtfDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CGF-JoeTY3g/s320/growing+up_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122046235698363442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6uHtfEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2kMUqafxsew/s1600-h/growing+up_10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6uHtfEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2kMUqafxsew/s320/growing+up_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122046239993330754" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6uHtfFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/deJ4q8p5uio/s1600-h/growing+up_11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 342px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RxUp6uHtfFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/deJ4q8p5uio/s320/growing+up_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122046239993330770" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4360658533906799525?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-48049106378522490902007-10-09T13:30:00.001+01:002007-10-09T15:54:37.054+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Knitting on a diet<br /><br /></div>Before<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt0uuHte1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/VegwMHND39I/s1600-h/knitbag.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt0uuHte1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/VegwMHND39I/s320/knitbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119313747439876946" border="0" /></a><br />(I didn't feel like having my picture taken.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This is actually my latest knitting project and I think it's given me arthritis. I had a huge stash of mohair and wool yarn. Some yarn I "inherited" from other people's abandoned knitting projects (mom), other yarn I picked up in thrift stores cheap. Thrift store yarn is great with a few caveats: it's often difficult to find a knitting project to fit the hodge podge of yarn you find. It's much easier to find yarn to fit a knitting project. Of course, you can always knit scarves and hats, but this was a lot of super fuzzy mohair which I though would be too itchy for a garment. The second downside to thrift store yarn is it tends to smell a bit musty (eww). I didn't realize this when I bought it, I was just excited about getting high quality yarn for cheap. Knitting can be a surprisingly expensive hobby. I usually go for the natural, animal fibers, and technically you're not supposed to wash them. So, I knitted this GIANT bag with all the various bits and bobs of yarn I had and felted it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Voila!--AFTER<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt3r-Hte2I/AAAAAAAAAII/nx3NioARTAg/s1600-h/knitbag_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt3r-Hte2I/AAAAAAAAAII/nx3NioARTAg/s320/knitbag_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119316998730120034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This is what happens when you wash wool, mohair, alpaca, silk, etc. I actually intended this bag to be more the size of a shoulder bag and I could probably run it through the wash again, but I kind of like it as an anemone shaped basket for around the house. It is also a bit heavier than I expected. Washing the yarn causes it to compact and become very dense. I also like the painterly effect it has on the colors. So, since the project was too big and wobbly to be a handbag it has become a toy basket:<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt3r-Hte3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PSFgDO4PED4/s1600-h/knitbag_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt3r-Hte3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PSFgDO4PED4/s320/knitbag_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119316998730120050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It would probably look extra cool with wooden blocks in it (if I do say so myself) but Renee is not to that stage yet. Speaking of my little angel, here she is : )<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt49OHte4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/B3QTrMruYF4/s1600-h/angel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rwt49OHte4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/B3QTrMruYF4/s320/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119318394594491266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">She's in some of her new clothes sent special delivery from her grandmommy (aka Gigi) in the United States. Thanks Gigi! Renee also received some beautiful clothes from Carolyn &amp; Tommy, a gorgeous pair of corduroy overalls from her Auntie Sarah, and some adorable cowgirl boots from Uncle Rob and Auntie Laura Beth. Thanks everyone! Charles promises to send proper Thank You cards complete with photos!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4804910637852249090?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-75318002850499443232007-10-03T18:42:00.000+01:002007-10-03T18:56:05.838+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d04bd18ffddb4c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d04bd18ffddb4c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D782A200B995BA85F7F09663746CF15D15D34EF5.2422EFBE8CB3C3D48EF8BE46785A1B03B863FDCB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd04bd18ffddb4c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDE7gzQ9JwJS6F1Z1_1Pe1GQXLco&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d04bd18ffddb4c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332437556%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D782A200B995BA85F7F09663746CF15D15D34EF5.2422EFBE8CB3C3D48EF8BE46785A1B03B863FDCB%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd04bd18ffddb4c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDE7gzQ9JwJS6F1Z1_1Pe1GQXLco&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br />Not a good angle for the mom but a cute babe.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7531800285049944323?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-68813755421121281712007-09-27T09:03:00.000+01:002007-09-27T10:04:59.225+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtlkOHtevI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ANd1HSf8UsI/s1600-h/mrmom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtlkOHtevI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ANd1HSf8UsI/s320/mrmom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114793474749463282" border="0" /></a><br />After what has seemed like <span style="font-style: italic;">years </span>of deliberation, we have decided that Charles will become a stay at home dad, at least for the time being. He will join the ranks of Michael Douglas, and..., and...., surely there must be others?? After doing a bit of research I found that there are other stay at home dads and, apparently, they really hate being called Mr. Mom. There are web support groups like: www.rebeldad.com and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stayathomedad</span>.org<br /><br />So far, all the people that I have told this news to have said, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Oooohh</span>," in an alarmed tone, "does he realize how <span style="font-style: italic;">hard </span>that will be???" So many people have said this that I have begun to doubt our decision. Then I think: wait a minute, aren't they referring to the same job that I have been doing for the past five months? Wouldn't I know how hard it would be? Or do these people have some secret knowledge they aren't sharing with me? Do people issue the same warnings to moms that are considering being stay at home moms? Or, are they concerned because Charles is a man, i.e., a MR. MOM!?! Poor Mr. Mom gets sucked into the cheesy drama of soap operas, is inept in every way, and nearly has an affair. Hopefully, Charles won't suffer the same fate, although he did manage to sit on my peanut butter toast this morning.