<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353</id><updated>2012-01-18T15:12:16.673-05:00</updated><category term='paper'/><category term='paisley'/><category term='accessories'/><category term='lighting'/><category term='dress'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Jax'/><category term='details'/><category term='groom'/><category term='home'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='rehearsal dinner'/><category term='parents'/><category term='green'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='bridesmaids'/><category term='groomsmen'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='invitations'/><category term='tuxes'/><category term='colors'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='rings'/><category term='cake'/><category term='decor'/><title type='text'>The Morgans</title><subtitle type='html'>Not only am I blessed with an amazing husband who happens to be my best friend and a crazy pup that makes us laugh each day, we are so grateful to have just welcomed our first little one into our lives. Life instantly changes with a new baby at home. Here's a peek into our adventures as a family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1701081695839381371</id><published>2012-01-09T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:36:53.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan, you are eight months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, monkey, how you get cuter by the day! You have such a sweet disposition and I love how easy it is to make you smile! We were worried about stranger anxiety for a little while but you seem to be comfortable around anyone and will crack a toothy grin to anyone that greets you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqcIZFmIzYA/Twucj4vG02I/AAAAAAAAC-c/UE_pkpyIrG8/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqcIZFmIzYA/Twucj4vG02I/AAAAAAAAC-c/UE_pkpyIrG8/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You are still quite the chatterbox and "sing" or "talk" to me most of the day. I've hear lots of blabbering but no real words yet (although it really does sound like "mama" when you cry). You get pretty quiet around others, though - especially babies - maybe a bit of a shy boy? I think you are just content to sit back and listen, constantly observing the world around you. We always get comments on how alert you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CUPJq76bWg/TwucyE1XyWI/AAAAAAAAC-k/mz2-o-zzc2M/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CUPJq76bWg/TwucyE1XyWI/AAAAAAAAC-k/mz2-o-zzc2M/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You still have just the two bottom teeth but I just know you are going to get more soon. You teethe like crazy and welcome every toy (or anything, for that matter) with an open mouth, ready to chomp on it. You've battled your second cold this month but otherwise you are a healthy, growing boy. The cold has interfered a bit with your sleeping but for the most part you sleep through the night and take two good naps a day. It's wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Solids are still agreeing with you and we've tried all sorts of fruits and veggies. You are not a fan of anything beyond a puree, though, and make hilarious faces when we try to sneak in something with more texture like a puff or a Cheerio. Anything I try immediately gets spit out in a pool of drool. I guess you're just not ready yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SsrH5Rk1Zk/Twuc9duP0mI/AAAAAAAAC-s/yDiRyGNDEuo/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SsrH5Rk1Zk/Twuc9duP0mI/AAAAAAAAC-s/yDiRyGNDEuo/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We've found your ticklish spots and your Daddy just loves to breathe on the back of your neck to make you giggle. Your back is so sensitive I often find I can't rub it if I'm trying to put you down for a nap because it makes you squirm too much! You love it, though, and seem to be quite the little daredevil. I'm in trouble! You love to be tossed in the air, to swing, and to hang upside down. You're going to be a hand full!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk6LXMefLxQ/TwudJovnlJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/m0SjVnpAGbs/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk6LXMefLxQ/TwudJovnlJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/m0SjVnpAGbs/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are sitting up really well but don't really show any signs of crawling. You are just not a rolly-polly baby and still hate tummy time, which makes it tough to roll. You've practiced standing on your own a few times and can do it for a second or two but are still really wobbly and not ready to be without support. When you start walking I just know you'll be running soon after - your feet never stop moving and you are constantly kicking your legs. You scoot around in the walker no problem and I can't take my eyes off you or you're in a completely different side of the house. You seem to love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A24xQ622jXA/TwudWk3cFPI/AAAAAAAAC-8/uC7rnJowhNk/s1600/IMG_0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A24xQ622jXA/TwudWk3cFPI/AAAAAAAAC-8/uC7rnJowhNk/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really fun month filled with celebrations and all the wonder of Christmas. I can't believe how big you are getting but I absolutely love seeing the little boy you're becoming and all that personality that shines through. You are such a light in my life and I am so proud to be your mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTLxLmrP0Ys/TwudkChLmZI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Mo3dCIAlhFk/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTLxLmrP0Ys/TwudkChLmZI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Mo3dCIAlhFk/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eight Month Stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight - 19 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diapers - size 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clothes - mostly 9 months, or 6-12 (depending on brand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1701081695839381371?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1701081695839381371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1701081695839381371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1701081695839381371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1701081695839381371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2012/01/eight-months.html' title='Eight Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqcIZFmIzYA/Twucj4vG02I/AAAAAAAAC-c/UE_pkpyIrG8/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1387707419981121878</id><published>2011-12-29T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:32:40.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day - Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so overwhelmed with all the amazing photos we took on Christmas that I am breaking it into two posts. I just can't catch up from all of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan woke up around 7:30 on Christmas morning and after a bottle and some quiet time upstairs we decided to head down to see what Santa brought. The Hamiltons were still asleep but my mom and dad were making coffee and Alex ventured down from the media room to join us so we took advantage of the calm to start Nathan's first Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFaX3Z7J0Mw/Tw9SgOqIH5I/AAAAAAAAC_U/fSIhmJbKfu4/s1600/Holidays+201114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFaX3Z7J0Mw/Tw9SgOqIH5I/AAAAAAAAC_U/fSIhmJbKfu4/s320/Holidays+201114.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He didn't know what to do with all the presents! Santa was too good and brought toys galore for the monkey. It was so fun to watch him go from one to the next and rip into the wrapping paper. Some highlights were an activity table (he's been practicing his standing), an airplane rocker (such a fun surprise from Hattie and Poppy), loads of books (thanks Aunt Kel and Uncle Linc!), and a swing from Aunt Alex (which we've used every day since!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlE7wr97Cr4/Tw9SvSiCyYI/AAAAAAAAC_c/RnZME3zZxOo/s1600/Kelly%2527s+photos4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlE7wr97Cr4/Tw9SvSiCyYI/AAAAAAAAC_c/RnZME3zZxOo/s320/Kelly%2527s+photos4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once Kelly, Lincoln and Carter emerged from their room, the real celebration began and the boys played a bit while we opened a few presents. Carter got a play kitchen and grill complete with dining table and spent most of the rest of the day whipping up dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTAUOIAuIAI/TxY3YO0RJTI/AAAAAAAAC_k/_0M0DZDy0ik/s1600/Holidays+201115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTAUOIAuIAI/TxY3YO0RJTI/AAAAAAAAC_k/_0M0DZDy0ik/s320/Holidays+201115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We ended up breaking for breakfast before even making a dent in the pile of gifts. Nathan went down for a nap from all the morning excitement and Alex and I prepped the first meal of the day with some help from Dad. This year we tried a new egg casserole recipe along with the traditional blueberry muffins with crumbles on top and mimosas. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLbwRUhYoNo/TxY3jhLY8QI/AAAAAAAAC_s/p42EDLJN0sY/s1600/Kelly%2527s+photos5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLbwRUhYoNo/TxY3jhLY8QI/AAAAAAAAC_s/p42EDLJN0sY/s320/Kelly%2527s+photos5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us until 2 in the afternoon to lazily finish exchanging gifts. We did picks again this year to try and simplify things. Ryan picked Alex and got her a Kitchenaid Mixer, which I've heard has already been put to good use. I picked Dad and got him new topsiders, a Corkcicle, and framed family photos. Kelly picked me and got me a fleece jacket that I wear all the time along with some stationery and an address stamp. Lincoln picked Ryan and got him some Xbox games and a controller to go with his new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEsb4JZ8Y8k/TxY86Hb9z7I/AAAAAAAAC_0/pec2C1K9q4s/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEsb4JZ8Y8k/TxY86Hb9z7I/AAAAAAAAC_0/pec2C1K9q4s/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done we needed to scramble to shower and get ready for the Trottas and Grammy to come over for the afternoon. Nothing beats a lazy Christmas morning where we can take our time and just enjoy being together! We were so slow that stockings were left to the following day so we could stretch the holiday out even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1387707419981121878?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1387707419981121878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1387707419981121878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1387707419981121878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1387707419981121878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day-part-one.html' title='Christmas Day - Part One'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFaX3Z7J0Mw/Tw9SgOqIH5I/AAAAAAAAC_U/fSIhmJbKfu4/s72-c/Holidays+201114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4837512878634441536</id><published>2011-12-28T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:53:04.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, I can't remember what we did on Christmas Eve day. That's what I get for taking so long to blog about past events! But Christmas Eve night was fabulous and filled with all of my favorite family traditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UU1Rt6KdP_0/TwJuq6Wx9kI/AAAAAAAAC9o/0jbViSD2VR8/s1600/Kelly%2527s+photos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UU1Rt6KdP_0/TwJuq6Wx9kI/AAAAAAAAC9o/0jbViSD2VR8/s320/Kelly%2527s+photos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got all dressed up and headed to the 5 o'clock service at John's Creek United Methodist Church. We practically took up an entire row with just our family, which was such a great feeling. Nathan took a bottle for the first half of the service and hammed it up for the ladies behind us once he was done. He was super well-behaved and I was thankful that he lasted the entire hour without fussing. Carter was great, too, sleeping the entire time on Kelly's lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cV_Y4x7Kyg/TwJuzTSoujI/AAAAAAAAC9w/io2ko2cdOQA/s1600/Kelly%2527s+photos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cV_Y4x7Kyg/TwJuzTSoujI/AAAAAAAAC9w/io2ko2cdOQA/s320/Kelly%2527s+photos1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;An onslaught of photography ensued as soon as we got home and our baby models were such good sports. Nathan ate his dinner ahead of the rest of us and after receiving his Christmas pj's from "Santa", he went down for the night before we even ate dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2tEtJmPN7s/TwJvHwtIwII/AAAAAAAAC-A/yM541WTFNso/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2tEtJmPN7s/TwJvHwtIwII/AAAAAAAAC-A/yM541WTFNso/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO-wkTCoeGk/TwJvU6oF8kI/AAAAAAAAC-I/cZkkoDms3jE/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO-wkTCoeGk/TwJvU6oF8kI/AAAAAAAAC-I/cZkkoDms3jE/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We feasted on yummy shrimp and pesto pasta, a dish that has helped us commemorate Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember. Each year in recent past we've taken turns preparing the meal and this time Mom, Dad and Alex pitched in. They did a great job and it was delicious as always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVEHXFPMZQ8/TwJu7dErH_I/AAAAAAAAC94/3bWRGq3KPzQ/s1600/Kelly%2527s+photos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVEHXFPMZQ8/TwJu7dErH_I/AAAAAAAAC94/3bWRGq3KPzQ/s320/Kelly%2527s+photos2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos after dinner led to much silliness. It was such a relaxed evening and we all enjoyed each other's company and lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OZ2SIleYA/TwJwe4vKFSI/AAAAAAAAC-U/1JK1L88yHTw/s1600/Kelly%2527s+photos3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OZ2SIleYA/TwJwe4vKFSI/AAAAAAAAC-U/1JK1L88yHTw/s320/Kelly%2527s+photos3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lincoln and Ryan assembled toys for the little ones while we cleaned up and lazed around. Aside from everyone opening their jammies, we left all gifts untouched until morning which was a bit unusual for us. Everything was set up and ready for Christmas day by the time we all went to sleep. What fun to play Santa now that we have a baby of our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgfuVc-3hT0/Tw9HpIIuBeI/AAAAAAAAC_M/ISXxO8oPN2g/s1600/Holidays+201113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgfuVc-3hT0/Tw9HpIIuBeI/AAAAAAAAC_M/ISXxO8oPN2g/s320/Holidays+201113.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4837512878634441536?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4837512878634441536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4837512878634441536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4837512878634441536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4837512878634441536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UU1Rt6KdP_0/TwJuq6Wx9kI/AAAAAAAAC9o/0jbViSD2VR8/s72-c/Kelly%2527s+photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1126189863022009080</id><published>2011-12-27T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:43:47.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinners in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>We left Mobile and headed north to Atlanta for the second leg of our Christmas vacation. Leading up to the Christmas festivities, we got to spend lots of quality time with my family and friends at various dinners. Nothing beats a home cooked meal with loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Lincoln hosted the first night with a delicious Cajun pasta dish. N had a blast exploring all of his cousin's toys in the playroom - so much so that he refused to be put down to bed and stayed up visiting with all of us until it was time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr7CXu8tUU8/TwJkqV638NI/AAAAAAAAC88/vaM72-wb17Y/s1600/Holidays+20118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr7CXu8tUU8/TwJkqV638NI/AAAAAAAAC88/vaM72-wb17Y/s320/Holidays+20118.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkqjXEcr2p4/TwJkyjN1gzI/AAAAAAAAC9E/7H_M6jVnzWs/s1600/Holidays+20119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkqjXEcr2p4/TwJkyjN1gzI/AAAAAAAAC9E/7H_M6jVnzWs/s320/Holidays+20119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aunt Cindy and Uncle Greg hosted the next night, inviting us all over to their new house for Tortellini Soup. Carter loved playing with "Bobis" (Thomas the Train) while Nathan practiced his new standing skill. It only lasted for a few seconds but I was impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lFtJb_KCR4/TwJk7va0qwI/AAAAAAAAC9M/SwfW0g3BhwA/s1600/Holidays+201110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lFtJb_KCR4/TwJk7va0qwI/AAAAAAAAC9M/SwfW0g3BhwA/s320/Holidays+201110.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbwP9IRXdoU/TwJlESmUZQI/AAAAAAAAC9U/Aj5IeiCe11Q/s1600/Holidays+201111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbwP9IRXdoU/TwJlESmUZQI/AAAAAAAAC9U/Aj5IeiCe11Q/s320/Holidays+201111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, we had the pleasure of gathering with some of my besties from college for a potluck dinner at Stef and Kent's. I brought hash brown casserole and broccoli/cauliflower casserole to go along with the Honey Baked Ham. It was delish and so nice to catch up with the girls while the kiddos played and the men all chatted. I love these girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiUjo553IaI/TwJlNn1-xrI/AAAAAAAAC9c/ybhEiwvJ34c/s1600/Holidays+201112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiUjo553IaI/TwJlNn1-xrI/AAAAAAAAC9c/ybhEiwvJ34c/s320/Holidays+201112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1126189863022009080?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1126189863022009080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1126189863022009080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1126189863022009080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1126189863022009080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/dinners-in-atlanta.html' title='Dinners in Atlanta'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr7CXu8tUU8/TwJkqV638NI/AAAAAAAAC88/vaM72-wb17Y/s72-c/Holidays+20118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3712717738643500021</id><published>2011-12-25T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:42:00.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you and your family the merriest Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and every joy as we celebrate the reason for the season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WfXxbnio7E/TvY4Fgf6dPI/AAAAAAAAC8w/fHX0s_3z1_Y/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WfXxbnio7E/TvY4Fgf6dPI/AAAAAAAAC8w/fHX0s_3z1_Y/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ Luke 2:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3712717738643500021?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3712717738643500021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3712717738643500021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3712717738643500021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3712717738643500021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WfXxbnio7E/TvY4Fgf6dPI/AAAAAAAAC8w/fHX0s_3z1_Y/s72-c/IMG_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7699215779179527974</id><published>2011-12-20T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:37:27.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Mobile</title><content type='html'>We started our Christmas celebration with a trip to Mobile, Alabama, to visit Ryan's side of the family. His aunt, uncle and Grammy all live there and his mom, sister, brother, aunt, cousins and their kids all made the trip, too. It was a crowded house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip there took about 8 hours, with a time change, and aside from some fussing toward the very end, Nathan and Jax (yes, we even brought the dog!) were both really great in the car. We stopped twice and finally arrived around 5 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZJEXdgoZx4/TvOVSpocPEI/AAAAAAAAC8A/RpUhe7z0p2s/s1600/Holidays+20114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZJEXdgoZx4/TvOVSpocPEI/AAAAAAAAC8A/RpUhe7z0p2s/s320/Holidays+20114.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since we weren't going to be home for Christmas, we brought it with us and exchanged gifts with the Morgans while we were there. Nathan got some fun toys and lots of cute clothes from his aunt, uncle and Lolly. He was slightly overwhelmed and took incredible naps to make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zX2815PzOkw/TvOVZ8OnsmI/AAAAAAAAC8I/LyfSIFeey9c/s1600/Holidays+20115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zX2815PzOkw/TvOVZ8OnsmI/AAAAAAAAC8I/LyfSIFeey9c/s320/Holidays+20115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was fun to watch how he reacted to the wrapping paper and definitely seemed more fixated in the bows and paper over the actual gifts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22iVThnJ_Cs/TvOVh4_pQzI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/eYJfEOIs564/s1600/Holidays+20116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22iVThnJ_Cs/TvOVh4_pQzI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/eYJfEOIs564/s320/Holidays+20116.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone loved on the monkey and he was never short of attention or playmates. It was nice to have the extra sets of hands to help! He seemed to have lots of fun watching the cousins run around and playing in the center of the room with all eyes on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Koun__xxk3c/TvOVpITBtfI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/_pucwjpIM0o/s1600/Holidays+20117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Koun__xxk3c/TvOVpITBtfI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/_pucwjpIM0o/s320/Holidays+20117.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our four days in Mobile went by fast and we had lots of fun visiting with so many family members. After countless rounds of Mexican Train and too many yummy meals to count, we were ready to hit the road again and head to Atlanta for part two of our Christmas vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOZ8SjdQb_o/TvOVK3G2iEI/AAAAAAAAC74/L68WQsL6jvk/s1600/Holidays+20113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOZ8SjdQb_o/TvOVK3G2iEI/AAAAAAAAC74/L68WQsL6jvk/s320/Holidays+20113.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7699215779179527974?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7699215779179527974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7699215779179527974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7699215779179527974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7699215779179527974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-in-mobile.html' title='Christmas in Mobile'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZJEXdgoZx4/TvOVSpocPEI/AAAAAAAAC8A/RpUhe7z0p2s/s72-c/Holidays+20114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3183261815528622059</id><published>2011-12-17T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:36:48.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Secret Santas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anna and Henley invited us to our first ever Brownie Swap and we all decided to swap gifts with the babies there since Brinkley and Coleson had been sick at Breakfast Club earlier in the week. I baked Santa Hat Brownies (another Pinterest find) that looked something like this (just not as pretty)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3FYsuP_pqQ/TuoHG15nejI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/X8efNthKv1g/s200/IMG_5563.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We tried to stage a photo opp in front of the tree, which was more comical than successful. It's tough getting just one baby to look at the camera, let alone half a dozen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaUO1IThbRs/TvOSCFloKiI/AAAAAAAAC7c/cnunARODbvg/s1600/Holidays+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaUO1IThbRs/TvOSCFloKiI/AAAAAAAAC7c/cnunARODbvg/s320/Holidays+2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzvJxx8ZE_o/TvOSKS5kjWI/AAAAAAAAC7k/4FD3uzzHdJY/s1600/Holidays+20111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzvJxx8ZE_o/TvOSKS5kjWI/AAAAAAAAC7k/4FD3uzzHdJY/s320/Holidays+20111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We picked Coleson for the swap but poor guy was still under the weather so we left his gift with Aunt Fallon to take to him. He picked Nathan, funny enough, and got him what looks to be a really fun whale toy for the bath. We can't wait to try it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so busy helping N unwrap his gift and snapping pictures that I didn't see who gave each other their gifts, but it looked like everyone had a great time and walked away with something special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IMAABs4XIc/TvOSTKnWfwI/AAAAAAAAC7s/WoafCvM2f44/s1600/Holidays+20112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IMAABs4XIc/TvOSTKnWfwI/AAAAAAAAC7s/WoafCvM2f44/s320/Holidays+20112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Breakfast Club! We're so happy to get to spend the holidays with such a fun group of moms and little ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3183261815528622059?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3183261815528622059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3183261815528622059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3183261815528622059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3183261815528622059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-secret-santas.html' title='Baby Secret Santas'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3FYsuP_pqQ/TuoHG15nejI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/X8efNthKv1g/s72-c/IMG_5563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1461982502349387289</id><published>2011-12-15T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:12:18.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Breakfast Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got the chance to host Breakfast Club again for the babies to celebrate Christmas. Unfortunately, the funk that was going around hit some of the kiddos and we were short a few folks so we ended up postponing our Secret Santa gift exchange, but the babies still had fun playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIm_3CUt3mM/TvNgS22UtbI/AAAAAAAAC6w/cvMrpkqxopw/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIm_3CUt3mM/TvNgS22UtbI/AAAAAAAAC6w/cvMrpkqxopw/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I tried out a new recipe from Martha Stewart, found via Pinterest, with a few modifications. Individual scrambled egg and sausage cups in their own little bread bowls. And, for a Christmas treat, cinnamon buns! Yum, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNag4yxQOv0/TvNgjXKgG4I/AAAAAAAAC64/toEJazeNad0/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNag4yxQOv0/TvNgjXKgG4I/AAAAAAAAC64/toEJazeNad0/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that Nathan is sitting so much better, he has a much better time watching the other babies and playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gebEg3UlBPs/TvNgz058OtI/AAAAAAAAC7A/wgxMYrVHK7Y/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gebEg3UlBPs/TvNgz058OtI/AAAAAAAAC7A/wgxMYrVHK7Y/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadley took a snack break from all the playing and had some goldfish in our foyer.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exKfiZ8oKBs/TvNhBCDJNUI/AAAAAAAAC7I/IKPBujBzHo4/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exKfiZ8oKBs/TvNhBCDJNUI/AAAAAAAAC7I/IKPBujBzHo4/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan and Tyler, outnumbered by all the girls as usual, loved putting everything in their mouths!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5J1yvvja00/TvNhPioJ-FI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/vZrK09mzJm4/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5J1yvvja00/TvNhPioJ-FI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/vZrK09mzJm4/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1461982502349387289?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1461982502349387289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1461982502349387289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1461982502349387289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1461982502349387289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-breakfast-club.html' title='December Breakfast Club'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIm_3CUt3mM/TvNgS22UtbI/AAAAAAAAC6w/cvMrpkqxopw/s72-c/IMG_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-701146600573545310</id><published>2011-12-12T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:07:01.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dory's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had the pleasure of celebrating Dorothy's first birthday with some of the other Breakfast Club folks. Her mama, Nell, did an amazing job decorating for the theme "A Very Hungry Caterpillar". Everything was adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dory knew just what to do with her smash cake and dug right in! It was the shape of an apple and all of the guests got to enjoy cake pops that formed caterpillars when they were all lined up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttpbc8pB2ac/TuV-Kt79SWI/AAAAAAAAC6I/IHQygGc3Qsg/s1600/Dory%2BBday%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttpbc8pB2ac/TuV-Kt79SWI/AAAAAAAAC6I/IHQygGc3Qsg/s320/Dory%2BBday%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The kiddos all got to play outside. A new play kitchen, made by Dory's dad, was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iEQlb9wcBA/TuV-LO7O-hI/AAAAAAAAC6U/PWbbwTU9gQw/s1600/Month%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iEQlb9wcBA/TuV-LO7O-hI/AAAAAAAAC6U/PWbbwTU9gQw/s320/Month%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;As favors, Nell crocheted caterpillar hats for each of the babies. I am so impressed and loved the idea! N rocked his hat, not even noticing it while he played in the ball pit. What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S13SgKKY0L0/TuV-LjpizMI/AAAAAAAAC6g/f_NX5O-hTpY/s1600/Month%2B81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S13SgKKY0L0/TuV-LjpizMI/AAAAAAAAC6g/f_NX5O-hTpY/s320/Month%2B81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great time and were so happy to help celebrate Dory's first year. Happy Birthday Dorothy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-701146600573545310?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/701146600573545310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=701146600573545310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/701146600573545310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/701146600573545310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/dorys-first-birthday.html' title='Dory&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttpbc8pB2ac/TuV-Kt79SWI/AAAAAAAAC6I/IHQygGc3Qsg/s72-c/Dory%2BBday%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1918778769401792621</id><published>2011-12-11T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:29:02.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>Baldwin Park hosted a Festival of Lights and Christmas Parade last night so we decided to walk over and take Nathan to see the sights. I love that we can just walk there! His Lolly, Ryan's mom, joined us so that she could take the baby back home and we could stay for a dinner date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6Uzgv6UtAs/TuVujLa2ynI/AAAAAAAAC5U/apPjJtBMv9w/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6Uzgv6UtAs/TuVujLa2ynI/AAAAAAAAC5U/apPjJtBMv9w/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got there right as the Winter Park High School marching band was parading by. Nathan was in awe with everything that was going on! I just love how his eyes get wide as he soaks it all in. Such a serious little observer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4IWytyhFJU/TuVvUMznbxI/AAAAAAAAC5k/uINS5Y40pdw/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4IWytyhFJU/TuVvUMznbxI/AAAAAAAAC5k/uINS5Y40pdw/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXXvj5wve18/TuVuPK0Cz8I/AAAAAAAAC5M/FHe1GTtXEC8/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXXvj5wve18/TuVuPK0Cz8I/AAAAAAAAC5M/FHe1GTtXEC8/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had such a great time watching various groups and floats march past us. It was a nice night - not too hot, not too cold - and a fun family activity that I hope we can enjoy for years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyVpxa9TmmA/TuVu79hYiNI/AAAAAAAAC5c/4TDoixBDsmM/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyVpxa9TmmA/TuVu79hYiNI/AAAAAAAAC5c/4TDoixBDsmM/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1918778769401792621?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1918778769401792621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1918778769401792621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1918778769401792621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1918778769401792621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-parade.html' title='Christmas Parade'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6Uzgv6UtAs/TuVujLa2ynI/AAAAAAAAC5U/apPjJtBMv9w/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-516531970450458399</id><published>2011-12-08T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:57:49.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan, you are seven months old today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You are getting so big! We just met a new baby friend and it's hard to believe you were ever that tiny (even smaller in fact!). You just keep growing and changing so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;Our past month has been very full. We hosted Jess for a long weekend and spent a week in Hilton Head celebrating your first Thanksgiving. We also continued seeing our friends for Breakfast Club and we joined Gymboree, where we met new friends. It's been keeping us very busy but it's nice to get out of the house and I know you just love being around other babies. You are so intrigued by them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ne25lDhRjM/TuFiWep0VmI/AAAAAAAAC48/m9aXrNOX9Rk/s1600/NBM+7+mo_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ne25lDhRjM/TuFiWep0VmI/AAAAAAAAC48/m9aXrNOX9Rk/s320/NBM+7+mo_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You caught your first cold this month, from which you're still suffering. It broke my heart the first night you got sick (I was home alone with you while Daddy was at his football game) and I have never heard more pathetic cries than when you were up all night in my arms. I hate that I can't help you more! You absolutely HATE when I have to wipe your face and I really wish I could blow your nose for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdP_7fByEhs/TuFeL3R-MlI/AAAAAAAAC4E/oFHJUUFUZ_s/s1600/IMG_3280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdP_7fByEhs/TuFeL3R-MlI/AAAAAAAAC4E/oFHJUUFUZ_s/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your first teeth came through early in the month! I knew they were on their way and it was pretty rough for a while with sleepless nights and lots of fussing, but they finally cut through a few days apart from one another and they're still coming in. I thought at first that I would never love your smile more than when it was all gummy but now that you grin with two little front teeth, I can't think of anything more adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5sveBEel0I/TuFeeiCsvRI/AAAAAAAAC4M/0mcmSb3PjTo/s1600/IMG_3465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5sveBEel0I/TuFeeiCsvRI/AAAAAAAAC4M/0mcmSb3PjTo/s320/IMG_3465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You started sitting really well on your own. While you still topple over every now and then, you're getting much stronger and prefer to sit over laying down now. You are excellent at playing with your toys and still bring everything to your mouth, which shows off your fine motor skills. Still no consistent rolling over but I know it's because you just don't want to. You are completely capable, as you've shown me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vuiCUjlos8M/TuFesTjN-HI/AAAAAAAAC4U/G0OAQ-QNCrQ/s1600/IMG_3683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vuiCUjlos8M/TuFesTjN-HI/AAAAAAAAC4U/G0OAQ-QNCrQ/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We've stepped up the solids to three times a day and we still haven't found a fruit or veggie you don't like. You struggled a bit when you first got sick but your appetite is back and you devour each meal. You do, however, hate puffs and the faces you make when you try them are priceless! We'll keep practicing. You're 100% on formula now, too, which is helping you to bulk up a bit. I just want to squeeze your sweet little cheeks! You are taking two consistent naps a day, an hour and a half to two hours each, and you are more consistently sleeping through the night, which Mommy really appreciates! Our trick is to scatter suckies around your crib so when you wake in the middle of the night you can find one yourself. You are getting much better at finding them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCealjKl-Lw/TuFe_NnNn2I/AAAAAAAAC4c/6m7PZ76ONZ0/s1600/IMG_3696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCealjKl-Lw/TuFe_NnNn2I/AAAAAAAAC4c/6m7PZ76ONZ0/s320/IMG_3696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You've shown your parents' impatience and can get quite frustrated (and vocal about it) at times, which can be exhausting for Mommy. But you're sweet and will still share a smile with anyone that smiles at you. You're becoming more serious, just soaking up your surroundings wherever we go, and always so observant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55mZ6MxknZg/TuFjWqE7eqI/AAAAAAAAC5E/PpgvoD4z9lc/s1600/NBM+7+mo_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55mZ6MxknZg/TuFjWqE7eqI/AAAAAAAAC5E/PpgvoD4z9lc/s320/NBM+7+mo_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You continue to be such fun and such a challenge each day and I'm loving it! If only I could get you to stop growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, monkey man!&lt;br /&gt;oxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seven Month Stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 17 pounds, 3.5 ounces (almost two pounds gained since last month!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diapers: size 2 during the day, size 3 at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clothes: some 6 months (and even some 3-6 months depending on the brand) but mostly 9 months, especially pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-516531970450458399?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/516531970450458399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=516531970450458399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/516531970450458399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/516531970450458399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ne25lDhRjM/TuFiWep0VmI/AAAAAAAAC48/m9aXrNOX9Rk/s72-c/NBM+7+mo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-5836401627854855594</id><published>2011-12-04T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:19:00.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Sees You When You're Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since we first met Santa completely unprepared (read: not dressed in Christmas garb), we decided to brave the mall and try again in something a little more festive. We woke up early, left the house by 9:30, and made it there right when the line was forming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLvdna3vqa8/Ttrm6eHQBFI/AAAAAAAAC3E/j6eXiZXE8s8/s1600/IMG_3708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLvdna3vqa8/Ttrm6eHQBFI/AAAAAAAAC3E/j6eXiZXE8s8/s320/IMG_3708.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Half an hour later and our little guy had had enough of the twinkling lights, loud music and bratty kids behind us. (Okay, I had had enough of the kids - N was oblivious to them.) With some effort, Ryan was finally able to rock him to sleep while we still had about an hour left in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tr9FnEDhE1Y/TtrnCAECPkI/AAAAAAAAC3M/BSeFsgDdPZo/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tr9FnEDhE1Y/TtrnCAECPkI/AAAAAAAAC3M/BSeFsgDdPZo/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The sweet boy was still completely passed out when we finally got to the front of the line! I'm glad he got some sort of a nap in but I felt terrible having to wake him up to meet the big guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsOIh1gkWIw/TtrnL-G28JI/AAAAAAAAC3U/rut46YA2UwU/s1600/IMG_3712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsOIh1gkWIw/TtrnL-G28JI/AAAAAAAAC3U/rut46YA2UwU/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was pretty unsure of the whole situation when he first got placed in Santa's lap. After all, he had just woken up and it wasn't the best nap ever so he was still pretty sleepy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDu14SSg7sw/TtrnTx3szqI/AAAAAAAAC3c/3W8-lsK1kTs/s1600/IMG_3715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDu14SSg7sw/TtrnTx3szqI/AAAAAAAAC3c/3W8-lsK1kTs/s320/IMG_3715.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the photographers worked their magic and twirled distracting toys in front of N and we finally got a smile. He was such a cutie! (And, really, I think completely unaware of the bearded stranger holding him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nLm8P8_9gk/TtruGmEU0qI/AAAAAAAAC38/J4k2dvWbQs8/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nLm8P8_9gk/TtruGmEU0qI/AAAAAAAAC38/J4k2dvWbQs8/s320/photo.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-5836401627854855594?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5836401627854855594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=5836401627854855594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5836401627854855594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5836401627854855594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-sees-you-when-youre-sleeping.html' title='He Sees You When You&apos;re Sleeping'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLvdna3vqa8/Ttrm6eHQBFI/AAAAAAAAC3E/j6eXiZXE8s8/s72-c/IMG_3708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3388188913107006105</id><published>2011-12-02T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:39:07.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Stockings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It wouldn't be the holiday season without a few crafts, right? I started looking for stockings to keep at our house (my mom has a whole set at hers that includes mine from growing up) and after seeing a bunch of cute handmade ones on Etsy and then other ideas on Pinterest, I decided "I can do that!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pinned Image" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/104145810102543567_r6wdRKh3_c.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(this is my inspiration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found a&lt;a href="http://www.cluckclucksew.com/2010/12/tutorial-lined-stocking-with-cuff.html" target="_blank"&gt; great tutorial on another blog&lt;/a&gt;, bought supplies and got to work. So far, I've made 90% of one. It takes a lot longer than I thought! I want to make at least 5 - three for the current Morgans and a few extra for any future Morgans we may have down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WskbgJ-oxfk/TtrpZFzl9gI/AAAAAAAAC3s/DM3qk2lsL4M/s1600/IMG_3693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WskbgJ-oxfk/TtrpZFzl9gI/AAAAAAAAC3s/DM3qk2lsL4M/s320/IMG_3693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBsJzAdjg-I/TtrpRcqCqiI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Oxr1Z9PC3Ko/s1600/IMG_3692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBsJzAdjg-I/TtrpRcqCqiI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Oxr1Z9PC3Ko/s320/IMG_3692.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoaE7Oq2jB0/TtrpiejLJaI/AAAAAAAAC30/jDfAdZnGDSY/s1600/IMG_3694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoaE7Oq2jB0/TtrpiejLJaI/AAAAAAAAC30/jDfAdZnGDSY/s320/IMG_3694.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how many nap times I have to burn to get them complete. So far it's taken two to get this far and I have a ways to go! But I love doing something creative and hopefully they will become keepsakes for our family once they're done. Oh what fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3388188913107006105?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3388188913107006105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3388188913107006105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3388188913107006105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3388188913107006105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/12/making-stockings.html' title='Making Stockings'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WskbgJ-oxfk/TtrpZFzl9gI/AAAAAAAAC3s/DM3qk2lsL4M/s72-c/IMG_3693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6731073406111818230</id><published>2011-11-30T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:18:38.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Out the (Not-so-Perfect) Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Admittedly, I do not love the tree we picked out this year. It's a little off and not the best shape. But it's our tree and it's Nathan's first tree, so we're making the best of it and it's growing on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since we live in a different part of town, we passed on Home Depot this year and decided to pick a tree from a new location. We saw a tent at a church near our house and decided to support them. It was late and probably not the best time to go since it was nearing N's bed time but we made an outing of it and I think the kiddo enjoyed the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqePXq3s3w8/TtrjLr68cZI/AAAAAAAAC2s/_sGaNK3U5AI/s1600/IMG_3686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqePXq3s3w8/TtrjLr68cZI/AAAAAAAAC2s/_sGaNK3U5AI/s320/IMG_3686.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, being me, I had to see at least five trees unwrapped and shaken out. We have a lot of heavy ornaments so the goal was to find one with sturdy branches and just the right height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRQ3aQg86Rs/TtrjUHvH1UI/AAAAAAAAC20/QnGdhOiQvSs/s1600/IMG_3687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRQ3aQg86Rs/TtrjUHvH1UI/AAAAAAAAC20/QnGdhOiQvSs/s320/IMG_3687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If anything, finding a tree and setting it up marks the start of the Christmas season for me so I am very excited to have it in the house. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas as we unwrap ornaments and&amp;nbsp;unpack&amp;nbsp;decorations from years past. I can't wait to share in the season as our little family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBxFtYWi7SI/Ttrjbfo5t5I/AAAAAAAAC28/07FY0GDPt58/s1600/IMG_3691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBxFtYWi7SI/Ttrjbfo5t5I/AAAAAAAAC28/07FY0GDPt58/s320/IMG_3691.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6731073406111818230?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6731073406111818230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6731073406111818230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6731073406111818230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6731073406111818230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/picking-out-not-so-perfect-tree.html' title='Picking Out the (Not-so-Perfect) Tree'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqePXq3s3w8/TtrjLr68cZI/AAAAAAAAC2s/_sGaNK3U5AI/s72-c/IMG_3686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6164072163638106145</id><published>2011-11-26T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:02:35.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>We spent an amazing week in Hilton Head celebrating Thanksgiving with my family. 600+ pictures later and I'm still trying to get organized so I can do the trip justice in a post. As always, I'm playing catch up and will update soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6164072163638106145?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6164072163638106145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6164072163638106145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6164072163638106145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6164072163638106145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-give-thanks.html' title='We Give Thanks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-114919705694414355</id><published>2011-11-21T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:23:53.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the bonuses of going to the Festival of Trees was getting to see Santa! I had no idea he was going to be there so we weren't prepared in our most festive attire by any means, but we took advantage and introduced Nathan anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItuFwVxjoSY/TtQ-_yzp17I/AAAAAAAAC2M/Htj3nKyNySA/s1600/IMG_3270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItuFwVxjoSY/TtQ-_yzp17I/AAAAAAAAC2M/Htj3nKyNySA/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He did a great job! Really, he didn't even act like this was anything out of the norm.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uO9w7rBgIrU/TtQ_IVhWXpI/AAAAAAAAC2U/la_FDVCB9A0/s1600/IMG_3272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uO9w7rBgIrU/TtQ_IVhWXpI/AAAAAAAAC2U/la_FDVCB9A0/s320/IMG_3272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"What's up, Santa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxCt5WsP7Zg/TtQ_QuPa5xI/AAAAAAAAC2c/N8H4llpof58/s1600/IMG_3275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxCt5WsP7Zg/TtQ_QuPa5xI/AAAAAAAAC2c/N8H4llpof58/s320/IMG_3275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was a great Santa with natural beard and all. Plus, he was quite the Southern gentleman, saying "y'all" and making sure I had help carrying the baby down the steps. What a polite Saint Nick!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_rf0MGPrlM/TtQ_Z38uKaI/AAAAAAAAC2k/kuzHeOgsx8g/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_rf0MGPrlM/TtQ_Z38uKaI/AAAAAAAAC2k/kuzHeOgsx8g/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-114919705694414355?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/114919705694414355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=114919705694414355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/114919705694414355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/114919705694414355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItuFwVxjoSY/TtQ-_yzp17I/AAAAAAAAC2M/Htj3nKyNySA/s72-c/IMG_3270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-9218353314398139153</id><published>2011-11-18T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:08:06.