<br /><br />He assures me he won't have an identity crisis and I annoy him by giving way too many instructions on this or that baby thing. I have spent nearly every minute with Renee since she was born. I am going to have to adjust to letting go, letting someone else take the reins. I am glad it will be Charles because letting go is a bit more difficult than I imagined. I think she is very lucky to have a daddy like Charles and we are both very lucky to have baby Renee. Besides, they're only babies for a very short time. Before we know it, Renee will ask us not to kiss her when we drop her off for school, she'll want to dress herself and basically, have nothing to do with us, which will mean we've done our job. In the meantime, I think we'll ignore the naysayers and get on with doing things our way. To the Mr. Mom's around the globe: UNITE! to change the stereotype.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtvS-HtewI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NSUWIOcuY2E/s1600-h/daddycute.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtvS-HtewI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NSUWIOcuY2E/s320/daddycute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114804173512997634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtvTOHtexI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wqTQM0b4VIE/s1600-h/daddykisssmall.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtvTOHtexI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wqTQM0b4VIE/s320/daddykisssmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114804177807964946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtvTOHteyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/F4EAUg3vfDo/s1600-h/renee+close.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RvtvTOHteyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/F4EAUg3vfDo/s320/renee+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114804177807964962" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">how can you resist?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6881375542112128171?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-68444890430138208832007-09-16T10:24:00.000+01:002007-09-16T22:10:15.863+01:00It's week 19 folks. Renee is 26 inches long / tall. That means she's grown nearly 6 inches since she was born. That's more than an inch a month! This week has been a pretty good week. I am trying to figure out how to get back to work so I've been interviewing 'childminders'. Well, I interviewed one and then changed my mind about the whole thing and Charles contemplated quitting his job again.<br /><br />Renee's started reading books...hee hee<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz3piUeSPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8GVpu3e5L5Y/s1600-h/week19_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz3piUeSPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8GVpu3e5L5Y/s320/week19_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110731970118043890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz3pyUeSQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vfQRv-nHTkA/s1600-h/week19_4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz3pyUeSQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vfQRv-nHTkA/s320/week19_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110731974413011202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Doesn't she just look so smart? I think she'll move from this text onto something equally as challenging. Maybe something by Dostoevsky? : )<br /><br />I am afraid her balding patches have ruined her chances for a baby modeling career : ) She needs too much beauty sleep to make enough smiles for the paparazzi anyway. So, it's probably for the best.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz4hyUeSRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8LEFBAw2BQA/s1600-h/week19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz4hyUeSRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8LEFBAw2BQA/s320/week19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110732936485685522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Poor thing. I think you could stick some little dots (for eyes) in the bald spot and it would look like a man with a moustache, like Charlie Chaplin, but Charles wouldn't let me do that. He doesn't seem to think it's such a funny idea. I guess he hasn't been on maternity leave for the past 5 months and so is not as easily amused.<br /><br />Also, we had a little outing this weekend. We all went to Willen Lake which is where Charles and I lived when we first moved to England. We thought it would be nice to have pictures of Renee there so when she's older we can show her where she lived when she was born.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz6iyUeSSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bGgmJFwvTiw/s1600-h/week19_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz6iyUeSSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bGgmJFwvTiw/s320/week19_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110735152688810274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are at the Peace Pagoda near the Buddhist Temple.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz6jCUeSTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UujNW8AB430/s1600-h/week19_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz6jCUeSTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UujNW8AB430/s320/week19_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110735156983777586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And here we are with the lake in the background. It was such a beautiful day and Renee was an angel. She let mommy &amp; daddy hang out at the pub by the lake and have a Guinness. See how big she's getting? Giant, giant baby. Mommy needs to figure out how to hold her more pretty-like for pictures.<br /><br />Finally, this week we attended (via webcam) the FIRST BIRTHDAY party of the illustrious Benjamin, Renee's baby cousin. The webcam business was a major pain in the a*@ and gave me a headache but it was worth it to see such a cutie-pie. We didn't get to see Ben open all his presents but we did get kisses and hugs and lots of love. I can't wait to see pics of Ben with his face in his birthday cake. BTW...how did the UK v. UofL game turn out?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz8SyUeSUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eqJaedrw51w/s1600-h/benleiah_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Ruz8SyUeSUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eqJaedrw51w/s320/benleiah_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110737076834158914" border="0" /></a><br />sweet Ben and his pretty mommy...so much sweetness makes me cry.<br /><br />****HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENJAMIN!****<br /><br /><br />one last thing...i took this goofy online quiz to tell me what breed of dog i am. turns out, i'm a scottish terrier and charles is a saint bernard...hmmm<br /><br /> <a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/dog/index.jsp?testname=dogogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"><img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/dog/images/scott_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /></a><br/><br/> <br /> You're a Scottish Terrier!