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Jess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, catching up a bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In mid-November, my cousin Jess made the trip down from NYC to meet baby Nathan. We grew up together and I basically consider her another sister so I was super excited to have her visit and finally meet the little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We wined and dined each night, as we do with all our guests (makes you want to visit, no?). However, N is getting to an age where dinners out are not so enjoyable and we had to play pass the baby throughout the meal to keep him entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Itru6_6VNfU/TsaxMlT4k8I/AAAAAAAAC1k/Hg3klpzU-2I/s1600/IMG_3264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Itru6_6VNfU/TsaxMlT4k8I/AAAAAAAAC1k/Hg3klpzU-2I/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nevertheless, we had a great time and a yummy meal each time. We even made the walk to Baldwin Park again for dinner one of the nights. I love that we can do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FH74Z_vVcVI/TsaxTYVPGfI/AAAAAAAAC1s/RDF9PX6sBIY/s1600/IMG_3265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FH74Z_vVcVI/TsaxTYVPGfI/AAAAAAAAC1s/RDF9PX6sBIY/s320/IMG_3265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We mostly hung out at the house for the majority of Jess's visit but we did venture out a couple times and saw the Festival of Trees at the Orlando Museum of Art. I thought it would be fun for Nathan to see all the twinkling lights and festive decorations. He seemed pretty amused and we liked viewing all the different holiday ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ccXCIYh2I/TsaxbrwrjHI/AAAAAAAAC10/R1FsLqMoJec/s1600/IMG_3266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ccXCIYh2I/TsaxbrwrjHI/AAAAAAAAC10/R1FsLqMoJec/s320/IMG_3266.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JinMQzze1c/Tsaxkj0u6zI/AAAAAAAAC18/BEjBB32qeSY/s1600/IMG_3279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JinMQzze1c/Tsaxkj0u6zI/AAAAAAAAC18/BEjBB32qeSY/s320/IMG_3279.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were so glad to host Jess and loved giving her practice with taking care of a baby! Haha. She was a great help and we were sad to see her go. Can't wait for the next visit - we'll have to take Nathan to NYC next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZQDRSSXMOc/TsaxrwhUKdI/AAAAAAAAC2E/ISdXkKNllDw/s1600/IMG_3466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZQDRSSXMOc/TsaxrwhUKdI/AAAAAAAAC2E/ISdXkKNllDw/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-9218353314398139153?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/9218353314398139153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=9218353314398139153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/9218353314398139153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/9218353314398139153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-jess.html' title='It&apos;s Jess!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Itru6_6VNfU/TsaxMlT4k8I/AAAAAAAAC1k/Hg3klpzU-2I/s72-c/IMG_3264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2346821740884868262</id><published>2011-11-18T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:22:41.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting More Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier in the month, more family came to visit Nathan and see the new house. Ryan's aunt, cousin from California and her son all made a trip down and we hosted them along with his mom and brother for an evening of catching up and tortellini soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;N loved meeting Shelly and Alden, who was a little bundle of energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNXbMdyLKLs/Trsxn7L9WLI/AAAAAAAAC0M/09dpkWdtP3Q/s1600/IMG_3389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNXbMdyLKLs/Trsxn7L9WLI/AAAAAAAAC0M/09dpkWdtP3Q/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lolly and Uncle Brad got some quality time with the bubs.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWz8cmlSDUQ/TrsxuynyKUI/AAAAAAAAC0U/i7c-IdgXI4o/s1600/IMG_3392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWz8cmlSDUQ/TrsxuynyKUI/AAAAAAAAC0U/i7c-IdgXI4o/s320/IMG_3392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't tell if Jax enjoyed the extra company or if it was too much. Alden made sure she knew which toys to play with, and she took refuge underneath them for a break from the commotion.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rPfRpEedXk/Trsx16nhAYI/AAAAAAAAC0c/k5ALjRVI0SU/s1600/IMG_3394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rPfRpEedXk/Trsx16nhAYI/AAAAAAAAC0c/k5ALjRVI0SU/s320/IMG_3394.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lolly, Nathan and Aunt Anne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIxcbklthHk/Trsx8br6KcI/AAAAAAAAC0k/-siuJM4Q6ro/s1600/IMG_3398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIxcbklthHk/Trsx8br6KcI/AAAAAAAAC0k/-siuJM4Q6ro/s320/IMG_3398.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQAN9OcvbWQ/TrsyDkpRO3I/AAAAAAAAC0s/f62DklI5GyY/s1600/IMG_3416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQAN9OcvbWQ/TrsyDkpRO3I/AAAAAAAAC0s/f62DklI5GyY/s320/IMG_3416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And even Alden got a chance to hold the baby. He seemed pretty proud!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgpTNj75iVQ/TrsyLGyWHAI/AAAAAAAAC00/u70KhnRVlqw/s1600/IMG_3418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgpTNj75iVQ/TrsyLGyWHAI/AAAAAAAAC00/u70KhnRVlqw/s320/IMG_3418.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2346821740884868262?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2346821740884868262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2346821740884868262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2346821740884868262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2346821740884868262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/meeting-more-family.html' title='Meeting More Family'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNXbMdyLKLs/Trsxn7L9WLI/AAAAAAAAC0M/09dpkWdtP3Q/s72-c/IMG_3389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2416082025053753926</id><published>2011-11-10T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:26:00.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Month Well Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, buddy. Nathan was not a happy camper at his latest doctor appointment. Unfortunately, they were running late and we crept into nap time so by the time all the poking and prodding began, he was already a bit crabby. It didn't help that he bonked his head on the scale when his dad placed him on it. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_oxLvbf0N3U/TrsykYoc3qI/AAAAAAAAC08/DWLBZiZJ62s/s1600/IMG_3256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_oxLvbf0N3U/TrsykYoc3qI/AAAAAAAAC08/DWLBZiZJ62s/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our long and lean little fella weighed in at 15 pounds 9 ounces. That places him in the 15th percentile, which is lower than he's ever been. I feel terrible because it confirms my fears that our nursing troubles have not been providing enough nourishment and he hasn't been gaining enough weight. The doctor didn't seem concerned, though, and just told us to give him more calories throughout the day. We're working on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fem0HD0seKc/TrsysJOEecI/AAAAAAAAC1E/1pQHvdjWOrM/s1600/IMG_3257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fem0HD0seKc/TrsysJOEecI/AAAAAAAAC1E/1pQHvdjWOrM/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His head was 17 inches round, which ranked in the 40th percentile. Also lower than previous measurements but not by much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBtO9UOkZ54/Trsyzcq1AcI/AAAAAAAAC1M/vGvdy-UHE84/s1600/IMG_3258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBtO9UOkZ54/Trsyzcq1AcI/AAAAAAAAC1M/vGvdy-UHE84/s320/IMG_3258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His length held steady in the 50th percentile at 26.5 inches. It seems all the nutrients he is taking in are going to his growing bones rather than baby fat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuWlmIkBM_4/Trsy8XgrP8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/g2kft45w4PA/s1600/IMG_3260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuWlmIkBM_4/Trsy8XgrP8I/AAAAAAAAC1U/g2kft45w4PA/s320/IMG_3260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He got four shots, including a flu booster that we'll have to go back for round two in a month. He definitely didn't shriek as loud as previous visits but he was still very upset by it. It still breaks my heart to watch him go through it.&amp;nbsp;Poor thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCmzdwUsi3E/TrszDzaVVnI/AAAAAAAAC1c/ffOgu2aBEsY/s1600/IMG_3261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCmzdwUsi3E/TrszDzaVVnI/AAAAAAAAC1c/ffOgu2aBEsY/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But he pulled through and was passed out in his carseat before we even got back in the car to go home. Overall, a clean bill of health and a good check-up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2416082025053753926?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2416082025053753926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2416082025053753926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2416082025053753926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2416082025053753926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/six-month-well-visit.html' title='Six Month Well Visit'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_oxLvbf0N3U/TrsykYoc3qI/AAAAAAAAC08/DWLBZiZJ62s/s72-c/IMG_3256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6672034630673198706</id><published>2011-11-09T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:09:15.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan, you are six months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXWE9rGoXV4/TrmNjeySh9I/AAAAAAAACzM/kvqUc6YWzE8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXWE9rGoXV4/TrmNjeySh9I/AAAAAAAACzM/kvqUc6YWzE8/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's amazing how quickly half a year has flown by and yet I can't remember life before you came. I love getting to spend every day with you and although it can be trying at times, I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFymuo0r84w/TrmN-gGLf3I/AAAAAAAACzk/VG9mycRrbzA/s1600/IMG_3217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFymuo0r84w/TrmN-gGLf3I/AAAAAAAACzk/VG9mycRrbzA/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You are such a doll and everywhere we go everyone just eats you up. You continue to show a silly, happy side and a quieter, more contemplative side depending on your mood. You crack up in the cutest belly laugh when we make silly noises at you. You've even started giggling at Jax, which is so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI5-o5K_QdQ/TrmNvrcWVuI/AAAAAAAACzU/MnMLp3Sdvd4/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI5-o5K_QdQ/TrmNvrcWVuI/AAAAAAAACzU/MnMLp3Sdvd4/s320/006.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You have shown us you &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; roll over but just don't seem that interested in it. You're also able to sit up in a "tripod" for a few seconds before toppling over. Otherwise, you're still content to lay on your back on your activity mat with all your toys. You also love the exersauser and jumperoo. You ride on my hip now when I carry you - always wanting to see where we are and where we're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoWk8hEBuYw/TrmOFgrP1FI/AAAAAAAACzs/88rD69DznnM/s1600/IMG_3385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoWk8hEBuYw/TrmOFgrP1FI/AAAAAAAACzs/88rD69DznnM/s320/IMG_3385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nursing has gone from bad to worse and it's been a struggle to have you eat so we've been supplementing with formula for about a month now. You take a bedtime bottle consistently and smaller ones here and there when you need them. Thankfully, you're great at eating solids twice a day and have liked everything you've tried. A funny habit you've started is to put your hands up to your mouth with every bite (see above), which makes for quite a mess!&amp;nbsp;You've also started reaching for my cup of water and I've let you take sips here and there but you get pretty wet.&amp;nbsp;You now get a bath every night to clean up from the day, and it's become part of our bedtime routine again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WngnuHjh0QM/TrmN3-lyOuI/AAAAAAAACzc/8DoaO-UAakA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WngnuHjh0QM/TrmN3-lyOuI/AAAAAAAACzc/8DoaO-UAakA/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is elusive for us both and you're still up anywhere from 3 to 6 times a night. Most of the time it just takes your pacifier and you're back out so I'm anxiously waiting for you to learn to replace it yourself! Naps are getting longer, though, and at more consistent times. You usually wake between 7 and 8 and go back down an hour and a half later, up around lunch time for a couple hours, down again in the afternoon and sometimes up until bedtime, although you may take one more nap in the evening if you need it (and are willing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSd2zTGJD6c/TrmOM-gWv-I/AAAAAAAACz0/gprA1yqg00w/s1600/IMG_3433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSd2zTGJD6c/TrmOM-gWv-I/AAAAAAAACz0/gprA1yqg00w/s320/IMG_3433.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Two little tooth buds have been causing quite the stir in our lives and I can finally see the whites about to pop through! It could be any day now or it could still be weeks. We'll just wait and in the meantime, you'll bring anything you can grasp to your mouth to chew on. It's pretty humorous to see what you'll try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNV3LCiq7Hs/TrmOU9STKUI/AAAAAAAACz8/GbZTPuoeTXk/s1600/IMG_3447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNV3LCiq7Hs/TrmOU9STKUI/AAAAAAAACz8/GbZTPuoeTXk/s320/IMG_3447.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The last six months have been a blur but all I know is that my heart swells with love each day that I'm your mom and it just keeps getting better and better. You are so fun to watch and I can't wait to see what the next month brings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love you, baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNJ-aOkZL_w/TrmOcCMau7I/AAAAAAAAC0E/O9Z1LJuZ_Bo/s1600/IMG_3462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNJ-aOkZL_w/TrmOcCMau7I/AAAAAAAAC0E/O9Z1LJuZ_Bo/s320/IMG_3462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Month Stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 15.5 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diapers: size 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clothes: 3-6 months and 6 months for day, 6 months and 9 months for pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6672034630673198706?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6672034630673198706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6672034630673198706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6672034630673198706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6672034630673198706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/6-months.html' title='Six Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXWE9rGoXV4/TrmNjeySh9I/AAAAAAAACzM/kvqUc6YWzE8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-345536082113922840</id><published>2011-11-07T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:16:00.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Solids</title><content type='html'>Nathan has been doing great, eating solids twice a day for the past couple of weeks now. The boy loves to eat! So far we've tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet potatoes (they were tolerable the first couple tries and then he started gagging)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;avocado (seemed to work until he broke out in a rash so we stopped those fast)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;banana (loved them but they were a bit too binding)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;butternut squash (LOVED them! gobbled them up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peas (enjoyed them but what a mess!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're now on a combo of sweet potato and squash until I make the next new batch - pears. His 6 month well visit is this week so we'll see how the doctor thinks he's doing and go from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also introduced a sippy cup with water. I've tried one with a straw and one without but I am pretty sure he doesn't get any in either way. It's funny to watch him try, though! In the meantime, he loves taking sips from my cup. I don't appreciate the drooly backwash but it's cute to see him reach for it and open wide for a taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-345536082113922840?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/345536082113922840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=345536082113922840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/345536082113922840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/345536082113922840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/update-on-solids.html' title='Update on Solids'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-9187653905702744909</id><published>2011-11-06T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:58:26.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;While they were in town, Kelly had the brilliant idea to make the boys matching onesies for Thanksgiving so after a trip to the fabric store, we set to work in our holiday sweat shop (aka, my kitchen and dining room).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJlpOx_dSYs/Tq9UGqXd0cI/AAAAAAAACnU/O-30E8V4N4c/s1600/IMG_3317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJlpOx_dSYs/Tq9UGqXd0cI/AAAAAAAACnU/O-30E8V4N4c/s320/IMG_3317.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving expanded to Halloween and Christmas and before you knew it, we had a trio of onesies ready to be sewn. So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3c1W06pXE/Tq9UNHYkr9I/AAAAAAAACnc/pbqKVF0cZLo/s1600/IMG_3319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3c1W06pXE/Tq9UNHYkr9I/AAAAAAAACnc/pbqKVF0cZLo/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my mom is an expert at the sewing machine and after mastering the applique herself, she let us take a turn. I am very grateful to have her as a tutor as my sewing skills are a bit lacking and can be quite sloppy to say the least. Maybe not anymore though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j66_Pv5aR3M/Tq9Udlz9_fI/AAAAAAAACns/9oSiJfXqO2k/s1600/IMG_3325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j66_Pv5aR3M/Tq9Udlz9_fI/AAAAAAAACns/9oSiJfXqO2k/s320/IMG_3325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pi1gmyra7nI/Tq9Uk70S-zI/AAAAAAAACn0/53WHRz-at1E/s1600/IMG_3326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pi1gmyra7nI/Tq9Uk70S-zI/AAAAAAAACn0/53WHRz-at1E/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys, modeling our first creations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btA-DS2ag9w/Tq9Uxa5CYbI/AAAAAAAACn8/VxsZpg53UOY/s1600/153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btA-DS2ag9w/Tq9Uxa5CYbI/AAAAAAAACn8/VxsZpg53UOY/s320/153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Such a cute idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zcBqgCdsv8/Tq9U8dKn2EI/AAAAAAAACoE/Ykc6_GgrXSg/s1600/215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zcBqgCdsv8/Tq9U8dKn2EI/AAAAAAAACoE/Ykc6_GgrXSg/s320/215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, this may be my next new business venture! Well, at least I can make N some unique, handmade outfits in the meantime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-603345590535182?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/603345590535182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=603345590535182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/603345590535182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/603345590535182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-crafting.html' title='Holiday Crafting'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJlpOx_dSYs/Tq9UGqXd0cI/AAAAAAAACnU/O-30E8V4N4c/s72-c/IMG_3317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4492242603066228783</id><published>2011-11-03T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:03:01.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Hattie, Aunt Kelly and C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you haven't heard me say it before, I LOVE my family and absolutely love that we can visit with each other even though we live a state apart. My mom, sister and nephew decided to make a trip down last week and we got to spend 5 days hanging out and being together. It was heaven! We didn't have anything in particular planned and just enjoyed shopping, crafting and playing with the babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Here cuz, let me show you how to do it" - cousin C helping N with his toys. He is such a good helper!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj0qhhJfqd4/Tq9OcPRWy0I/AAAAAAAACl8/f7iImlYn3Cw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj0qhhJfqd4/Tq9OcPRWy0I/AAAAAAAACl8/f7iImlYn3Cw/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MglWw7_OQd4/Tq9OpFOpVFI/AAAAAAAACmE/bTZQhtfWCWQ/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MglWw7_OQd4/Tq9OpFOpVFI/AAAAAAAACmE/bTZQhtfWCWQ/s320/020.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing a seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9m-7uunR81g/Tq9O1dmFwhI/AAAAAAAACmM/NgveqPfJtFg/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9m-7uunR81g/Tq9O1dmFwhI/AAAAAAAACmM/NgveqPfJtFg/s320/030.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Kel and the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCtAa0sR1Dg/Tq9PArI_KzI/AAAAAAAACmU/WXKsJdXJNG8/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCtAa0sR1Dg/Tq9PArI_KzI/AAAAAAAACmU/WXKsJdXJNG8/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent lots of time outside blowing bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mE5oIXZZHXM/Tq9PLBI6VPI/AAAAAAAACmc/kM19x44lg9c/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mE5oIXZZHXM/Tq9PLBI6VPI/AAAAAAAACmc/kM19x44lg9c/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And tried our best at photoshoots&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(it's inevitable that at least one boy is crying when the four of us are posing together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS3eKpH-NZk/Tq9PWvC6HVI/AAAAAAAACmk/BAlcfiOZLuo/s1600/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS3eKpH-NZk/Tq9PWvC6HVI/AAAAAAAACmk/BAlcfiOZLuo/s320/131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We walked to Baldwin Park two of the nights for dinner. The weather was great and it was less than 2 miles each way. Not a bad way to work off dinner! I am so overjoyed to be in a neighborhood within walking distance of restaurants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9DO1GYwqrc/Tq9Pf73HFsI/AAAAAAAACms/NKbvhAbWR20/s1600/IMG_3239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9DO1GYwqrc/Tq9Pf73HFsI/AAAAAAAACms/NKbvhAbWR20/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carter devoured the queso on our second dining trip out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNI57_qGjUQ/Tq9PndphFAI/AAAAAAAACm0/-W3tG_qTUqQ/s1600/IMG_3242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNI57_qGjUQ/Tq9PndphFAI/AAAAAAAACm0/-W3tG_qTUqQ/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Cheers Hattie" - C enjoyed his water while Hattie sipped on a yummy Pina Mojito&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEt9_PUqc5w/Tq9Pt7FO8jI/AAAAAAAACm8/mJOLg5v3BB4/s1600/IMG_3244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEt9_PUqc5w/Tq9Pt7FO8jI/AAAAAAAACm8/mJOLg5v3BB4/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get a pic of Hattie with her boys. N was clearly not having it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FxneZQ_z3I/Tq9P1NENr8I/AAAAAAAACnE/-vfcE9mCj40/s1600/IMG_3250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FxneZQ_z3I/Tq9P1NENr8I/AAAAAAAACnE/-vfcE9mCj40/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So glad Kel and I can share in raising our boys together!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULuyPY7a6qI/Tq9P9A7lMuI/AAAAAAAACnM/j3NeXZswC8E/s1600/IMG_3253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULuyPY7a6qI/Tq9P9A7lMuI/AAAAAAAACnM/j3NeXZswC8E/s320/IMG_3253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always it was a fabulous trip and I had an amazing time hosting. I'm already counting down to the next visit and can't wait to see the boys together. Each time they interact more and more and it's so amazing to see N light up at Carter. So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4492242603066228783?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4492242603066228783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4492242603066228783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4492242603066228783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4492242603066228783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/visit-from-hattie-aunt-kelly-and-c.html' title='A Visit from Hattie, Aunt Kelly and C'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj0qhhJfqd4/Tq9OcPRWy0I/AAAAAAAACl8/f7iImlYn3Cw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8298645845953440834</id><published>2011-11-02T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:16:00.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan got to celebrate his first Georgia/Florida game this weekend - the first of many "house divided" match-ups he'll face in his lifetime, I'm sure. We didn't end up having the big party we expected but it was nice to have a low key weekend with some friends over to watch the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgKZEkmbBa8/Tq9F7N2NcKI/AAAAAAAACk8/Zwnx0Smg014/s1600/IMG_3339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgKZEkmbBa8/Tq9F7N2NcKI/AAAAAAAACk8/Zwnx0Smg014/s320/IMG_3339.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate the big game, I had to paint him a customized onesie. I am pretty proud of the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIZ3Wxgwu8I/Tq9GCr8f4kI/AAAAAAAAClE/45qn953FIAk/s1600/IMG_3346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIZ3Wxgwu8I/Tq9GCr8f4kI/AAAAAAAAClE/45qn953FIAk/s320/IMG_3346.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm even more proud of the outcome of the game! Nathan's first and the bulldogs pulled out a win! Let's hope he's our little good luck charm and the tables have turned for us against the gators. Go Dawgs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1Vu009wtYY/Tq9GaCI3JBI/AAAAAAAAClM/Gl815KEbt8E/s1600/IMG_3343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1Vu009wtYY/Tq9GaCI3JBI/AAAAAAAAClM/Gl815KEbt8E/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8298645845953440834?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8298645845953440834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8298645845953440834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8298645845953440834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8298645845953440834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/worlds-largest-outdoor-cocktail-party.html' title='The World&apos;s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgKZEkmbBa8/Tq9F7N2NcKI/AAAAAAAACk8/Zwnx0Smg014/s72-c/IMG_3339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-5451737464083721976</id><published>2011-11-01T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:30:01.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween with the Breakfast Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the gals from Breakfast Club invited all of us over to her house to celebrate Halloween with the babies. They had quite the set up with their entire front yard fenced off and ready to host trick or treaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV1IFLex_s8/Tq9JB5LVRyI/AAAAAAAAClU/gs3bPOYs7Y0/s1600/IMG_3353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV1IFLex_s8/Tq9JB5LVRyI/AAAAAAAAClU/gs3bPOYs7Y0/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so thankful to have met this group of ladies and their little ones so we can experience special memories like this! It's so nice to know other new moms and have a group to hang out with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp0rgRKt8qQ/Tq9JIoUB_vI/AAAAAAAAClc/tPqlj3S1xwk/s1600/IMG_3358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp0rgRKt8qQ/Tq9JIoUB_vI/AAAAAAAAClc/tPqlj3S1xwk/s320/IMG_3358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was tough to get a group shot but we got all of the boys together, looking so cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson as Superman, Tyler as Tigger and our little monkey, Nathan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPxLH4Y3N08/Tq9JPh_qX-I/AAAAAAAAClk/LWwlsSwRGGM/s1600/IMG_3369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPxLH4Y3N08/Tq9JPh_qX-I/AAAAAAAAClk/LWwlsSwRGGM/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadley joined in so we got half of the group. It was so fun to see the babies all dressed up and they all did so well in their costumes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEOwqCTLAqM/Tq9JYGlO-6I/AAAAAAAACls/peCBROqYf2g/s1600/IMG_3376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEOwqCTLAqM/Tq9JYGlO-6I/AAAAAAAACls/peCBROqYf2g/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am really excited to celebrating more holidays as our little family of three. Halloween was a fun night and I just know there are so many more memories to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJsQVGr7aXI/Tq9JezdzisI/AAAAAAAACl0/ZPYS2hjX3II/s1600/IMG_3380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJsQVGr7aXI/Tq9JezdzisI/AAAAAAAACl0/ZPYS2hjX3II/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-5451737464083721976?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5451737464083721976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=5451737464083721976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5451737464083721976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5451737464083721976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-with-breakfast-club.html' title='Halloween with the Breakfast Club'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV1IFLex_s8/Tq9JB5LVRyI/AAAAAAAAClU/gs3bPOYs7Y0/s72-c/IMG_3353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2979200800273013534</id><published>2011-10-31T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:24:23.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39N3wFByaok/Tq8Pt4N8LoI/AAAAAAAACks/t-pu-iDPxtY/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39N3wFByaok/Tq8Pt4N8LoI/AAAAAAAACks/t-pu-iDPxtY/s320/IMG_3349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We've called Nathan a monkey since the beginning - it started in the hospital and it stuck! So what better costume for Halloween than a little monkey?! My mom sewed it and did an excellent job, even altering it on her trip down here because our slim little one was too small for it. I have to admit, I think he's the cutest monkey you'll ever see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-inWnACNrNG8/Tq8P1k2tL2I/AAAAAAAACk0/tXwLPgpB5bQ/s1600/IMG_3350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-inWnACNrNG8/Tq8P1k2tL2I/AAAAAAAACk0/tXwLPgpB5bQ/s320/IMG_3350.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a very Happy Halloween! (And here's hoping we get some trick or treaters, or we'll be left with way too much candy and I'll gain 50 pounds trying to clear it all out!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2979200800273013534?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2979200800273013534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2979200800273013534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2979200800273013534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2979200800273013534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39N3wFByaok/Tq8Pt4N8LoI/AAAAAAAACks/t-pu-iDPxtY/s72-c/IMG_3349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4635817510826792380</id><published>2011-10-28T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:51:39.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosting Breakfast Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan and I had the pleasure of hosting our breakfast club last week at the new house! We get together with a fabulous group of girls and their babies each Wednesday for breakfast and as the kiddos have gotten older, it's been easier to meet at each others' houses rather than eat out. I was waiting for our move before inviting everyone over and I'm so glad we finally had the opportunity to host!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOFoCIVrAIA/TqtTq-HbDkI/AAAAAAAACj8/VRglanfn_eA/s1600/IMG_3288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOFoCIVrAIA/TqtTq-HbDkI/AAAAAAAACj8/VRglanfn_eA/s320/IMG_3288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made a yummy casserole with croissant roll crust, sausage and eggs and served it with fruit salad and blueberry muffins. The food was all set out and the coffee was ready for everyone's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RMQiiaJEnKI/TqtTzU2_-1I/AAAAAAAACkE/PG9MjCNqmxE/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RMQiiaJEnKI/TqtTzU2_-1I/AAAAAAAACkE/PG9MjCNqmxE/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan was excited to see his friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm9H0JQkAlw/TqtT6SAkvoI/AAAAAAAACkM/Yot5eKg1oao/s1600/IMG_3291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm9H0JQkAlw/TqtT6SAkvoI/AAAAAAAACkM/Yot5eKg1oao/s320/IMG_3291.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We missed Kelsey and Coleson (12 months) but everyone else made it. Brinkley (13 months), Dorothy (aka Dory, 10 months), Nathan (5 months), Hadley (10 months), Tyler (6 months) and Henley (22 months).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjy3464k8G4/TqtUBvmWfWI/AAAAAAAACkU/K8P1HPFzUUU/s1600/IMG_3294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjy3464k8G4/TqtUBvmWfWI/AAAAAAAACkU/K8P1HPFzUUU/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan, surrounded by older ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEm-jsvqTNE/TqtUJBevkTI/AAAAAAAACkc/n46777C48w8/s1600/IMG_3298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEm-jsvqTNE/TqtUJBevkTI/AAAAAAAACkc/n46777C48w8/s320/IMG_3298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler had fun touring Brinkley and Henley around on N's exersaucer. I think our breakfast was a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1RbulTpnaY/TqtUPna4dTI/AAAAAAAACkk/xxZ7XG55HKA/s1600/IMG_3305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1RbulTpnaY/TqtUPna4dTI/AAAAAAAACkk/xxZ7XG55HKA/s320/IMG_3305.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4635817510826792380?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4635817510826792380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4635817510826792380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4635817510826792380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4635817510826792380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/hosting-breakfast-club.html' title='Hosting Breakfast Club'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOFoCIVrAIA/TqtTq-HbDkI/AAAAAAAACj8/VRglanfn_eA/s72-c/IMG_3288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4217250244330054400</id><published>2011-10-20T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:06:00.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solids - Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Wait, we're trying this again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HUm-hxpPxk/Tpw-uXQw3ZI/AAAAAAAACjc/EX_ZJqdWRY4/s1600/IMG_3284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HUm-hxpPxk/Tpw-uXQw3ZI/AAAAAAAACjc/EX_ZJqdWRY4/s320/IMG_3284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, all right, I guess I'm okay with that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNgxbjbEPUw/Tpw-12lFasI/AAAAAAAACjk/u_l368FVY5Y/s1600/IMG_3285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KNgxbjbEPUw/Tpw-12lFasI/AAAAAAAACjk/u_l368FVY5Y/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oooh! These taste funny!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Cv530Wwjfg/Tpw-82yFD5I/AAAAAAAACjs/RgvBsYyNfiM/s1600/IMG_3286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Cv530Wwjfg/Tpw-82yFD5I/AAAAAAAACjs/RgvBsYyNfiM/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah, I'm not too sure about this new food business."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dAxO5j7e_M/Tpw_EXSKveI/AAAAAAAACj0/gIh8Q1qxC9E/s1600/IMG_3287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dAxO5j7e_M/Tpw_EXSKveI/AAAAAAAACj0/gIh8Q1qxC9E/s320/IMG_3287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4217250244330054400?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4217250244330054400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4217250244330054400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4217250244330054400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4217250244330054400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/solids-day-two.html' title='Solids - Day Two'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HUm-hxpPxk/Tpw-uXQw3ZI/AAAAAAAACjc/EX_ZJqdWRY4/s72-c/IMG_3284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1179000360200365562</id><published>2011-10-19T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:40:00.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Solids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got the all-clear to start Nathan on solids at his 4 month well visit but with so much going on I wanted to wait a bit before taking the plunge. I also didn't feel like he was showing the signs that he was ready but in the last couple of weeks he's been more interested when we eat and started to seem like he wanted more than just breast milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So on Saturday morning, I whipped up a nice little batch of steamed, pureed sweet potatoes in the Beaba Babycook and we gave it a shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAsFsTw21ug/TptnTvxFr1I/AAAAAAAACis/8ydK0K61V0c/s1600/IMG_3252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAsFsTw21ug/TptnTvxFr1I/AAAAAAAACis/8ydK0K61V0c/s320/IMG_3252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first time he sat in his high chair, too. Maybe we should have tried that out a few times first so he felt more comfortable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMjKf4cSYk/Tptna37mTFI/AAAAAAAACi0/EKMQSqEi99U/s1600/IMG_3254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMjKf4cSYk/Tptna37mTFI/AAAAAAAACi0/EKMQSqEi99U/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Hmmm...what is this orange stuff you're putting in my face?"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4iJtbZoiIU/TptniAJ3E0I/AAAAAAAACi8/J4xZCDxori0/s1600/IMG_3257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4iJtbZoiIU/TptniAJ3E0I/AAAAAAAACi8/J4xZCDxori0/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rbmj-Wpeyo/Tpw8HuHJQLI/AAAAAAAACjE/de2jGG1W9DE/s1600/IMG_3259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rbmj-Wpeyo/Tpw8HuHJQLI/AAAAAAAACjE/de2jGG1W9DE/s320/IMG_3259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I guess I'll give it another try."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl_mNKvwCyk/Tpw8OtT0m5I/AAAAAAAACjM/v9sx1DQ_uuw/s1600/IMG_3261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl_mNKvwCyk/Tpw8OtT0m5I/AAAAAAAACjM/v9sx1DQ_uuw/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Nah, I don't really want it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_IJ8i0zk60/Tpw8WFRf6bI/AAAAAAAACjU/Qcnsi-blLT0/s1600/IMG_3271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_IJ8i0zk60/Tpw8WFRf6bI/AAAAAAAACjU/Qcnsi-blLT0/s320/IMG_3271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think more wound up on his bib, face and hands than actually went in his mouth but it was a good first attempt. He didn't love it but he didn't seem to hate it, either. He was more just confused and uncertain - most bites were slowly pushed out in a pool of drool. None the less we're ready to keep trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1179000360200365562?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1179000360200365562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1179000360200365562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1179000360200365562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1179000360200365562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/starting-solids.html' title='Starting Solids'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAsFsTw21ug/TptnTvxFr1I/AAAAAAAACis/8ydK0K61V0c/s72-c/IMG_3252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7352395390410702412</id><published>2011-10-18T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:00:13.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On October 18, 2008, I married my best friend.&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-ash1/v356/17/59/4947339/n4947339_44965428_7430.jpg?dl=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a magical day and a picture perfect way to start our life together. I still think our wedding was the best one I've ever been to (of course!) and I can't believe it's been three years since we celebrated that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through a lot since then and I can honestly say that I never thought marriage would take as much work as it has but I am so thankful for the man by my side and all the love he gives me. Having a new baby can definitely test even the strongest bonds but it also shows you why you chose the partner you did to spend your life with and I count my blessings every day to be sharing this adventure with my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a lifetime together. I love you so much, babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7352395390410702412?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7352395390410702412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7352395390410702412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7352395390410702412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7352395390410702412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4672958010649659361</id><published>2011-10-17T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:06:00.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the local churches holds a pumpkin patch each year and even though he won't remember it, I wanted to take Nathan to commemorate his first fall and Halloween season. I bought a smocked longall in an auction on Facebook (which, by the way, was a super stressful experience!). It ended up being HUGE but I had to take advantage and dressed him in it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWy2JHfmLI0/Tptfq7XedLI/AAAAAAAACh8/hsJVz_hIHF8/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWy2JHfmLI0/Tptfq7XedLI/AAAAAAAACh8/hsJVz_hIHF8/s320/IMG_3224.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a cool(ish) morning and there were tons of pumpkins of all sizes. They even had green warty ones and white striped ones. So pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSBRnnhuDcQ/TptfzYGFeFI/AAAAAAAACiE/8tocZudQYJ8/s1600/IMG_3230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSBRnnhuDcQ/TptfzYGFeFI/AAAAAAAACiE/8tocZudQYJ8/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;N can't really sit up yet but the pumpkins came in handy in propping him up. Too bad it was pretty bright and glarey, because the poor guy wouldn't crack a smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFiWZlnvr7Q/Tptf8ACEnaI/AAAAAAAACiM/ZaU6ld-9rhU/s1600/IMG_3235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFiWZlnvr7Q/Tptf8ACEnaI/AAAAAAAACiM/ZaU6ld-9rhU/s320/IMG_3235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was enthralled with the sights of all the pumpkins and kids running round and wouldn't be bothered with looking at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-NQq76o48c/TptgD0_vcWI/AAAAAAAACiU/QaFbdwH4iuU/s1600/IMG_3240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-NQq76o48c/TptgD0_vcWI/AAAAAAAACiU/QaFbdwH4iuU/s320/IMG_3240.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We even tried to stick him in a wheelbarrow with our selects, but he was way too intrigued with the hay to even look up. I'm pretty sure a few strands wound up in his mouth. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rrgtE4dJnQ/TptgVsJcphI/AAAAAAAACik/MVqm_Z5ihUg/s1600/IMG_3248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rrgtE4dJnQ/TptgVsJcphI/AAAAAAAACik/MVqm_Z5ihUg/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We made it out with three pumpkins - one for each of us. Not the authentic farm experience I would have wanted but it was a fun family outing. I warned Ryan, though - next year we're going to a real pumpkin patch. We'll see if that pans out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFS8-x9GMYQ/TptgNnboqNI/AAAAAAAACic/vEXuyTmLc5A/s1600/IMG_3246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFS8-x9GMYQ/TptgNnboqNI/AAAAAAAACic/vEXuyTmLc5A/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4672958010649659361?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4672958010649659361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4672958010649659361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4672958010649659361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4672958010649659361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWy2JHfmLI0/Tptfq7XedLI/AAAAAAAACh8/hsJVz_hIHF8/s72-c/IMG_3224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8768602694637663374</id><published>2011-10-16T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:46:36.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An exciting sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's always exciting when this is parked at the end of your driveway...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTNfa_rZCVM/TptStmo0uaI/AAAAAAAACh0/HB1v8VHCDKs/s1600/IMG_3222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTNfa_rZCVM/TptStmo0uaI/AAAAAAAACh0/HB1v8VHCDKs/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our new couch and sofa arrived from PB last week and they look fantastic! I'll wait for the family room to be more put together to post pics, though. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8768602694637663374?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8768602694637663374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8768602694637663374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8768602694637663374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8768602694637663374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/exciting-site.html' title='An exciting sight'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTNfa_rZCVM/TptStmo0uaI/AAAAAAAACh0/HB1v8VHCDKs/s72-c/IMG_3222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8811965216101125485</id><published>2011-10-16T17:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:42:31.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Moving is a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even more challenging while trying to keep a 5-month old entertained, fed and well rested in between trips to the new house, appointments with contractors and packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz1c387MFAM/TpT24n_GiiI/AAAAAAAAChU/dnOBR1CIfOk/s1600/IMG_3159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz1c387MFAM/TpT24n_GiiI/AAAAAAAAChU/dnOBR1CIfOk/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan was a trooper during the whole process and kept me company on numerous trips back and forth between houses to get everything set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vg6_uN_3ma8/TpT3AIkBAOI/AAAAAAAAChc/2t7DJA6b8Lw/s1600/IMG_3178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vg6_uN_3ma8/TpT3AIkBAOI/AAAAAAAAChc/2t7DJA6b8Lw/s320/IMG_3178.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the big move we had some help from N's Lolly and Aunt Sarah. Thank goodness, or I would have had my hands full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zf3nW09F_Hg/TpT3HQqPVoI/AAAAAAAAChk/oJnoNwf1Asw/s1600/IMG_3188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zf3nW09F_Hg/TpT3HQqPVoI/AAAAAAAAChk/oJnoNwf1Asw/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of effort but we're all settled in now and I am so glad the moving part is over. I am so thankful to have a new house to make our home and can't wait to enjoy our new space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8811965216101125485?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8811965216101125485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8811965216101125485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8811965216101125485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8811965216101125485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz1c387MFAM/TpT24n_GiiI/AAAAAAAAChU/dnOBR1CIfOk/s72-c/IMG_3159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-5411320250529563663</id><published>2011-10-11T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:56:14.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to The Yards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was named "The Yards" before I ever entered the picture. A nickname the boys coined after Camden Yards, the baseball stadium in Baltimore, since the house was on Baltimore Drive. It stuck and our home was fondly referred to as The Yards the whole time we lived there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a good house. The source of countless memories over the years and the start of our life together.&amp;nbsp;Not necessarily what I would have picked had I been given the choice but it grew on me and I worked hard over the three and a half years I was there to make it "ours".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As we drove away from collecting the random items that didn't make it onto the moving truck, I teared up thinking of all that happened in that house. We shared our first kiss there. We were engaged and then married while living there. We brought our dear puppy, Jax, home there. And of course, we brought our sweet baby boy home there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All the parties and puppy play dates and family dinners will be remembered dearly in my heart. 