<br/><br/> <br /> <a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/dog/index.jsp?testname=dogogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank">What Breed of Dog Are You?</a><br/><br /> Brought to you by <a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank">Tickle</a><br /><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExODk5NzY4MjU4MjUmcHQ9MTE4OTk3NjgzODcyNyZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /><br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6844489043013820883?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-70298160479202308972007-09-10T09:30:00.000+01:002007-09-16T11:07:07.467+01:00Someone has stolen my baby and put a screechie monster in her place. These days Renee's favorite things are screeching and sucking her thumb. The sucking her thumb part is endearing and sweet, the screeching thing is...hopefully, a quickly passing phase. It's difficult for me to understand her as the screeching is usually just her playing although it also sounds very close to a cry, complaint or demand. We took Renee to a barbecue where there were other toddlers running around and she must have learned the screeching there because it started the next day and hasn't stopped. I like to think that it's her way of singing. I still prefer the cute cooing baby noises she used to make but she much prefers the screeching.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">cute thumb sucking<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RuUD3oEATOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lSiSIkDNN8Q/s1600-h/thumb+sucking.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RuUD3oEATOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lSiSIkDNN8Q/s320/thumb+sucking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108493606503599330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RuUD3oEATNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TcvNxZhn64c/s1600-h/thumb+sucking_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RuUD3oEATNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TcvNxZhn64c/s320/thumb+sucking_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108493606503599314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />scary screeching<br /><object height="350" width="425"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/emWfy5tRdm8"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/emWfy5tRdm8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed> </object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7029816047920230897?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-73206347785491089052007-08-26T21:50:00.000+01:002007-08-27T12:01:32.037+01:00We have a long weekend this weekend and we've been lucky enough to have beautiful weather as well. So we have been getting out of the HOUSE!!! Renee has been staying up late. Mind you, late for her is 8pm but it's wild & crazy stuff for us. I have even felt guilty about it ?!? With all this time on our hands we've been able to play a bit more so here are a couple of videos of the poor, tortured baby.<br /><br />Oh, and now that she's found her fingers she can't keep them out of her mouth : )<br /><br />Oh, and the baby didn't wake me up last night but Charles did crying out "BEGONIAS" really loudly in his sleep. Then he said, "begonias, begonias, begonias, begonias" quietly a few times, rolled over and was quiet. I don't think he even knows what a begonia is.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JirOsWQOxLg"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JirOsWQOxLg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed> </object><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_GRkwbZOw8"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_GRkwbZOw8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7320634778549108905?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-34674225921043110862007-08-25T13:18:00.000+01:002007-08-25T16:08:12.204+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">any relation?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RtAkdIEATJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TBJewLMAwNo/s1600-h/wavehead2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 227px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RtAkdIEATJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TBJewLMAwNo/s320/wavehead2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102618460609858706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RtAmY4EATMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NVQerWUZWwQ/s1600-h/mohican.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 221px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RtAmY4EATMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NVQerWUZWwQ/s320/mohican.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102620586618670274" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>No. We do not style her hair. It just does this on its own. People comment on her hair whenever we go out which isn't often because her perfectionist mommy doesn't want to mess up little Renee's routine. This little mohican has started rolling over again. She stopped for a long time. It must be hard to keep up your strength when you keep putting on weight. She rolled over this morning from her tummy to her back. If you don't have babies, and even if you do, this may seem boring but this is big, exciting stuff for us. Remember, we don't get out much, this is what we do: wake baby, feed baby, baby talk, change baby, play with baby, put baby to sleep: repeat. repeat. repeat. I never knew it could be so much fun. Must be the hormones messing with my head but...me want more babies.<br /><br />Charles informed me that when he was a boy he thought that women became pregnant as they matured; like an apple grows on an apple tree. He thought that when a woman started to 'ripen' she then found a husband since she would need some help with a baby. Fortunately, that's not the way it works. Can you imagine? Its amazing the stories kids will concoct to to help themselves understand the mysteries of the world.<br /><br />He also told me that when he was a boy they had a woman that helped out with the cooking in their house. But, she had a swollen belly, said she was ill or something and so Charles refused to eat anything she cooked. Apparently his mom would try to pretend that she cooked the food so he would eat it but she wasn't fooling him--oh no. He wasn't taking any chances. I guess his thought process went something like this: food goes in your belly, that lady's belly is freakishly swollen, if I eat the food she makes my belly will end up like that too, so no way. At the time, it didn't occur to anyone that the lady cook might be pregnant. It wasn't until years later he worked this out for himself. Maybe this is why he's so weird, I mean cute.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RtAkdIEATKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JtryuDdzNlI/s1600-h/tummy+4mths_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RtAkdIEATKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JtryuDdzNlI/s320/tummy+4mths_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102618460609858722" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3467422592104311086?