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text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan, you are five months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's as if in the past four weeks you have awakened and I can see the wheels turning in your head as you process your surroundings and your new abilities. Toys are more interesting and everything is a new discovery. You seemed to have grown up so much in such a short amount of time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCvDgublUH8/TpJClqUT6XI/AAAAAAAACfA/zX_nSoxrlnk/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCvDgublUH8/TpJClqUT6XI/AAAAAAAACfA/zX_nSoxrlnk/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You are such a sweet boy and so happy (for the most part). You'll share a gummy smile with anyone that looks in your direction and we're able to get you chuckling more and more. But you also play coy and like to bury your head in my shoulder when people smile at you. It's very endearing! You've shown a bit of stranger anxiety already, though, and&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;only your mama (and your ever present pacifier) can soothe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEvcYqENuWo/TpJCecBoGMI/AAAAAAAACe8/Qz4IGQ_hhCM/s1600/IMG_3119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEvcYqENuWo/TpJCecBoGMI/AAAAAAAACe8/Qz4IGQ_hhCM/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to teeth like crazy, as evidenced by the constant line of drool hanging from your mouth and your soaked clothes. You'll chew on anything you can get your hands on, which includes a lot more these days as you're becoming an expert at holding and picking things up. No signs of those first pearly whites yet so we'll see how long they take to pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Caiq9Portk0/TpJCsqpQcWI/AAAAAAAACfE/bTp4GoSB_Wo/s1600/IMG_3167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Caiq9Portk0/TpJCsqpQcWI/AAAAAAAACfE/bTp4GoSB_Wo/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy holding your toes and rocking back and forth. It makes diaper changes pretty challenging! You haven't fully rolled over on your own just yet but you're getting so close. We &amp;nbsp;thought you were going to do it on your five-month birthday but those little arms couldn't quite get loose and you kept rolling back. It'll happen soon, I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhtxD6uF4I4/TpJC06PCWhI/AAAAAAAACfI/ltKgKhZeYXY/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhtxD6uF4I4/TpJC06PCWhI/AAAAAAAACfI/ltKgKhZeYXY/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sitting up so much taller and stronger these days. In fact, you've started to like riding on my hips rather than up on my shoulder so you can see where we're going and what's happening in front of you. Ever the observer. You also love to stand and start to fuss if you sit for too long. You have strong little legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gk-40ofZ6PI/TpJC7r3AR6I/AAAAAAAACfM/NxmkLnz3xBQ/s1600/IMG_3177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gk-40ofZ6PI/TpJC7r3AR6I/AAAAAAAACfM/NxmkLnz3xBQ/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meals have gotten a bit challenging lately because you get very distracted - by sounds in the room, the patterns on your burp rags and clothes, and even your hands. You eat every three hours on average and when we can get a good session it's still about thirty minutes long. We're going to start solids in the next week, though, because I think you are ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyzh6HabLig/TpJDCzxGKYI/AAAAAAAACfQ/4jmFABLejJE/s1600/IMG_3194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyzh6HabLig/TpJDCzxGKYI/AAAAAAAACfQ/4jmFABLejJE/s320/IMG_3194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You teased us with several nights of sleeping 9-10 hours but those are a distant memory as you've reverted back to waking a few times, even 4-6 times, each night. You don't nap very long, either. There is just too much going on that you don't want to miss out! I'm happy if I can get you to sleep for 45 minutes to an hour each nap, which happen about an hour and forty five minutes to two hours after you eat. You've fallen asleep during tummy time a few times now and those seem to be the best naps if I can catch it right at the precise time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3-6YA16uo/TpJDJxUykAI/AAAAAAAACfU/jvxEhonxyAA/s1600/IMG_3198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3-6YA16uo/TpJDJxUykAI/AAAAAAAACfU/jvxEhonxyAA/s320/IMG_3198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart grows more and more each month as we spend more time together. I am so blessed to be your mama and to have the privilege of raising you along side your dad. We love you so much little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJSbnwnaPcw/TpJDSbBOxmI/AAAAAAAACfY/lrC7fTTcD-A/s1600/IMG_3208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJSbnwnaPcw/TpJDSbBOxmI/AAAAAAAACfY/lrC7fTTcD-A/s320/IMG_3208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five Month Stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: not sure, we need to check it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diapers: size 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clothes: mostly 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8121208296414639479?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8121208296414639479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8121208296414639479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8121208296414639479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8121208296414639479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-months.html' title='Five Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCvDgublUH8/TpJClqUT6XI/AAAAAAAACfA/zX_nSoxrlnk/s72-c/IMG_3162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-9107837765853880260</id><published>2011-10-06T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:28:00.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I mentioned how much I love this guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKbBpyBfAUM/ToeFxP4xLlI/AAAAAAAACeQ/No4GGYU18Cc/s320/IMG_3107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-9107837765853880260?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/9107837765853880260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=9107837765853880260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/9107837765853880260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/9107837765853880260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-i-mentioned-how-much-i-love-this.html' title='Have I mentioned how much I love this guy?'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omhcM5Gfgeo/ToeFiKcmDzI/AAAAAAAACeI/zUU95gKyrpY/s72-c/IMG_3098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8987804646947432247</id><published>2011-10-03T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:37:00.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EBF</title><content type='html'>I have a love/hate relationship with breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the love side, I know it's the best nutrition for Nathan and he seems to be growing and thriving on it. I enjoy(ed) the close bond and quiet time with him. And hey, let's be honest - it's been awesome at taking the post-pregnancy weight off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all along it's been a struggle. I must be one of the lucky ones prone to clogged ducts because I get one almost every other day - no joke. Nathan is sensitive to dairy so I've had to change my diet and even still I wonder if what I'm consuming is negatively affecting him. And lately my sweet, quiet, sleepy boy has "woken up" and everything seems more interesting than eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each feeding has become a battle of trying to keep his attention while calming his cries and shrieks when he falls off. He'll arch his back, rear his head and stiffen his entire body while getting frantic. I never know if he's had enough and it has me going crazy wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I producing enough milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I starving him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something else wrong keeping him from eating well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just a phase as teething gets worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel such pressure to keep it up even though it's been getting more and more challenging. No one is forcing me to breastfeed. In fact, Ryan is more than supportive if I wanted to stop. The fact that I know it's so great for Nathan keeps me going, but is it really best if we're both having such a hard time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am torn up about it and have spent many a time crying, weighing the pros and cons in my head of switching to formula. I am not ready to stop right this very second...but ask me again at our next feeding and I may have a different response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8987804646947432247?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8987804646947432247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8987804646947432247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8987804646947432247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8987804646947432247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/ebf.html' title='EBF'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7974731483485788546</id><published>2011-10-02T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:12:00.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with the Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Over the past month, Nathan has had the chance to meet and visit with lots of extended family. We are so blessed to have such great family members that love us, and our sweet boy, so much. It's always wonderful to see them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan's Grammy met Nathan for the first time and his Aunt Anne, who has been to see us a couple times, joined in the visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sb-uGy_Qyps/ToeG1wtdtRI/AAAAAAAACeU/ioyKaIxmLxs/s1600/IMG_3128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sb-uGy_Qyps/ToeG1wtdtRI/AAAAAAAACeU/ioyKaIxmLxs/s320/IMG_3128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan got to hang with his Uncle Brad, Ryan's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tAnKNLYRTYg/ToeG9UJZcvI/AAAAAAAACeY/V4wpebDX-M0/s1600/IMG_3139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tAnKNLYRTYg/ToeG9UJZcvI/AAAAAAAACeY/V4wpebDX-M0/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Morgan boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zhWp6gIZus/ToeHEvJCa9I/AAAAAAAACec/pSzl4k6_urs/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zhWp6gIZus/ToeHEvJCa9I/AAAAAAAACec/pSzl4k6_urs/s320/IMG_3141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's Grammy came all the way from Mobile, Alabama to meet her great-grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Riv4CJ6vyo/ToeHLHJUAlI/AAAAAAAACeg/ARVJVMlfS80/s1600/IMG_3144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Riv4CJ6vyo/ToeHLHJUAlI/AAAAAAAACeg/ARVJVMlfS80/s320/IMG_3144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Kat and her husband Ryan were in town for a conference so we got to meet up with them for dinner and introduce one of the original Nathan gals to her second cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EqS_6TnaiaA/ToeHR1whKuI/AAAAAAAACek/9Ar8d9f9Mss/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EqS_6TnaiaA/ToeHR1whKuI/AAAAAAAACek/9Ar8d9f9Mss/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Atlanta for a few days for a visit and got to see my Aunt Cindy, who had just recently moved back from Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggYk5PPWf3E/ToeHajigFFI/AAAAAAAACeo/Y1jPjd-p9L4/s1600/IMG_3218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggYk5PPWf3E/ToeHajigFFI/AAAAAAAACeo/Y1jPjd-p9L4/s320/IMG_3218.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan always loves to snuggle with his Aunt Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oF9iPArVaRE/ToeHiocChJI/AAAAAAAACes/yj0QUfgkshg/s1600/IMG_3219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oF9iPArVaRE/ToeHiocChJI/AAAAAAAACes/yj0QUfgkshg/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My Grammy joined us in Atlanta and got to meet Nathan for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnRBOKDRihw/Toe36BmoFFI/AAAAAAAACew/Kp-F2ED1j68/s1600/Grammy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnRBOKDRihw/Toe36BmoFFI/AAAAAAAACew/Kp-F2ED1j68/s320/Grammy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We stayed with N's Hattie and Poppy while in Atlanta, so he got lots of quality time with his grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA4Qypd4Tkw/Toe36r0MZyI/AAAAAAAACe0/zKlew-eqcQ8/s1600/poppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dA4Qypd4Tkw/Toe36r0MZyI/AAAAAAAACe0/zKlew-eqcQ8/s320/poppy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And we also got to play with cousin Carter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH1ejZ20eQ8/Toe6PC_6lbI/AAAAAAAACe4/eU7jpp9u4fA/s1600/Hattie+and+C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH1ejZ20eQ8/Toe6PC_6lbI/AAAAAAAACe4/eU7jpp9u4fA/s320/Hattie+and+C.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we continue to get to see so much family in the months to come. We love being with all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7974731483485788546?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7974731483485788546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7974731483485788546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7974731483485788546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7974731483485788546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/hanging-with-fam.html' title='Hanging with the Fam'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sb-uGy_Qyps/ToeG1wtdtRI/AAAAAAAACeU/ioyKaIxmLxs/s72-c/IMG_3128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6952713402541792418</id><published>2011-10-01T17:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:18:46.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official - We're Homeowners! (Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We closed on our new house yesterday and made it official!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4EOF1cMdnY/ToeCdF4BuNI/AAAAAAAACeA/k0i7OdfrAbM/s1600/IMG_3224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4EOF1cMdnY/ToeCdF4BuNI/AAAAAAAACeA/k0i7OdfrAbM/s320/IMG_3224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so excited to be moving into "our" first place. Sure, I own a condo and Ryan already went through the buying process with our current house, but this new home will be &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. A place we chose together and where we will raise our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mi11oKhiE0Q/ToeClCDGBtI/AAAAAAAACeE/HJ5-17cLYro/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mi11oKhiE0Q/ToeClCDGBtI/AAAAAAAACeE/HJ5-17cLYro/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a lot of work to be done in the week ahead to prep for the big move. I can't wait to be all settled with boxes put away and everything organized! One day at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6952713402541792418?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6952713402541792418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6952713402541792418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6952713402541792418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6952713402541792418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-official-were-homeowners-again.html' title='It&apos;s Official - We&apos;re Homeowners! (Again)'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4EOF1cMdnY/ToeCdF4BuNI/AAAAAAAACeA/k0i7OdfrAbM/s72-c/IMG_3224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8330585245391503217</id><published>2011-09-29T16:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:51:52.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Catching Up to Do</title><content type='html'>To capture what's been going on in the Morgan house, I have the most brilliant, eloquent blog posts written...in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when I'm laying awake in the middle of the night, unable to fall back to sleep after Nathan beckons me (I swear I am starting to have insomnia), I often find myself composing updates and repeating clever, interesting prose over and over. It's a sickness, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had lots going on and I have lots of photos to download so I can capture the fifth (!) month of our little monkey's life. It may just have to wait another few days (or weeks) while I organize our life around our big, upcoming MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, after&amp;nbsp;living at "The Yards" for&amp;nbsp;three and a half years for me and six years for Ryan, we are packing up our family and moving to a new house - a bigger space in a better neighborhood with a great yard and a fabulous open floorplan for entertaining. I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We close tomorrow and have a week of work in the empty house before moving all of our things over. It's a lot of different workers and deliveries to coordinate but I am so looking forward to it all coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue to compose my updates instead of counting sheep and hope that eventually they make it onto the blog. That, or I'll keep packing in my head. Yeah, I've been doing that, too. I told you, it's a sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8330585245391503217?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8330585245391503217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8330585245391503217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8330585245391503217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8330585245391503217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/lots-of-catching-up-to-do.html' title='Lots of Catching Up to Do'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3760526342906413042</id><published>2011-09-10T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:42:00.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got together with the Bridges family on Labor Day for a little cookout and playdate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan loves hanging out with his buddy Parker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kgf33yJsBXA/TmlrLLm2KuI/AAAAAAAACdw/DQdnrcB2QmI/s1600/IMG_3193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kgf33yJsBXA/TmlrLLm2KuI/AAAAAAAACdw/DQdnrcB2QmI/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Parker, on the other hand, wanted to give Nathan a piece of his mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGVeA2CmCQg/TmlrVOHp5gI/AAAAAAAACd0/jVuC0qbdqAo/s1600/IMG_3194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGVeA2CmCQg/TmlrVOHp5gI/AAAAAAAACd0/jVuC0qbdqAo/s320/IMG_3194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And took an interest in beating poor Nathan up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyCdaEkCU_Q/TmlrwT71ZSI/AAAAAAAACd8/vbovu9QvCx8/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyCdaEkCU_Q/TmlrwT71ZSI/AAAAAAAACd8/vbovu9QvCx8/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan didn't seem to mind it, though, and they're still good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXMehvho6Ck/TmlrmXTIY8I/AAAAAAAACd4/rK9yXQpb3S0/s1600/IMG_3195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXMehvho6Ck/TmlrmXTIY8I/AAAAAAAACd4/rK9yXQpb3S0/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so funny to see the boys interact now that they are aware of each other. Nathan is gaining on Parker in size so he just better watch out next time or he'll be the one getting a finger in his mouth! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3760526342906413042?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3760526342906413042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3760526342906413042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3760526342906413042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3760526342906413042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/child-abuse.html' title='Child Abuse?'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kgf33yJsBXA/TmlrLLm2KuI/AAAAAAAACdw/DQdnrcB2QmI/s72-c/IMG_3193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6109808925489644145</id><published>2011-09-09T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:24:00.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Month Well Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After visiting the doctor three times in the past month for a mysterious poop issue (we've seen some blood but all tests come back negative so we're hoping it's nothing), we were back again for Nathan's four month check-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's packed on the weight in the last two months and is up to 14 pounds now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even still, he's only in the 25th percentile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5st79iakbtM/Tmlm1wWP-EI/AAAAAAAACdU/mMKheg1zFn8/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5st79iakbtM/Tmlm1wWP-EI/AAAAAAAACdU/mMKheg1zFn8/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His head measured 16.75 inches (in the 50th percentile)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XFFh9iPmt0/Tmlm9jqYH9I/AAAAAAAACdY/4m0yLRFL_44/s1600/IMG_3205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XFFh9iPmt0/Tmlm9jqYH9I/AAAAAAAACdY/4m0yLRFL_44/s320/IMG_3205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he grew to 25.25 inches long (also 50th percentile).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWYZpBZX0LE/TmlnExHN_4I/AAAAAAAACdc/Sbk1U9-SYV8/s1600/IMG_3207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWYZpBZX0LE/TmlnExHN_4I/AAAAAAAACdc/Sbk1U9-SYV8/s320/IMG_3207.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little monkey is long and lean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0DMBzHeghY/TmlnL2jxGBI/AAAAAAAACdg/jYKeY3Ige1Y/s1600/IMG_3208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0DMBzHeghY/TmlnL2jxGBI/AAAAAAAACdg/jYKeY3Ige1Y/s320/IMG_3208.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doctor said he checked out perfectly and is doing great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan was super happy with that news and chatted it up while we waited for the dreaded 4-month shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5218NgkQfJQ/TmlnTUNwaSI/AAAAAAAACdk/TTCG03AKqxQ/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5218NgkQfJQ/TmlnTUNwaSI/AAAAAAAACdk/TTCG03AKqxQ/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor guy didn't know what was coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvInUeqcGYg/Tmlnbz5C5EI/AAAAAAAACdo/mbVkW3L8vpo/s1600/IMG_3211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvInUeqcGYg/Tmlnbz5C5EI/AAAAAAAACdo/mbVkW3L8vpo/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't help but take a photo of his feet ("clapping") - they are too cute!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVizX3tgs58/Tmlnj0CHh4I/AAAAAAAACds/PNAPBR025cc/s1600/IMG_3212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVizX3tgs58/Tmlnj0CHh4I/AAAAAAAACds/PNAPBR025cc/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got an oral injection and three shots. After a quick bout of screaming and his face turning redder than I've ever seen, the bubs ended up calming down and acted fine. He was even talking and smiling as we left the office. I was so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the all clear to start solids when we want to but I am not sure he is ready (or that I am for that matter) so we're going to hold off for a few more weeks. Nothing else major to report and it was an overall great check-up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6109808925489644145?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6109808925489644145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6109808925489644145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6109808925489644145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6109808925489644145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/four-month-well-visit.html' title='Four Month Well Visit'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5st79iakbtM/Tmlm1wWP-EI/AAAAAAAACdU/mMKheg1zFn8/s72-c/IMG_3204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7472668436977706788</id><published>2011-09-08T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:05:53.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nathan, you are four months old today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I never would have thought the newborn stage would come and go so quickly but here you are now, so alert, discovering new things every day and constantly changing before my eyes! You are definitely not such a little mush anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g21geqw83-c/Tmlcq8wegJI/AAAAAAAACdA/T1aSbQfifYs/s1600/IMG_3066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g21geqw83-c/Tmlcq8wegJI/AAAAAAAACdA/T1aSbQfifYs/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You are a happy boy, sharing the gummiest grins with anyone that smiles at you. We'll get an&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;giggle, too, but you keep us working hard for them because whatever was funny yesterday isn't necessarily funny again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You are talking up a storm and have not only discovered new sounds but you're constantly blowing raspberries and bubbles. On top of that, you are most definitely teething and drool all over the place. Needless to say, we go through a lot of burp rags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geXW-4_96VU/TmlcxzV16WI/AAAAAAAACdE/m6VKDJoWY9o/s1600/IMG_3069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geXW-4_96VU/TmlcxzV16WI/AAAAAAAACdE/m6VKDJoWY9o/s320/IMG_3069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your hands are always in your mouth and you've recently discovered your feet, so I know it's only a matter of time before those are in there, too. You're still not rolling over but you love to "stand" and bear a lot of weight on those legs. You also prefer to be held upright - no more&amp;nbsp;cradling&amp;nbsp;like a baby for you! You'd much rather see the world around you from over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85HcNqGia7w/Tmlc5NfQDWI/AAAAAAAACdI/5O16ynvbbCM/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85HcNqGia7w/Tmlc5NfQDWI/AAAAAAAACdI/5O16ynvbbCM/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You're still eating for around 30 minutes about 7 times a day. When I'm not around you chug a bottle and hate when it's all gone! After eating, we play for an hour or so and then you take a nap. Lately they have only been averaging 45 minutes, which doesn't leave a lot of time for me to get stuff done, but it seems to be all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity mat is still your favorite play spot and we've started using the jumperoo for a change of pace. We sing and read (you like Curious George) and talk to each other throughout the day. You keep me busy! Tummy time is still a battle but you're so good at it and have been lifting your head so much higher and longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've started sleeping longer stretches at night and there have been a few blessed nights where you've gone down around 9 pm and slept until 5 or 6 am. Let's hope that trend continues! We still swaddle you for naps and overnight and it seems to work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWSCRfxlACI/TmldILqR1kI/AAAAAAAACdQ/zk7dfU8nAQY/s1600/IMG_3086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWSCRfxlACI/TmldILqR1kI/AAAAAAAACdQ/zk7dfU8nAQY/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Every day is a new adventure and each week seems to bring a new schedule that we adjust to, but I am taking your lead and going with the flow. I am loving your little personality and watch with anticipation as it continues to blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcpS1HqOUec/TmldA2kjqWI/AAAAAAAACdM/1pXzSIhRBmo/s1600/IMG_3085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcpS1HqOUec/TmldA2kjqWI/AAAAAAAACdM/1pXzSIhRBmo/s320/IMG_3085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so lucky to be able to stay home with you every day and witness all of your milestones first-hand. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four Month Stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 14 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diapers: size 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clothes: 3-6 month and 6 month, depending on the brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(but you're so long I doubt you'll stay this size for very long!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7472668436977706788?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7472668436977706788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7472668436977706788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7472668436977706788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7472668436977706788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/nathan-you-are-four-months-old-today-i.html' title='Four Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g21geqw83-c/Tmlcq8wegJI/AAAAAAAACdA/T1aSbQfifYs/s72-c/IMG_3066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2432787521023244667</id><published>2011-09-05T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:09:00.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Bean</title><content type='html'>We have quite the kicky feet in our house so I figured Nathan was getting strong enough to try out a new toy - the jumperoo! Cousin Carter has one we were going to borrow but I just couldn't wait so we ordered our own and got it all set up last week.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMbzHA7bQEE/TmQhvkKVD0I/AAAAAAAACc8/KiCw2h8vgrw/s1600/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648676933674012482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMbzHA7bQEE/TmQhvkKVD0I/AAAAAAAACc8/KiCw2h8vgrw/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He isn't exactly tall enough to touch the ground in it, but a little towel support and he can bounce to his heart's content. (love these footie pajamas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-mX6zHPVkk/TmQhvb8PPfI/AAAAAAAACc0/70XRl972KHA/s1600/IMG_3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648676931467427314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-mX6zHPVkk/TmQhvb8PPfI/AAAAAAAACc0/70XRl972KHA/s320/IMG_3037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's quite taken with the lights and sounds and I'm not sure he knows just what to do with it yet, but it looks like it's going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WweQL-tQ6yc/TmQhvI4nSAI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZKvCdXBJUwM/s1600/IMG_3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648676926351951874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WweQL-tQ6yc/TmQhvI4nSAI/AAAAAAAACcs/ZKvCdXBJUwM/s320/IMG_3038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, Jax is curious about this new contraption and had to get a closer look. Poor girlie just doesn't know what to do with all this baby stuff in the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2432787521023244667?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2432787521023244667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2432787521023244667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2432787521023244667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2432787521023244667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/jumping-bean.html' title='Jumping Bean'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMbzHA7bQEE/TmQhvkKVD0I/AAAAAAAACc8/KiCw2h8vgrw/s72-c/IMG_3040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3258532197940252931</id><published>2011-09-04T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:08:49.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Season</title><content type='html'>Fall is in the air (in some places), tailgates have begun and bands are striking up their fight songs. Someone is a little excited for his first college football season!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNhEliH0zCY/TmQc3LwwS9I/AAAAAAAACck/hbAQufG-uvg/s1600/IMG_3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648671567005109202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNhEliH0zCY/TmQc3LwwS9I/AAAAAAAACck/hbAQufG-uvg/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to believe that I went to my last Georgia game 9 years ago. Sadly, I have not made it back since I graduated even though every season we agree that we need to make it up to Athens to watch the Dawgs play between the hedges. One of these days we'll go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6kicuPGdF4/TmQc218YKhI/AAAAAAAACcc/akqSjxkrGcw/s1600/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648671561148279314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6kicuPGdF4/TmQc218YKhI/AAAAAAAACcc/akqSjxkrGcw/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being avid fans of our own teams, Ryan and I have agreed that to be fair Nathan will get to sport the colors of the team that has the bigger game that week. The season opener for the Dawgs won this week so Nathan got to wear his red and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m5C5E5Phz4/TmQc2p0EBxI/AAAAAAAACcU/YJ0JHAG0nGg/s1600/IMG_3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648671557892179730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m5C5E5Phz4/TmQc2p0EBxI/AAAAAAAACcU/YJ0JHAG0nGg/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it comes time for Georgia/Florida, I'll have to whip him up something special so he can represent both teams. We have to be fair, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAXuuzeJm78/TmQc2tZKpFI/AAAAAAAACcM/_GqINBKyu0k/s1600/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648671558853108818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAXuuzeJm78/TmQc2tZKpFI/AAAAAAAACcM/_GqINBKyu0k/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little guy is going to be pretty confused growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dxkZ3q7hNI/TmQc2UTx02I/AAAAAAAACcE/9a6vVbLI8Gs/s1600/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648671552119624546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dxkZ3q7hNI/TmQc2UTx02I/AAAAAAAACcE/9a6vVbLI8Gs/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is as excited as we are for football to start! Now, if only the Dawgs wouldn't break my heart each week like they do each season. We're not off to the best start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3258532197940252931?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3258532197940252931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3258532197940252931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3258532197940252931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3258532197940252931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/football-season.html' title='Football Season'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNhEliH0zCY/TmQc3LwwS9I/AAAAAAAACck/hbAQufG-uvg/s72-c/IMG_3060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6103503412735645967</id><published>2011-09-03T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:15:00.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>They're still a little unsure of each other...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ_BznJQ5Io/Tl2LjIYliJI/AAAAAAAACb8/rbRBfd5SKZQ/s1600/IMG_3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646822943454759058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ_BznJQ5Io/Tl2LjIYliJI/AAAAAAAACb8/rbRBfd5SKZQ/s320/IMG_3013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I know one day Nathan will be chasing Jax around the yard and throwing balls for her and she'll be loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhFIrmVXNBY/Tl2LizZMkRI/AAAAAAAACb0/7bVX5oyOukA/s1600/IMG_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646822937820172562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhFIrmVXNBY/Tl2LizZMkRI/AAAAAAAACb0/7bVX5oyOukA/s320/IMG_3014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6103503412735645967?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6103503412735645967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6103503412735645967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6103503412735645967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6103503412735645967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ_BznJQ5Io/Tl2LjIYliJI/AAAAAAAACb8/rbRBfd5SKZQ/s72-c/IMG_3013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1974081231931172168</id><published>2011-09-01T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:04:00.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our latest tricks</title><content type='html'>Now that we're (gasp) almost four months old, we're doing all sorts of new things, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up in our "Nathan" chair so much straighter...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsIKqFJNfOM/Tl2KBZwhI4I/AAAAAAAACbs/ouqxU_jNPgQ/s1600/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646821264491357058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsIKqFJNfOM/Tl2KBZwhI4I/AAAAAAAACbs/ouqxU_jNPgQ/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sitting (or leaning) in our Bumbo, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMEPMgdCgRQ/Tl2KBMYf7JI/AAAAAAAACbk/La7SoXBCzMU/s1600/IMG_3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646821260900953234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMEPMgdCgRQ/Tl2KBMYf7JI/AAAAAAAACbk/La7SoXBCzMU/s320/IMG_3021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're learning to hold things and bring them to our mouths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65VZy6sFH6M/Tl2KAwfK7JI/AAAAAAAACbc/U0ysWEu4aVQ/s1600/IMG_3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646821253412744338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65VZy6sFH6M/Tl2KAwfK7JI/AAAAAAAACbc/U0ysWEu4aVQ/s320/IMG_3028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And chew on them to relieve what must be early teething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33AnjZ6YE8E/Tl2KAjKkY9I/AAAAAAAACbU/vxuqv2yWX0E/s1600/IMG_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646821249836671954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33AnjZ6YE8E/Tl2KAjKkY9I/AAAAAAAACbU/vxuqv2yWX0E/s320/IMG_3029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're getting so big in the Mama Roo, too! We love to kick our feet and watch TV from our great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcR3O07B-Fk/Tl2KARgBZ1I/AAAAAAAACbM/FWX291fr9zU/s1600/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646821245094815570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcR3O07B-Fk/Tl2KARgBZ1I/AAAAAAAACbM/FWX291fr9zU/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast this little monkey is changing and growing. Stop it already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1974081231931172168?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1974081231931172168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1974081231931172168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1974081231931172168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1974081231931172168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-latest-tricks.html' title='Our latest tricks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsIKqFJNfOM/Tl2KBZwhI4I/AAAAAAAACbs/ouqxU_jNPgQ/s72-c/IMG_3018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3886411027555145115</id><published>2011-08-31T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:08:00.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Hattie</title><content type='html'>My mom came down for a quick visit a couple weekends ago. We have been so lucky to see her each month (sometimes more than once) since Nathan was born!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L68P8O-2z8Y/TlRamF3eiYI/AAAAAAAACbE/ksCjdnkqftY/s1600/hattie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644235843458468226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L68P8O-2z8Y/TlRamF3eiYI/AAAAAAAACbE/ksCjdnkqftY/s320/hattie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We wined and dined at a couple of great restaurants for dinner each night. Nathan is getting to a more squirmy age, so eating out isn't the easiest but we took turns holding him so we could each enjoy our meals.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, we just hung out around the house and played with the bubs. Even though it was low key, it was the perfect visit and we loved having Hattie come to see us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSEygJnElso/TlP7MdnFD6I/AAAAAAAACaU/a-kg5m4lg7g/s1600/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644130949550903202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSEygJnElso/TlP7MdnFD6I/AAAAAAAACaU/a-kg5m4lg7g/s320/IMG_2970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3886411027555145115?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3886411027555145115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3886411027555145115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3886411027555145115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3886411027555145115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/visit-from-hattie.html' title='A Visit from Hattie'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L68P8O-2z8Y/TlRamF3eiYI/AAAAAAAACbE/ksCjdnkqftY/s72-c/hattie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4274598984080338647</id><published>2011-08-30T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:44:17.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Update</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what I did or how it happened, but Nathan slept over 9 consecutive hours last night! Angels sang and trumpets sounded as I woke up this morning with more sleep than I've gotten in at least 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, he had his last feeding of the night at 6:30 pm and then went almost 11 1/2 hours before eating again at 6 am. He made a peep at 5 am and I woke with a start, realizing how long it had already been. But I waited to see what happened and we both must have fallen back asleep because the next time I heard him through the monitor I looked at the clock and it was 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has actually been getting better in the past week about sleeping 6, 7 even 8 hours a night - or at least going that long between feedings. But last night was a huge step and hopefully not just a fluke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he makes up for it by still wanting to eat every 2 1/2 hours throughout the day and only taking 30-50 minute cat naps. Each day is a new schedule and throws me through a loop on timing but I guess I'll take what I can get for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4274598984080338647?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4274598984080338647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4274598984080338647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4274598984080338647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4274598984080338647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleep-update.html' title='Sleep Update'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-5236478214206420171</id><published>2011-08-30T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:36:37.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naptime is Funny?</title><content type='html'>I had to post this memory from today to remember how sweet my boy is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing on his floor mat for a while, Nathan made it clear that he needed a nap with relentless fussing. I cradled him, popped his pacifier in his mouth and started to rock him while I turned on his sound machine. Our typical routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each sway, I dipped my knees a bit (you know, to burn extra calories. ha!). Well, apparently this became quite funny and I saw my monkey smiling behind his "suckie". I kept it up and added a "whoa" with each dip and he started giggling. We went back and forth, up and down, giggling together as we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if I tried to recreate this tomorrow it wouldn't work. In fact, each time I make Nathan laugh I go back to what I did and try it again but to no avail. He is unpredictable but I'll keep trying whatever it takes because his gummy grins and sweet giggles melt my heart. I love this little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-5236478214206420171?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5236478214206420171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=5236478214206420171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5236478214206420171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5236478214206420171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/naptime-is-funny.html' title='Naptime is Funny?'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-816858560089724249</id><published>2011-08-25T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:46:00.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Loving Right Now</title><content type='html'>Every day brings new challenges and unpredictable adventures but I'm loving being a mom, and a stay-at-home mom at that! It's hard to think back to life before baby. I'm just trying to soak it all up as each day passes because I know Nathan won't be a baby for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK8ORW6gQtA/TlRKwA7J77I/AAAAAAAACa8/It_Rkc7bWRU/s1600/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644218421744365490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK8ORW6gQtA/TlRKwA7J77I/AAAAAAAACa8/It_Rkc7bWRU/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In particular, the things I am loving the most lately are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's nakie little body and how it still has a bit of "monkey fuzz" on it. He was born with quite a bit of hair all over his body and it's slowly been falling out but he still has this soft down on his back and ears and it's so funny to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7DfQSdDbPc/TlRKvxI-UWI/AAAAAAAACa0/31myQ16ae_U/s1600/IMG_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644218417507357026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7DfQSdDbPc/TlRKvxI-UWI/AAAAAAAACa0/31myQ16ae_U/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His tight grip and how, lately, when I hold him, he wraps his little arm around mine and almost pinches my skin to hold on. It's so endearing and makes me feel so needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His crazy hairline. He's going bald on the sides and around the back from rubbing his head but the top is still pretty full. On top of that, it's turning blonde. I am so curious to see how it turns out! In the meantime, I can't stop myself from rubbing his head and feeling his soft locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5Q-zoXWh1U/TlRKvrgeBPI/AAAAAAAACas/IAIHrVXEfK0/s1600/IMG_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644218415995290866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5Q-zoXWh1U/TlRKvrgeBPI/AAAAAAAACas/IAIHrVXEfK0/s320/IMG_3001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying our prayers at night. He's not always into reading a book before bed but without fail, softly praying seems to lull Nathan to sleep and it's a habit I am happy to start early. I especially love eavesdropping on the nights that Ryan puts Nathan to bed, to hear what is in his prayers. It's so sweet because I know Ryan isn't the most comfortable doing it but he's trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLLCcoOoZm0/TlRKvU7pbiI/AAAAAAAACak/zG0bmf5GnK0/s1600/IMG_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644218409935269410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLLCcoOoZm0/TlRKvU7pbiI/AAAAAAAACak/zG0bmf5GnK0/s320/IMG_2972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The interaction between Jax and Nathan. He is just now starting to notice this furry creature in the house and will stare and smile at her. Jax is very sweet with him, limiting her interactions to sniffing and brief kisses on his feet. She comes to me when he is crying, like a good big sister. I hope they are good friends when he is old enough to play with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W83A_qiiElY/TlRKvGwKatI/AAAAAAAACac/03eR-uUdIg0/s1600/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644218406129003218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W83A_qiiElY/TlRKvGwKatI/AAAAAAAACac/03eR-uUdIg0/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playtime in the mirror. Nathan's true laughter, the sweetest sound, comes from making faces at the funny people he sees on the other side of the mirror. He'll talk and coo and when we make faces and noises back at him, his grin widens and he lets out big belly laughs. It makes my heart melt and my cheeks hurt from smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-816858560089724249?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/816858560089724249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=816858560089724249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/816858560089724249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/816858560089724249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-im-loving-right-now.html' title='What I&apos;m Loving Right Now'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK8ORW6gQtA/TlRKwA7J77I/AAAAAAAACa8/It_Rkc7bWRU/s72-c/IMG_2978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-102104437874245989</id><published>2011-08-23T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:05:48.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytime Bather</title><content type='html'>So many parents seem to have a bedtime routine that includes a bath for their little one. We've tried this on several occasions, but Nathan doesn't seem to enjoy it and has even spent many evenings shrieking and crying the whole time. So much for a calming, relaxing step toward sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I have started taking to bathing the little guy during the day. He's much more agreeable to it and it's nice not to have to rush to avoid the cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfz3CezPGpk/TlP3UNDEtQI/AAAAAAAACaE/DupH9EzV6H8/s1600/IMG_2990%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644126684497360130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfz3CezPGpk/TlP3UNDEtQI/AAAAAAAACaE/DupH9EzV6H8/s320/IMG_2990%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's too bad he doesn't get to go to sleep all clean and smelling so sweet, but if this froggy wants baths during the day, then that's what I'll give him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644126676974593122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYsk9gTopfg/TlP3TxBgZGI/AAAAAAAACZ0/il0mXnq7V8M/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" /&gt; Who can argue with that adorable face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644126680204770098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rnu1FZJj_-s/TlP3T9Do-zI/AAAAAAAACZ8/gzPKvApH2RE/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-102104437874245989?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/102104437874245989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=102104437874245989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/102104437874245989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/102104437874245989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/daytime-bather.html' title='Daytime Bather'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfz3CezPGpk/TlP3UNDEtQI/AAAAAAAACaE/DupH9EzV6H8/s72-c/IMG_2990%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7950662496584352762</id><published>2011-08-17T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:50:00.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues?</title><content type='html'>Well, he was born with blue eyes but I think they've quickly started turning and are now looking a bit more hazel each day. Just like mine, they change color depending on what he's wearing and the lighting, but I definitely see more than just blue in them these days!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641250690180752482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqjVLlQqlbk/Tkm_nTUmpGI/AAAAAAAACZs/bKmA-zfoAes/s320/IMG_2948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641250683980092002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6X7Y3r0lEzg/Tkm_m8OQEmI/AAAAAAAACZk/l62WlecHKSg/s320/IMG_2943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641250680561460578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nxnLEXe-t0/Tkm_mvfL5WI/AAAAAAAACZc/xxHXPAKmkwQ/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7950662496584352762?