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-50381210368296474182007-08-23T23:41:00.000+01:002007-08-23T23:56:13.195+01:00<embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6314776182640623652&hl=en" flashvars=""></embed> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">august 17, 2007</span><br /></div><br />Renee has found her hands. I am not sure what she's doing with her legs though. She sometimes does that when she's trying to go to sleep as well. She's growing up so fast. Soon she'll be eating food, wow! That should make for some good videos. I read somewhere that if an adult person weighing 150lbs gained as much weight as a baby does at the end of one year that adult would be 450lbs! Bring on the mac n cheese baby.<br /><br />Mommy-shan is thinking about getting back to work so blogging and knitting will probably slow down a bit unless Daddy picks it up, kinda doubt it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5038121036829647418?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-10199854034530660212007-08-15T12:51:00.000+01:002007-08-15T12:53:55.472+01:00I asked Renee to perform something special for all of you but I am afraid this is all she's up to these days which is just fine with me. A bit of cute jabbering in the bath. Enjoy!<br /><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2378349243530941429&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1019985403453066021?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-83305527815095185692007-08-11T19:45:00.000+01:002007-08-11T19:47:54.182+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">need i say more?</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rr4EKClG8jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/x7Isdu3YYCQ/s1600-h/sunglasses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rr4EKClG8jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/x7Isdu3YYCQ/s400/sunglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097516398767698482" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-8330552781509518569?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-90555107150855434692007-08-09T17:43:00.000+01:002007-08-09T20:07:50.652+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">A sling, a train, two taxis, another train, a bus, some oaths and $300 later Renee is a documented US citizen. I wanted to take a picture of her on her journey to becoming documented but the rules about visiting the embassy are very, very strict as you can imagine. You are not allowed to bring mobile phones so we thought we might be risking it bring a camera. During this process, we had to state Renee's eye color, hair color and 'height'. This is so funny to me as these 'facts' about Renee will change so quickly. Hopefully, they don't hold her to having blue eyes, brown hair and being 22 inches tall.<br /><br />Apparently, Renee's citizenship was transferred to her by us, by being born to Charles and I, and we just had to register her birth. We did learn, however, that there is some debate as to whether children born on foreign soil are eligible to run for president. So, dear Renee, I hope you dream about other things then being President of the United States since your parents may have goofed that up for you. I, personally, would not wish for her to become President as it doesn't seem like a very nice life and I don't think I want to be the mommy of the President, it would be too hard and, well, yucky. That's my professional opinion on that: being president = yucky life. Its not necessarily anything specific about being president that makes it yucky. Any job that brings fame, notoriety and such intense scrutiny would be yucky, to say the least. Putting it that way then, dear Renee, your parents may have spared you the path to supreme <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yuckiness</span>. Happy U.S. citizen day! By the way, she is now nearly 14lbs! What a big girl!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We love you,<br /><br />mom & dad<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Renee--looking Presidential and giving her first speech: "blah, blah, blah, blah blah."<br /> Sounds presidential enough to me. She has my vote.</span><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrtMtilG8hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K-kJZ1BADCo/s1600-h/president.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrtMtilG8hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K-kJZ1BADCo/s320/president.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096751748560122386" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrtMtilG8gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KJAM4qeq0ag/s1600-h/CharlesBaby031.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrtMtilG8gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KJAM4qeq0ag/s320/CharlesBaby031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096751748560122370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrtMtylG8iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6udYtxqbOeU/s1600-h/shanbaby.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrtMtylG8iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6udYtxqbOeU/s320/shanbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096751752855089698" border="0" /> </a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">baby Charles and baby Shannon</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-9055510715085543469?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-7359722356268970962007-08-01T11:39:00.000+01:002007-08-02T08:57:41.053+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrBjpSlG8aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HvWCifpjreM/s1600-h/blake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrBjpSlG8aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HvWCifpjreM/s320/blake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093680739569299874" border="0" /></a><br />Renee's cute cousin Blake came all the way from Kentucky for a visit. All the girls in our local grocery story flirted with him. He traveled to London on the Queen Mary II cruise ship. How cool is that? Then he traveled to Amsterdam, Prague, Berlin, Vienna, Paris and then back to England to see us. We made another big trip to the shopping mall of all places. That's where we take guests that come to visit us because we are sooo exciting. Before we went home, I fed Renee and was burping her over my shoulder. She had a good view of her cousin Blake and I guess he looked funny to her because she had her first laughing fit! It was so cute. I wish I had it on tape. She would laugh so we would all laugh and then she would laugh some more. This went on for a good couple of minutes. It was a very warm and fuzzy moment. Something about Blake was very amusing...must be his charm.<br /><br />Blake and Charles are going to Stonehenge today, Renee's not really interested in Stonehenge, she prefers staying home with mommy knitting hats : ) She turns 12 weeks old today, that's 3 months. What a big girl!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrGMHClG8eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wW-EP66td_g/s1600-h/queenmary2_lg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrGMHClG8eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wW-EP66td_g/s320/queenmary2_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094006706112229858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrGL4ylG8cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t__LWXXiIw4/s1600-h/qm2balcb3-b5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrGL4ylG8cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t__LWXXiIw4/s200/qm2balcb3-b5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094006461299093954" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrGL4ylG8dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Zz9U5XplJ4/s1600-h/qm2goldenlionpub.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RrGL4ylG8dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Zz9U5XplJ4/s200/qm2goldenlionpub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094006461299093970" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Here's some pics of the Queen Mary II. It looks very posh. Charles and I should think about traveling back home in this kind of luxurious style rather than in a cramped, yucky, smelly airplane.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-735972235626897096?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-69863800984246048682007-07-31T16:24:00.000+01:002007-07-31T16:44:05.782+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Another new hat for when Renee's feeling 'Peruvian', which is often.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9UnylG8UI/AAAAAAAAADo/KKrhZwNtyOc/s1600-h/peruvian+hat.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9UnylG8UI/AAAAAAAAADo/KKrhZwNtyOc/s320/peruvian+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093382746148368706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U5ylG8VI/AAAAAAAAADw/HW2VDEosVX0/s1600-h/peruvian+hat_1.jpg"> </a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U6ClG8WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n5LNz-F0_0E/s1600-h/peruvian+hat_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U6ClG8WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n5LNz-F0_0E/s320/peruvian+hat_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093383059680981346" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U6SlG8YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7eFkNsGXD_w/s1600-h/peruvian+hat_4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U6SlG8YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7eFkNsGXD_w/s320/peruvian+hat_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093383063975948674" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U6ClG8XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9fMH2l2Okc/s1600-h/peruvian+hat_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rq9U6ClG8XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C9fMH2l2Okc/s320/peruvian+hat_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093383059680981362" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Strike a pose! She's a good model isn't she? Must make more hats. Must make more hats. It is, after all, the only time I get to put her in almost anything without her protesting: funny hats, cute bunny outfits, whatever--Now's the time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6986380098424604868?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-18233179777232357152007-07-28T11:33:00.001+01:002007-07-31T16:38:42.119+01:00I asked Charles to watch Renee so I could go to the grocery store and buy 'nappies' (that's what they call diapers here). This is how I found them. I think Renee's on to him.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rqsbg55K1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZvxMUBNiz7Q/s1600-h/babysit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rqsbg55K1hI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZvxMUBNiz7Q/s400/babysit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092194055782848018" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-1823317977723235715?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-35398706823686856502007-07-28T11:21:00.000+01:002007-07-28T11:31:23.351+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rqsagp5K1gI/AAAAAAAAADY/Zwh0f-yyz5k/s1600-h/knithat1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rqsagp5K1gI/AAAAAAAAADY/Zwh0f-yyz5k/s320/knithat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092192951976252930" border="0" /></a><br />I knitted Renee a hat from the Stitch n' Bitch book. It's the umbilical cord hat. I think she likes it. Of course, she has to love it since her mommy knitted it special for her. I think the orange and red background of her chair affects its appearance but Renee didn't want to get up : )<br /><br />I had one of those life-slapping moments while I was knitting this hat though. A life-slapping moment is when you stop for a moment and say---'how did I get here? not sure if this is good or bad...' Now, this moment had little to do with Renee. I blame Charles because its his fault I found myself with my bum on the couch, eating fudge and knitting. AHHHHH! If that's not a recipe for disaster, I don't know what is. And he's the one that bought the fudge and I don't even like fudge, its not that good really. Without the fudge I wouldn't have had an unpleasant moment where my life flashed before me and starred a really fat bum. What else are you gonna get if you spend your days knitting and eating fudge?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3539870682368685650?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-57102254385875877472007-07-27T15:43:00.000+01:002007-07-27T16:01:31.313+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoHq55K1cI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2md_jqXGmD8/s1600-h/renee+bumbo_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoHq55K1cI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2md_jqXGmD8/s320/renee+bumbo_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091890762372273602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That's what they say here when someone's being 'cheeky' which I suppose is equivalent to ornery (pronounced 'awnry'). I like it because I think babies are like little monkeys. Here, in England, they also often refer affectionately to babies as "chicken" as in, "allright chicken, I'll be right there." Or, "how's my little chicken?" Lil' chicken, cheeky monkey, whatever you call 'em they're cute.<br /><br />I forget how little Renee is still until I try to put her into some toy intended for bigger babies such as her door bouncer or her new bumbo seat. The door bouncer just swallowed the poor little thing. And here she is in her baby bumbo trying to control her little baby head. I dunno why I put her in these things, I don't want my little monkey to grow up any faster.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">cute outfit courtesy of Gigi : )</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">baby travolta</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1XI/AAAAAAAAACM/5sB-mMqo5vE/s1600-h/renee+bumbo_1.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1XI/AAAAAAAAACM/5sB-mMqo5vE/s1600-h/renee+bumbo_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 153px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1XI/AAAAAAAAACM/5sB-mMqo5vE/s200/renee+bumbo_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091889512536790386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1YI/AAAAAAAAACU/O5dvfp9MsbA/s1600-h/renee+bumbo_2.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiZ5K1aI/AAAAAAAAACk/lhhWtUsZsN0/s1600-h/renee+bumbo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 153px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiZ5K1aI/AAAAAAAAACk/lhhWtUsZsN0/s200/renee+bumbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091889516831757730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1YI/AAAAAAAAACU/O5dvfp9MsbA/s1600-h/renee+bumbo_2.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1YI/AAAAAAAAACU/O5dvfp9MsbA/s1600-h/renee+bumbo_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqoGiJ5K1YI/AAAAAAAAACU/O5dvfp9MsbA/s200/renee+bumbo_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091889512536790402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5710225438587587747?