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7950662496584352762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7950662496584352762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7950662496584352762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7950662496584352762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues?'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqjVLlQqlbk/Tkm_nTUmpGI/AAAAAAAACZs/bKmA-zfoAes/s72-c/IMG_2948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2477629143717187116</id><published>2011-08-15T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:49:56.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth Spurt</title><content type='html'>In the past week, Nathan has been eating more frequently and not napping very well. He only goes 2 hours and 15 minute to 2 and a half hours between feedings now, which is pretty tiring! It may be another growth spurt since the boy definitely seems bigger!&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have been trying to get him in every outfit in his current size range before it's too late! Nathan received so many cute hand-me-downs from cousin Carter and some are already getting a bit snug in the crotch. He sported these cute overalls this weekend and looked so adorable!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641248029598266738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lrYu7O7Ac/Tkm9Mb4TtXI/AAAAAAAACZU/whWMvuKzo58/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641248022726151986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8k52ut-9ttk/Tkm9MCR3jzI/AAAAAAAACZM/rpHFj9O7z98/s320/IMG_2952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641248019028065922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_BMV5TwbGA/Tkm9L0gLPoI/AAAAAAAACZE/4MRXH-RH59w/s320/IMG_2954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2477629143717187116?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2477629143717187116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2477629143717187116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2477629143717187116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2477629143717187116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/growth-spurt.html' title='Growth Spurt'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lrYu7O7Ac/Tkm9Mb4TtXI/AAAAAAAACZU/whWMvuKzo58/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4009015960722600530</id><published>2011-08-12T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:59:00.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan &amp; Buck's Wedding</title><content type='html'>It's wedding season! We attended our third (Nathan's second) on July 30 to help celebrate the marriage of Megan Harvey, a good family friend, to Buck Holly.&lt;br /&gt;We were a bit late for the ceremony because the start unfortunately coincided with dinner time for the bubs, but we made it out just in time to watch the processional and snuck into the back row after the bride and her father made their walk down the aisle.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGlPOe7KUzA/TkGR_prxpiI/AAAAAAAACY8/OWHG8MdG8FE/s1600/IMG_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638948731151820322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGlPOe7KUzA/TkGR_prxpiI/AAAAAAAACY8/OWHG8MdG8FE/s320/IMG_4221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. and Mrs. Holly looked so happy and we were so glad to share in their special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0KK8cNOo9Y/TkGR7FEoRsI/AAAAAAAACY0/8fNjoqSybts/s1600/IMG_4240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638948652604475074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F0KK8cNOo9Y/TkGR7FEoRsI/AAAAAAAACY0/8fNjoqSybts/s320/IMG_4240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My whole family got to attend and we had a great time spending the evening dining and dancing with them. Anytime I get to spend a night with my beautiful sisters is such a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3Dw7LUaAjI/TkGR6296SOI/AAAAAAAACYs/P_eowmUkkZo/s1600/IMG_4277%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638948648818198754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3Dw7LUaAjI/TkGR6296SOI/AAAAAAAACYs/P_eowmUkkZo/s320/IMG_4277%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carter was a trooper, staying up way past his bedtime and entertaining us all! He was such a little man in his searsucker suit. Nathan wore a coordinating searsucker bubble with frogs on it to match his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSxhVmQtqQo/TkGR6_VvLJI/AAAAAAAACYk/CJNadyY5rJM/s1600/IMG_4286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638948651065617554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSxhVmQtqQo/TkGR6_VvLJI/AAAAAAAACYk/CJNadyY5rJM/s320/IMG_4286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I danced most of the way through dinner, rocking Nathan to sleep and bopping to the music. Once he passed out, he stayed snuggled in his carseat for the rest of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638948638537155986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_5egnVfAHI/TkGR6QquBZI/AAAAAAAACYU/DZHllYuY9R4/s320/IMG_4287.JPG" /&gt;We had a great time and were so glad to make the trip up for it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHK_JYwzRog/TkGR6p7s8KI/AAAAAAAACYc/mR78kCUHwFk/s1600/IMG_4291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638948645319274658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHK_JYwzRog/TkGR6p7s8KI/AAAAAAAACYc/mR78kCUHwFk/s320/IMG_4291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4009015960722600530?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4009015960722600530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4009015960722600530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4009015960722600530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4009015960722600530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/megan-bucks-wedding.html' title='Megan &amp; Buck&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGlPOe7KUzA/TkGR_prxpiI/AAAAAAAACY8/OWHG8MdG8FE/s72-c/IMG_4221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-140965196724922756</id><published>2011-08-11T20:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:39:40.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs sleep?</title><content type='html'>I've started questioning my sleep technique with Nathan and after hearing about so many babies sleeping through the night, I am beginning to wonder if I need to impose some sort of sleep training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week, he's started establishing his own bedtime by completely melting down in the 7 o'clock hour and obviously needing to go to sleep. It's tough because it's still light out but the poor boy is so exhausted for whatever reason that we swaddle him up, say his prayers and put him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also in the past week, he's started waking more throughout the night - around midnight, then 3 am, then 5-6 am. It's exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me feels like I've been taking Nathan's cues and letting him feed on demand so if he needs to wake up throughout the night, I need to comply. Plus, I wonder if this new routine is just a growth spurt and will pass soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other half of me wonders if I am misreading the cues or if there is something I could be doing to help us both get more sleep at night. He eats every 2 1/2 -3 hours throughout the day, which also seems a bit frequent, so am I just encouraging that over night, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Blue Eyed Bride's blog and hearing her rave reviews for Moms on Call, I ordered the book and am awaiting its arrival to see what the big deal is. Her younger son is only three days older than Nathan and is sleeping 12 hours a night, which is hard to believe for a mom currently getting a max of three consecutive hours of sleep each night (but more like 1-2 if I'm lucky)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what I think once I actually read it. In the meantime, I am just waiting for the first cries of the night - Nathan went down at 7 after eating at 6 so it's only a matter of time that he needs to eat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE - It turns out he ended up sleeping for 8 hours that night, letting me sleep until 4 am! Go figure! It's definitely not consistent but I love when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-140965196724922756?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/140965196724922756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=140965196724922756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/140965196724922756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/140965196724922756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-needs-sleep.html' title='Who needs sleep?'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2870289660567785525</id><published>2011-08-11T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:38:00.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Airplane Ride</title><content type='html'>Nathan got to experience his first plane ride when we headed up to Atlanta for a quick weekend trip to celebrate another wedding. The last of the Harveys, our good family friends, tied the knot and we wanted to be there for it but were sick of all the driving so we booked our tickets and took another adventure with the bubs!&lt;br /&gt;He did an amazing job, sleeping through takeoff on the way there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638945912939003154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbJorlYw_Mc/TkGPbnBevRI/AAAAAAAACX8/GZVrOpGT1rk/s320/sleep_plane.JPG" /&gt;And nursing for the landing. We navigated the trams at the Atlanta airport and he LOVED sitting in the Bjorn facing out so he could see everything!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638946130863824146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BV3VBKikQRs/TkGPoS2znRI/AAAAAAAACYE/7TFRHzQzAc0/s320/airport.JPG" /&gt;On the way home, bad weather in Orlando forced us to be re-routed to West Palm Beach. Even with the diversion and the extra time on the plane (almost 6 hours total!!), Nathan was perfect and only had one minor meltdown.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638946138455090402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Imgb5uueCMA/TkGPovItJOI/AAAAAAAACYM/XvuE7Zemq-s/s320/plane.JPG" /&gt;I guess you would have, too, if you had to get your diaper changed on a tray table. Oops! But despite the short moment of angst, he fell right back to sleep and did a great job when we were finally able to fly back into Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8dAXHWwaIw/TkGNUngKlsI/AAAAAAAACX0/Uakx5wAuEJU/s1600/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638943593785366210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8dAXHWwaIw/TkGNUngKlsI/AAAAAAAACX0/Uakx5wAuEJU/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, I was so impressed and relieved that the trip went so well. I'm not sure I could have flown by myself because Ryan and I made a great team, but we'll see if I can brave that adventure sometime in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2870289660567785525?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2870289660567785525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2870289660567785525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2870289660567785525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2870289660567785525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-airplane-ride.html' title='First Airplane Ride'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbJorlYw_Mc/TkGPbnBevRI/AAAAAAAACX8/GZVrOpGT1rk/s72-c/sleep_plane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8196576415027647833</id><published>2011-08-10T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:33:00.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buds</title><content type='html'>Nathan and Parker were born 8 weeks apart and since then, we've been able to have several play dates for the two of them. It's so fun to watch these boys grow up together and I'm looking forward to lots more good times to come!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF29SBXKuXU/TkGL_w1XiEI/AAAAAAAACXs/Gyj77utL-l8/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638942136001333314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF29SBXKuXU/TkGL_w1XiEI/AAAAAAAACXs/Gyj77utL-l8/s320/IMG_3181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like Nathan is cracking up at something Parker said here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RW_kVMr3FGo/TkGL_iL9PdI/AAAAAAAACXk/yLiTrlG6aT8/s1600/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638942132069547474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RW_kVMr3FGo/TkGL_iL9PdI/AAAAAAAACXk/yLiTrlG6aT8/s320/IMG_3180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out P! Nathan may just be catching up to you in size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2cmUSxKnc/TkGL_W1_3UI/AAAAAAAACXc/dtZjkBIrzfk/s1600/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638942129024654658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2cmUSxKnc/TkGL_W1_3UI/AAAAAAAACXc/dtZjkBIrzfk/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw, best of friends holding hands. Although, Nathan looks a little shocked by it. Too funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8196576415027647833?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8196576415027647833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8196576415027647833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8196576415027647833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8196576415027647833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-buds.html' title='Best Buds'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF29SBXKuXU/TkGL_w1XiEI/AAAAAAAACXs/Gyj77utL-l8/s72-c/IMG_3181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6558248721930508696</id><published>2011-08-08T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:25:47.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUccLbCsS0I/TkFGb-FkpgI/AAAAAAAACXU/1xuLmtKBHmU/s1600/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan, you are three months old!&lt;br /&gt;We were very busy this month with lots of trips and lots of growing. Of your twelve weekends so far, six of them were spent away. You're quite the traveler! You are also starting to show your fun personality more and more and it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkukiEP4Gk/TkFGbqXj2mI/AAAAAAAACXM/8CResA-8vzI/s1600/IMG_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638865649488091746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkukiEP4Gk/TkFGbqXj2mI/AAAAAAAACXM/8CResA-8vzI/s320/IMG_2920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While you've been losing your hair, some is coming back light brown and even blonde. I am so curious to see how it ends up! Your eyes have started to turn color, too. Some days they still look blue but others I can see more hazel popping through.&lt;br /&gt;You've discovered your hands and despite my best efforts, I can't keep them out of your mouth. I think you may even be teething already because on top of chewing on your fingers, you've started drooling a bunch. I don't see any signs of teeth yet, but I feel like the first are not too far away. In the meantime, you have lots of fun blowing bubbles and attempting to fit your whole fist in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kprz2h7y5Y/TkFGbSdxFvI/AAAAAAAACXE/Ol5VfqtBcrU/s1600/IMG_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638865643071674098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kprz2h7y5Y/TkFGbSdxFvI/AAAAAAAACXE/Ol5VfqtBcrU/s320/IMG_2898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You love to play on your activity mat and between each feeding we talk to your "friends" - you've found your voice and love to chat with all the critters that dangle in front of you. You say lots of "oohs" and "aahs" and have started adding "gahs" and other gurgly sounds to your vocabulary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are much more alert now, spending more awake time between feedings and exploring your world. The television has shown its allure and you love to stare at the pictures. I'm trying not to let you watch very much, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've also started to notice your puppy and I can't wait for you and Jax to be able to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are making attempts at rolling over and make it from your back to your side before rolling back again. You stand and put weight on your legs when we hold you up and you much prefer to sit upright in our arms now than be cradled.&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of weeks, I feel like I've hit my groove as your mom and feel so much more confident with your routine. You still eat, play and sleep throughout the day and you're great at running errands with me. We have lunch with friends throughout the week and you are (usually) an angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjvgOZKCub4/TkFGbCSMxdI/AAAAAAAACW8/wnlO0qY6lFk/s1600/IMG_2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638865638728189394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjvgOZKCub4/TkFGbCSMxdI/AAAAAAAACW8/wnlO0qY6lFk/s320/IMG_2924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can tell you are growing because you're bulking up and your clothes are starting to get tight in length. Time to go shopping! I thought we made a deal that you were going to stay little forever but you don't seem to be sticking to your end of the bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XZyqQT-1I/TkFGa0Z3xSI/AAAAAAAACW0/9E2m-Ojc-QM/s1600/IMG_2932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638865635002271010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XZyqQT-1I/TkFGa0Z3xSI/AAAAAAAACW0/9E2m-Ojc-QM/s320/IMG_2932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you, buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three Month Stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight - 13 pounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diapers - size 2 (you could probably still fit in size 1 but we ran out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clothes - anything from 0-3 month, 3 month and 3-6 month, depending on the brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6558248721930508696?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6558248721930508696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6558248721930508696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6558248721930508696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6558248721930508696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-months.html' title='Three Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkukiEP4Gk/TkFGbqXj2mI/AAAAAAAACXM/8CResA-8vzI/s72-c/IMG_2920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-6037637323657354795</id><published>2011-07-28T18:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:12:52.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GW2K11</title><content type='html'>For the sixth year in a row, my besties from college and I met up for our annual Girls' Weekend. Like last year, this time we went to New Smyrna Beach, which was super convenient for me. Nathan tagged along and was the first boy to crash our trip!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7kK_lrHHM/TjHkyBgMdPI/AAAAAAAACWs/ItdXlpYNcK4/s1600/IMG_2914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634536156865262834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7kK_lrHHM/TjHkyBgMdPI/AAAAAAAACWs/ItdXlpYNcK4/s320/IMG_2914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allison, unfortunately, couldn't make it this year but we took advantage of technology and Skyped with her each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxnas-DSevY/TjHkxjm9XFI/AAAAAAAACWk/AssxiwtUrZk/s1600/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634536148840569938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxnas-DSevY/TjHkxjm9XFI/AAAAAAAACWk/AssxiwtUrZk/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate our meals in to keep things casual. Nikki prepared a delicious cold shrimp pasta for the first night. Stefanie did a whole low country boil the second night (which I did not get to partake in because it coincided directly with bedtime for the bubs - bummer!). Meg whipped up a yummy lasagna for the last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyae0RFnxmg/TjHkxbGuneI/AAAAAAAACWc/TkbDyEOG2CQ/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634536146557902306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyae0RFnxmg/TjHkxbGuneI/AAAAAAAACWc/TkbDyEOG2CQ/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a bit of a challenge to get suited up and bring the baby all the way down to the beach. We attempted it each day but didn't get to stay out for very long. It was disgustingly hot and the poor thing didn't want to nurse down there so I had to schlep back and forth to the condo to feed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the work, his insane cuteness in his beach garb made up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EIePoPIOmQ/TjHkxC6S2kI/AAAAAAAACWU/XkDEUqSwnjY/s1600/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634536140063300162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EIePoPIOmQ/TjHkxC6S2kI/AAAAAAAACWU/XkDEUqSwnjY/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We missed Allison not only for her beautiful smile and delightful company, but also for her photo-documenting skills. I don't have a lot of shots from the weekend!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634536136493882226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhe2Wa9UF-0/TjHkw1nR23I/AAAAAAAACWM/nouOrC0iBRY/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I had a bit of a pity party for myself the first day because it was so tough to have Nathan there and be off schedule and deal with the complications of heat and sand and sunscreen. I selfishly wished I could have left him home so I could have fully enjoyed my girls' company, the adult beverages and get a good tan. Such ridiculous things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is why I love my besties so much - they helped me talk through my troubles and gave me so much comfort and support. Not to mention a nice break with the extra helping hands! I cannot begin to put into words how much these girls mean to me and how thankful I am to have them in my life. And, ultimately, I am glad I braved a weekend at the beach with Nathan on my own because each experience only helps me gain more confidence as a new mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to many more GW to come (but maybe sans baby next time)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-6037637323657354795?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6037637323657354795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=6037637323657354795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6037637323657354795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/6037637323657354795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/gw2k11.html' title='GW2K11'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7kK_lrHHM/TjHkyBgMdPI/AAAAAAAACWs/ItdXlpYNcK4/s72-c/IMG_2914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3881415014826326791</id><published>2011-07-27T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:41:03.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snug as a Bug</title><content type='html'>We've learned the trick to getting Nathan to nap...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_LnxX_mto/TjC9drXOT_I/AAAAAAAACWE/PrtP0ovHOFA/s1600/IMG_2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634211451394478066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_LnxX_mto/TjC9drXOT_I/AAAAAAAACWE/PrtP0ovHOFA/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He likes to be wrapped up tight in the blanket his Great Grammy knitted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnYqamJG6js/TjC9dUJcEwI/AAAAAAAACV8/tgRSUhH3F44/s1600/IMG_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634211445162644226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnYqamJG6js/TjC9dUJcEwI/AAAAAAAACV8/tgRSUhH3F44/s320/IMG_2899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite it being summer and a bajillion degrees, he seems to enjoy getting all toasty and sweaty. Hey, if it helps the kiddo sleep, I'm all for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2fJRI9LBvw/TjC9dPt7EoI/AAAAAAAACV0/5dYULdJTEr4/s1600/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634211443973493378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2fJRI9LBvw/TjC9dPt7EoI/AAAAAAAACV0/5dYULdJTEr4/s320/IMG_2901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear, he's in there somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3881415014826326791?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3881415014826326791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3881415014826326791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3881415014826326791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3881415014826326791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/snug-as-bug.html' title='Snug as a Bug'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_LnxX_mto/TjC9drXOT_I/AAAAAAAACWE/PrtP0ovHOFA/s72-c/IMG_2789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4304954286381094162</id><published>2011-07-22T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:48:00.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darby &amp; Kathy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>We had the pleasure of attending the wedding of our good friends, Darby and Kathy - sans baby! Ryan's mom, Nathan's Lolly, was kind enough to babysit so we could be away for a few hours. It was a fun night of celebrating these two lovebirds and it was really nice to have time with Ryan without Nathan (as much as we missed him!).