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-78915992786984507942007-07-26T07:59:00.000+01:002007-07-26T08:11:05.629+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqhG4J5K1VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/keM7POoF_EA/s1600-h/ceiling+lt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqhG4J5K1VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/keM7POoF_EA/s200/ceiling+lt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091397309284668754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />This is Renee's friend, our ceiling light. She loves it. She smiles at it, laughs at it, really engages with it. It, being a ceiling light, doesn't really respond but that doesn't keep her from loving it. It makes it kinda hard for me to feel special if she laughs and smiles at me because, well, she does the same thing to the ceiling light.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqhIHZ5K1WI/AAAAAAAAACE/l6t2kpOhgGI/s1600-h/renee10wks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqhIHZ5K1WI/AAAAAAAAACE/l6t2kpOhgGI/s200/renee10wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091398670789301602" border="0" /></a><br />I'll also throw a picture of Renee in because I think she's way cuter than the ceiling light. She's eleven weeks old today. That's almost 3 months! Happy birthweekday, Renee!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-7891599278698450794?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-42107283615960542722007-07-25T18:18:00.000+01:002007-07-25T18:33:03.668+01:00...to our children.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqeGW55K1RI/AAAAAAAAABc/clkD_jpcaZY/s1600-h/reneeplayhappy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqeGW55K1RI/AAAAAAAAABc/clkD_jpcaZY/s320/reneeplayhappy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091185631821485330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqeGW55K1SI/AAAAAAAAABk/IcXQyOAj8MQ/s1600-h/reneeplaycry.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 302px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqeGW55K1SI/AAAAAAAAABk/IcXQyOAj8MQ/s320/reneeplaycry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091185631821485346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqeGXJ5K1TI/AAAAAAAAABs/mBCmLsjIV9k/s1600-h/Reneeplaygroup.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqeGXJ5K1TI/AAAAAAAAABs/mBCmLsjIV9k/s320/Reneeplaygroup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091185636116452658" border="0" /></a>Can you find Renee in these photos? If you're anything like me, then before you have a baby, they all tend to look same-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span>. Renee is here with her little "play group." Of course, they're all too young to play really and the group is more for the benefit (read: sanity) of the moms (or mums if your in England). We, the moms, thought it was a great idea to take a picture of the babies all together. As you can see, a few of the babies disagreed...Renee was one of them. Once one baby starts crying they all get going and you have a baby crying chorus. A very interesting experience--not sure I'd recommend it though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4210728361596054272?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-92051709055551426342007-07-22T20:13:00.000+01:002007-07-22T20:24:32.972+01:00<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nj_lutYNBM"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nj_lutYNBM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed> </object><br /><br />Renee lets us know when she's had enough. This video was taken prior to a screaming fest. Since many of you may need brushing up on your baby talk, I will translate for you. This is what she is trying to tell me:<br /><br />"Mommy, I don't like the mall, it is loud and bright and you made me hang around there today for too long. I don't like watching you try on dresses. I don't care whose wedding it's for. I am tired and I don't want to take a bath. I will scream if you try to make me take a bath. I want to be left alone to go to sleep. Stop bothering me and dragging me all over town. Feed me and put me to bed. Stop messing around, woman. I'm not kidding with you. This is your fair warning, I have been more than cooperative. Things are going to get nasty. Take me to bed, now!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-9205170905555142634?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-65744127283850372592007-07-21T13:23:00.000+01:002007-07-22T20:32:29.660+01:00Many of you already know this but, when I was a little girl I instructed my mom to call me by the name "Princess Gloria." Now, I have no idea how I came up with the name Gloria. I guess it sounded regal to me. Here, in England, they call a girl that makes such demands a 'little madam.' And, the midwives and health visitors here were calling Renee 'a little madam' a few days after she was born. "Quite a strong personality," they would say. Time will tell, but my mom--Ms. Gigi, may have had her oft repeated wish, "I hope you have a child just like you one day," fulfilled. Of course, she usually said this when I was being difficult, and I'm sure that wasn't very often : ) So, here's to all the little girls everywhere. I am likely to be eating my words on this one, but let it be said that I think all of us deserve to be 'little madams.'<br /><br />Aside from fulfilling my mom's wish, having a little girl will be lots of fun. We really still don't know what kind of girl Renee will be but, I recently heard about this book on the BBC morning news, and it has a little bit of everything to suit all kinds of little girls. Whether they like climbing trees, concocting magical potions, baking mud pies, or reading all day, there's a little something for everyone, even grandma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqOwX55K1PI/AAAAAAAAABM/OO_yoLBlBYk/s1600-h/gloriousgirls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqOwX55K1PI/AAAAAAAAABM/OO_yoLBlBYk/s320/gloriousgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090105928582878450" border="0" /></a><br />This is what the publishers have to say about it: <span style="font-style: italic;" class="bookcopy"><p>"Homemade scones, pom-poms, daisy chains. . . The Great Big Glorious Book for Girls will take women back to a time when we made cup cakes with our grandmothers, when girls weren't obsessed with all things pink, when they didn't wear ‘hot to trot’ t-shirts aged eight and when a bit of sticky-backed plastic and a tissue box could be the answer to your dreams.</p> <p>Perfect for mothers, grandmothers, aunts and godmothers (as well as daughters, granddaughters, nieces and goddaughters, of course), this is a book for all women who secretly, or not so secretly, loved playing French elastics, dream of making elderflower cordial and need reminding of how to play cat’s cradle."</p></span>It does have a bit of an English flavor to it as in the States we don't make 'elderflower cordial' but those hints of Englishness will help Renee learn a bit about where she was born.<br /><br />When I was a girl, I had a set of books a bit like the Big Glorious Book for Girls. My sisters will remember but my favorite was the 'Make and Do' book.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqHw_p5K1NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/C6NQfTfaiYs/s1600-h/make+and+do.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqHw_p5K1NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/C6NQfTfaiYs/s320/make+and+do.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089614030273434834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqOwp55K1QI/AAAAAAAAABU/Os0WHn6xSlQ/s1600-h/make+and+do.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqOwp55K1QI/AAAAAAAAABU/Os0WHn6xSlQ/s320/make+and+do.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090106237820523778" border="0" /></a><br />A bit dated and worn, I can assure you that this book was well loved. I remember making paper maché masks and drawing faces and all kinds of other things out of this book. It really did provide us with hours of entertainment. I am sure it also inspired us to make big messes but I don't remember that part, probably because I didn't have to clean them up. These books came in a set called <span style="font-style: italic;">Childcraft </span>and I remember another one that was full of children's fairy tales. I especially remember a fairy tale that creeped me out a bit: <span style="font-style: italic;">The Three Billy Goat's Gruff. </span>Here's a sample of this fairy tale just to remind you how creepy and scary children's fairy tales can be:<br /><br /><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff." On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. "Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge. "Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll . "Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice. "Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll. "Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger." "Well, be off with you," said the troll.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">[we'll skip the second Billy Goat Gruff as it's very similar to the first]</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But just then up came the Big Billy Goat Gruff . Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him. "Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll. "It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own. "Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <center style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> <table border="0" cellpadding="7" cellspacing="0" width="60%"> <tbody><tr><td valign="top"> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, come along! I've got two spears,<br />And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;<br />I've got besides two curling-stones,<br />And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.</span></p></td> </tr> </tbody></table> </center> </div><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Snip, snap, snout.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This tale's told out</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6574412728385037259?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-64780152516152966752007-07-21T13:11:00.000+01:002007-07-21T13:27:08.961+01:00Roaring trolls, poking out eyes, smashing bones, a perfect story for our little ones? Of course, children's tales, like childhood, can also be sweet, sad and very profound as my mom recently pointed out with this quote from <span style="font-style: italic;">The Velveteen Rabbit</span> by Margery Williams:<br /><br /><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 128);">"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqH59Z5K1OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T6GnbRH2f1Q/s1600-h/velveteen+rabbit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqH59Z5K1OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T6GnbRH2f1Q/s320/velveteen+rabbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089623887223379170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Illustration by Donna Green</span></i></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6478015251615296675?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-47699424793290957112007-07-20T22:01:00.000+01:002007-07-21T11:34:31.931+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqHhD55K1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/valSHAXo2rs/s1600-h/prune+juice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/RqHhD55K1KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/valSHAXo2rs/s200/prune+juice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089596511101834402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />It's not just for those of us with older, slower bodies : ) If you have babies, you'll probably understand this post and a parent's mild obsession with their baby's poo. If you don't you'll probably think it's too much information, weird or, just plain boring. But--we had the worst day over here! Renee would not eat and just screamed and screamed and screamed. I figured out she was constipated and the doctor said to give her prune juice diluted with water. Well, after 4 hours, count them 4: 1, 2, 3, 4!! hours of screaming inconsolably she finally took some prune juice. Then, she crashed on my chest and drooled, trapping me on the couch. Oh, the joys of parenthood.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-4769942479329095711?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-91031049679887368642007-07-19T19:31:00.000+01:002007-07-19T20:26:33.480+01:00Renee received a present in the mail today from her Auntie Amber. She was very excited. She laughs now and will laugh at you if you laugh at her, it's very cute. Video coming soon : )<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anyhoo</span>, she received a fancy pants sling. At first, I was a bit intimidated as the instructions looked...complicated. The sling came with a DVD of demonstrations on how to use it. So, while Renee was napping, I watched it, a few times. I wasn't sure she would like the sling as we have a baby carrier that she will ride around in for a little while but then she gets fussy and its so hard to get her in and out of it. So, after preparing myself with multiple viewings of the DVD, I decided to give the sling a try.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rp-zZ-srqXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_6-2_rXUjGw/s1600-h/IMG_2404.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rp-zZ-srqXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_6-2_rXUjGw/s200/IMG_2404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088983362860460402" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are! Mind you, at the time of this photo I had not yet brushed my teeth or hair so--be kind. What's important is I think Renee likes the sling and I managed to figure out how to put her in it safely. What's more important is that it looks cool : )<br /><br />So, in order to get her and me used to the sling I kept practicing throughout the day. I managed to get her to sleep in it while I vacuumed! I think I was a bit overzealous though as I now feel a bit sore.<br /><br />This sling is so much better than the backpack/front pack style baby carrier because its more versatile. She can be upright and as she gets tired I can slide her down into the pocket and she can snooze away. Plus, its very good for the late afternoon / early evening when she can't sleep or stay awake and is a little fussy. And, we can't forget how much more stylish it is.<br /><br />Thanks Auntie Am.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-9103104967988736864?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-51422089826218183182007-07-16T19:14:00.000+01:002007-07-20T21:59:12.910+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rpu-lusrqWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66gjssHQKbg/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y0CfSLbpXME/Rpu-lusrqWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66gjssHQKbg/s200/IMG_1903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087869759444986210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />If crankiness is any indication, I'd say, No, power naps don't work for babies. For a number of weeks now Renee has had 'nap troubles'. This means that some days she will only "power nap" for 45 minutes at a time. Now, this wouldn't be a problem except that as the day progresses her mood declines and, by bedtime she has become a baby monster. Lucky for me this is usually the time that daddy Charles arrives home to meet baby monster at the door. Lucky for both of us this doesn't happen every day, not yet, that is. So, what do you do when your baby has sleep troubles? Well, you turn to "the experts" of course. And "the experts" are there, waiting for you. They are waiting because nothing is more certain or more constant than babies having sleep "problems". Here's what the experts say:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert A:</span> Your baby doesn't nap long enough because he isn't tired enough.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B:</span> Your baby doesn't nap very long because she's too tired.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert A:</span> Give baby a pacifier.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B:</span> NO! Meet baby's needs first, cuddle her instead. Teach her to self-soothe. (??!@)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert A:</span> Rock/cuddle baby to sleep.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B:</span> Never rock baby to sleep or he will not learn the art of self-soothing and you will have to rock him to sleep until college.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Expert A:</span> Put baby on a routine.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B:</span> Don't force baby into a clock, let baby feed and sleep on demand.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Expert A:</span> Put baby to sleep in his own room.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B: </span> It is best if baby sleeps in a room with a parent until six months of age.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert A: </span> Soothe baby with a swing. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B:</span> NO! Baby doesn't rest properly in a swing.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Expert A: </span> Let baby "cry it out."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Expert B:</span> If you let baby cry it out he will lose trust in you and he stops crying because he no longer expects you to respond. (holy shamoly!)</span><br /><br />AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! You get the idea. All of this conflicting advice just results in conflicted parents and a baby that grows into a child that needs lots of therapy. The first child, that is. After that, parents learn that there are very few "experts" when it comes to babies and they just stop listening.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5142208982621818318?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-60782104438771625222007-07-14T07:47:00.001+01:002007-07-14T08:32:37.422+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/images/blanketfront.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.miracleblanket.com/images/blanketfront.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, we call Renee Miss Houdini because she can get out of any swaddle you put her in. That wouldn't be a problem except that she needs to be swaddled so that she can sleep. Otherwise, she wakes herself up with her startle reflex and by scratching herself. Not pretty. We've tried the scratch mitts. They're off in seconds. So, I decided to try the Miracle Blanket. It has these extra arm flaps, as you can see on the picture. And, an extra long wrap. On their website they even say that it's for those of us with Baby Houdinis. And, well, parents who are desperate to get 8 straight hours of sleep will believe and buy almost anything. I say parents but Charles sleeps through the majority of her night wakings but that's another story.<br /><br />The Miracle Blanket is pretty cool although I must admit it is a bit like a baby straitjacket. I think it has helped her start taking longer naps again. But, the last two mornings when I come into her room at 7am she has busted out of the darn thing! Now, if you have ever put a miracle blanket on a baby you would be as stunned as I am. How is she defying the powers of the miracle blanket?? I ask her how she does it but she just smiles up at me, like, "Me? I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything...hee hee hee." It may have something to do with her no longer being fed at night. Maybe she's wriggling around thinking that if she could just get out of confinement she could find her way to food. So, she must not be sleeping either. All I know is that she isn't crying. So, at the very least the miracle blanket amuses her. She gets to practice being a little houdini and I get some sleep. Whatever works, right?<br /><br />I am warning you all though, in case you ever babysit, her sweetness is a clever disguise. We've got a little athletic trickster--a wriggle monster on our hands. You won't be able to turn your back for a second!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-6078210443877162522?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-54059247595363961532007-07-13T09:16:00.000+01:002007-07-13T09:17:24.812+01:00When daddy gets home from work I tell him all about my day.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVqYYFQ4OOE"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVqYYFQ4OOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-5405924759536396153?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386880387317436221.post-38142056080848981442007-07-12T08:30:00.000+01:002007-07-12T13:54:44.484+01:00Hello everyone,<br /><br />Renee turns 9 weeks old today. She had her shots yesterday. Here they call them 'jabs'. She screamed her little baby head off and then was cranky the rest of the day which is very unlike her. She also had her first dose of baby medicine. I don't know if it was the meds or feeling bad from the shots but, for the first time, she slept through from 10:30 pm to 7am! Her bed time is 7pm although she usually can't make it until 7p and is asleep by 6:30. Then she has what is called a "dream feed" around 10:30pm. Usually, she wakes up hungry again sometime between 3-4am and then sleeps through. That she managed to sleep from 10:30pm to 7am is really good news but I can't really be giving her jabs and baby tylenol every day now can I!<br /><br />She may have slept through but I kept waking up thinking she would wake up any minute and/or wondering if she was all right. Apparently, she was just fine, sleeping the night away. Maybe the baby tylenol numbed her hunger pains?<br /><br />Anyhow, little missy is growing so fast! She has to have another set of shots in a month's time. I really don't like going as the nurses have me hold her while the stick her! Its really not nice. I know its "for her own good" but that doesn't make it less unpleasant.<br /><br />Oh. And miss Renee can now end tummy time all by herself. She just rolls over from her tummy to her back. Presto!<br /><br />Love to you all,<br /><br />Shannon<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9PwXeHEyuE"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9PwXeHEyuE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed> </object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386880387317436221-3814205608084898144?l=sweetbabyrenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shanonitanoreply@blogger.com2