&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was held in Winter Park. The couple impressed us all by writing their own vows!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGYruPbhQVA/Tidb82IMDmI/AAAAAAAACVs/yohr2852_GA/s1600/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631570959930232418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGYruPbhQVA/Tidb82IMDmI/AAAAAAAACVs/yohr2852_GA/s320/IMG_3158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The couldn't have looked happier, it was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3Si3j4OFWc/Tidb8scNA5I/AAAAAAAACVk/0LFUnvg6Yb8/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631570957329826706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3Si3j4OFWc/Tidb8scNA5I/AAAAAAAACVk/0LFUnvg6Yb8/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reception was held at Leu Gardens. There was a cocktail hour before they opened the doors to the ballroom and then we were all invited to our seats for the main event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GzHg20c73Y/Tidb8Swo9aI/AAAAAAAACVc/7AqKBWb1BjU/s1600/IMG_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631570950436222370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GzHg20c73Y/Tidb8Swo9aI/AAAAAAAACVc/7AqKBWb1BjU/s320/IMG_3163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this man so much and I was so thankful to have a "date night" where we could dance and reconnect a bit.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQEW1vAUW_U/Tidb7zwgHQI/AAAAAAAACVU/roGRrBpkGIg/s1600/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631570942114143490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQEW1vAUW_U/Tidb7zwgHQI/AAAAAAAACVU/roGRrBpkGIg/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so lucky to have such a close circle of friends and the opportunity to share in these special times with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWVuBNy8cek/Tidb7hgJf_I/AAAAAAAACVM/yRMi_LI2JaI/s1600/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631570937213714418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWVuBNy8cek/Tidb7hgJf_I/AAAAAAAACVM/yRMi_LI2JaI/s320/IMG_3166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great night and we're so happy for the bride and groom. Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Miller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4304954286381094162?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4304954286381094162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4304954286381094162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4304954286381094162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4304954286381094162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/darby-kathys-wedding.html' title='Darby &amp; Kathy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGYruPbhQVA/Tidb82IMDmI/AAAAAAAACVs/yohr2852_GA/s72-c/IMG_3158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2851294844858853377</id><published>2011-07-19T14:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:45:18.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bottle</title><content type='html'>I'm honestly torn about breastfeeding. I love the connection and bonding experience it gives me with Nathan and I know it's what is best for him in terms of nurishment. It's free and always available.&lt;br /&gt;But there are times that I would like a little more freedom and the occasional ability to have more than just a couple hours to myself between feedings.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing we were going to leave Nathan with Ryan's mom for a few hours so we could attend our friends' wedding, I started pumping so we could do a trial run with the bottle. I was a nervous wreck and nagged Ryan about how he should do it and how important the method was so that Nathan would be okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was worried about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7P56pHyBcp4/TiXSx2fPoaI/AAAAAAAACVE/yZ_zxd1jaRI/s1600/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631138662978658722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7P56pHyBcp4/TiXSx2fPoaI/AAAAAAAACVE/yZ_zxd1jaRI/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this look like a boy who has any trouble taking a bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRKgl3pnKnQ/TiXSxXKohjI/AAAAAAAACU8/PfXV7W7H634/s1600/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631138654570710578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRKgl3pnKnQ/TiXSxXKohjI/AAAAAAAACU8/PfXV7W7H634/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mom, what's the big deal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btd8MHy-wHc/TiXSxC3zkqI/AAAAAAAACU0/V6SCOn3fgJg/s1600/IMG_2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631138649123033762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btd8MHy-wHc/TiXSxC3zkqI/AAAAAAAACU0/V6SCOn3fgJg/s320/IMG_2886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd say he was pretty satisfied!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2851294844858853377?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2851294844858853377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2851294844858853377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2851294844858853377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2851294844858853377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-bottle.html' title='First Bottle'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7P56pHyBcp4/TiXSx2fPoaI/AAAAAAAACVE/yZ_zxd1jaRI/s72-c/IMG_2883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2550584192611017930</id><published>2011-07-19T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:39:09.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is a smiling, talking baby not the best thing in the world?! This boy just makes my heart swell and puts a huge grin on my face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b36f6668ea65411" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b36f6668ea65411%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330149757%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D724147C0DE3715A457911EE642B5CE2742E22CDE.61E2148FC70D05117B1877429F8C56731C84618E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b36f6668ea65411%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUphBCFyi15MxjxpTEqyYMkUmtw4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b36f6668ea65411%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330149757%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D724147C0DE3715A457911EE642B5CE2742E22CDE.61E2148FC70D05117B1877429F8C56731C84618E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b36f6668ea65411%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUphBCFyi15MxjxpTEqyYMkUmtw4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2550584192611017930?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2550584192611017930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2550584192611017930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2550584192611017930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2550584192611017930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/smiley-boy.html' title='Smiley Boy'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8981404292094552495</id><published>2011-07-13T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:48:00.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Month Well Visit</title><content type='html'>Nathan visited Dr. Alber on Monday for his two-month well visit. I had a laundry list of questions since it had been so long since his last appointment. Everything checked out great although poor little guy was miserable the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;He checked in at 11 pounds even (36 percentile).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOxao4IJFA/Thy0p0pR1CI/AAAAAAAACUs/dU-hetCi9Yg/s1600/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628572264905692194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOxao4IJFA/Thy0p0pR1CI/AAAAAAAACUs/dU-hetCi9Yg/s320/IMG_3153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he was 22 1/2 inches long - three whole inches since he was born! (also 36 percentile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmyRVWsOkfE/Thy0plFBn0I/AAAAAAAACUk/h2AErEAKTTs/s1600/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628572260727103298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmyRVWsOkfE/Thy0plFBn0I/AAAAAAAACUk/h2AErEAKTTs/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His head measured 15 3/4 inches (46 percentile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi4yJcP7zZ4/Thy0pb7BnDI/AAAAAAAACUc/jmipaf2qTQo/s1600/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628572258269240370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi4yJcP7zZ4/Thy0pb7BnDI/AAAAAAAACUc/jmipaf2qTQo/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the measuring, it was time for the dreaded shots. The first was oral, so it was no problem. He actually seemed to like it. The other three were needles in his upper thighs. I'm pretty used to hearing Nathan cry at this point (that may sound like I'm an awful mom - but seriously, the little monkey is just loud!) but it broke my heart to see him react to the injections. His face turned bright red and his eyes welled up. He cried and cried and I felt awful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the afternoon was spent napping and then, another outburst of crying later, we ran out for Tylenol to help relieve some of the pain (and the slight fever). He was a trooper, though! It'll be interesting to see how much he changes by his next appointment at 4 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8981404292094552495?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8981404292094552495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8981404292094552495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8981404292094552495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8981404292094552495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-month-well-visit.html' title='Two Month Well Visit'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAOxao4IJFA/Thy0p0pR1CI/AAAAAAAACUs/dU-hetCi9Yg/s72-c/IMG_3153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1183523308591984701</id><published>2011-07-10T23:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T16:47:47.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Fourth of July!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14QkoakS2tA/ThxqWjx_TTI/AAAAAAAACUM/t2gQGnsQD3Q/s1600/NBM%2B2%2Bmonth%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628490570100854066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14QkoakS2tA/ThxqWjx_TTI/AAAAAAAACUM/t2gQGnsQD3Q/s320/NBM%2B2%2Bmonth%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The fourth happens to be Ryan's birthday. This year, we spent the holiday weekend in Atlanta with my family - I was still up there to be with my mom and Ryan drove all the way back up to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgh8RkMSSUA/ThxqWTGxDII/AAAAAAAACUE/kVaYJzY-xu0/s1600/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628490565624597634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgh8RkMSSUA/ThxqWTGxDII/AAAAAAAACUE/kVaYJzY-xu0/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy spent the day hanging out with his little buddy, waiting for the crummy weather to pass so the guys could all play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BxeB85se4I/ThxpS4Z9aDI/AAAAAAAACT8/XqqoekNilnM/s1600/IMG_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628489407406106674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BxeB85se4I/ThxpS4Z9aDI/AAAAAAAACT8/XqqoekNilnM/s320/IMG_2863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_sCsGwpT-Y/ThyxPKB4ZZI/AAAAAAAACUU/u5dUP2_rvoo/s1600/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628568508254676370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_sCsGwpT-Y/ThyxPKB4ZZI/AAAAAAAACUU/u5dUP2_rvoo/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the day was over, we got ready for an evening at my parents' club. Mom bought Nathan and Carter matching Janie and Jack outfits for the occasion. They looked so cute! I am sure this is the first of many times they will be dressed alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w18dnND-QJE/ThxpSTY3kUI/AAAAAAAACT0/7qfAca1PW1I/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628489397469417794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w18dnND-QJE/ThxpSTY3kUI/AAAAAAAACT0/7qfAca1PW1I/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1kaXznGfRU/ThxpSF9xIpI/AAAAAAAACTs/OnEOuTb73wU/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628489393866089106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1kaXznGfRU/ThxpSF9xIpI/AAAAAAAACTs/OnEOuTb73wU/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club served a yummy bbq buffet, with pulled pork, fried chicken and all sorts of delicious sides. We nabbed a prime table right in front of a huge window in the ballroom, which ended up being perfect for watching the fireworks because it rained throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPEY2GCMyzI/ThxpRyVQP1I/AAAAAAAACTk/SF2c915xZUU/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628489388595887954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPEY2GCMyzI/ThxpRyVQP1I/AAAAAAAACTk/SF2c915xZUU/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the show was over it was time to head back home in the rain. Despite the bad weather, we has a great time celebrating with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHVlqlVq49Y/ThxpRgFR7KI/AAAAAAAACTc/WHmZoMseFhs/s1600/284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628489383697050786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHVlqlVq49Y/ThxpRgFR7KI/AAAAAAAACTc/WHmZoMseFhs/s320/284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1183523308591984701?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1183523308591984701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1183523308591984701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1183523308591984701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1183523308591984701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14QkoakS2tA/ThxqWjx_TTI/AAAAAAAACUM/t2gQGnsQD3Q/s72-c/NBM%2B2%2Bmonth%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7999537643331465183</id><published>2011-07-08T12:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T15:45:33.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>Nathan, you are two months old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have brought a lot of change and you've grown so much! Not only physically, outgrowing your tiny newborn clothes, but developmentally, reaching all sorts of milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest and best one by far is that you are now "socially" smiling and each time your tiny mouth breaks into a grin it melts my heart. You are happiest just after eating and first thing in the morning, which has been an adjustment for your mom, who is not a morning person. You talk up a storm and I love having a conversation with you of "aahs" and "oohs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627773775257131602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IL8nswf2oE8/Thnebm512lI/AAAAAAAACQE/linI2U9RG5w/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627773772704911218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yF2WSkSz_RQ/ThnebdZWD3I/AAAAAAAACP8/WvXSBuQ4EHM/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" /&gt;The month brought a lot of travel for us. First, to Jekyll Island for a weekend wedding. Then, to Vero Beach to celebrate your dad's first Father's Day with Aunt Barb, Uncle Phil, GiGi and Grandaddy. Finally, we spent 10 days together in Atlanta helping to nurse your Hattie back to health after an unexpected surgery to remove another cancer mass. You were a trooper on each car trip and did a great job, sleeping most of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627773783826077346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kA491aoHbX4/ThnecG01lqI/AAAAAAAACQM/aoYKRY4d1ZY/s320/IMG_2833.JPG" /&gt;You are becoming more and more alert, and I can't help but wonder what those inquisitive eyes are taking in. You make the most adorable faces as you are studying the world around you!&lt;br /&gt;We are becoming more settled into a routine, trying to get out of the house at least once a day in between feedings and naps. You still eat about every 3 hours, but sometimes it stretches a lot longer and we're hoping those longer periods start happening over night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627773791880435602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdeWHMhh4Aw/Thneck1JV5I/AAAAAAAACQU/Zj0YFwZXQ9Y/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" /&gt;We've met new friends with babies your age through another new mom that I work with. We've gotten together for breakfast twice now and I hope it turns into great friendships for us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have started to like playing more but still get a little overwhelmed if too much is going on. While you're interested in your activity mat, you prefer to stare out the window or just look at your mom and dad. After too long, though, you make it clear that you need a nap and as much as you fight it, I try my best to get you to sleep. I can see naps may become more and more challenging as you get older. I think you just want so badly to keep soaking it all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627773762923642770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emAVEoWhl0o/Thnea49Tv5I/AAAAAAAACP0/NenaP7P0JqQ/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" /&gt;It amazes me how much you've changed already in the past month and I can't imagine how much you'll continue to grow by next month. It's exciting to watch! My heart continues to grow each day that I spend with you and I feel so blessed to be your mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, Little Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two Month Stats:&lt;br /&gt;Weight - approx. 11 pounds (we'll know for sure at your checkup on Monday)&lt;br /&gt;Diapers - size 1&lt;br /&gt;Clothes - 0-3 months, but already some things are too short for your long body!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7999537643331465183?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7999537643331465183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7999537643331465183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7999537643331465183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7999537643331465183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IL8nswf2oE8/Thnebm512lI/AAAAAAAACQE/linI2U9RG5w/s72-c/IMG_2871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3825204873109272192</id><published>2011-07-06T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:19:55.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News</title><content type='html'>Right before we left for Vero, just days after my family had visited, I got a call that my mom was in the hospital. She had gone in to have something checked out and was admitted after they found another cancerous mass, this time near her colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had just gotten a clean scan in April and was doing so well. I had just seen her in Orlando and she seemed fine. How could this be happening again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a nervous wreck the whole weekend we were away, waiting to hear news of what was going on and how she was fairing. By the time we got home, we knew the course of action was emergency surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted desperately to be there, to hold her hand, give her (and my dad) a hug, and provide whatever morale support I could. This is the fourth time in as many years that she's been through this and I've only been able to make it for the very first surgery. It broke my heart each time to be so far away and feel so helpless and this time was no different. Blame it on the hormones, but each time I even thought about my family gathered in the hospital I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I decided the best thing to do was to wait for her to be in recovery before making the trip. Nathan still hadn't had his shots and it was took risky to bring him to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up the car and took another roadtrip, just in time for my mom to be released from the hospital and sent home to recover. Nathan and I got to spend 10 days up there, keeping Mom and Dad company and trying to provide distraction. Ryan drove back and forth in order to work during the week. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have been there to help my mom recover but I think it was actually more therapeutic for me to be able to spend downtime with my family and have extra hands to help with Nathan. Each time I'm "home" it replenishes a hole in my heart that empties the longer I am away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know it from the photo below, but this was just days post-surgery for Mom. Her strength and determination each time she's been through this blows my mind. She is the rock of our family and has proven time and time again that cancer can't get her down. I pray this is the last time we'll ever have to go through this and she will have clean scans from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzwbmSAjfNk/ThpmRaUgx-I/AAAAAAAACS8/FpRvUTNMnGM/s1600/IMG_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627923133662021602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzwbmSAjfNk/ThpmRaUgx-I/AAAAAAAACS8/FpRvUTNMnGM/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, Mom, and am in awe at your perseverance! You are amazing!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3825204873109272192?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3825204873109272192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3825204873109272192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3825204873109272192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3825204873109272192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/07/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking News'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzwbmSAjfNk/ThpmRaUgx-I/AAAAAAAACS8/FpRvUTNMnGM/s72-c/IMG_2794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-5225086975410602501</id><published>2011-06-23T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:27:40.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Resemblance?</title><content type='html'>Nathan and cousin Carter are 14 months apart. We've been fortunate to receive a lot of C's hand-me-downs so I couldn't resist posing Nathan in the same outfit we put Carter in for his one month photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;The boys were just about the same age here. Do you see any resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iApnovQwop0/ThpsdqFQSMI/AAAAAAAACTU/Inp8JG02ibY/s1600/IMG_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627929941121190082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iApnovQwop0/ThpsdqFQSMI/AAAAAAAACTU/Inp8JG02ibY/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVIPvIzFLMY/ThpsV9RJDMI/AAAAAAAACTE/U8W3ao14WJE/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627929808832367810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVIPvIzFLMY/ThpsV9RJDMI/AAAAAAAACTE/U8W3ao14WJE/s320/IMG_1739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-5225086975410602501?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5225086975410602501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=5225086975410602501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5225086975410602501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5225086975410602501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-resemblance.html' title='Family Resemblance?'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iApnovQwop0/ThpsdqFQSMI/AAAAAAAACTU/Inp8JG02ibY/s72-c/IMG_2774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7392776696146475039</id><published>2011-06-20T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:47:21.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's First Father's Day</title><content type='html'>To celebrate Ryan's first Father's Day, we met up with his dad and took a trip down to Vero Beach to hang out with Aunt Barb, Uncle Phil and Grandma. It's always a treat to visit their house because living in their community is like being on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;The boys all went fishing on Saturday morning so Barb and I had quality time to catch up and snuggle with Nathan. When they got home, we ate a delicious meal of fried and grilled sea bass for dinner. Everyone loved meeting Nathan and he definitely was the main topic of our conversations throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1j3zDqovBw/ThphARg-IWI/AAAAAAAACR8/pkQf7BU_d_g/s1600/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917341682442594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1j3zDqovBw/ThphARg-IWI/AAAAAAAACR8/pkQf7BU_d_g/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAE0pkTFEN0/ThphAJkhLAI/AAAAAAAACR0/Hl9zyh4CdeY/s1600/IMG_2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917339549838338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAE0pkTFEN0/ThphAJkhLAI/AAAAAAAACR0/Hl9zyh4CdeY/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan got to meet his Gigi for the first time. She's 90 years old and in amazing health! He loved staring up at her while she cooed and murmed sweet things to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BFvw0pVU0A/Thpg_mG0U4I/AAAAAAAACRs/mR09huZkSo0/s1600/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917330030023554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BFvw0pVU0A/Thpg_mG0U4I/AAAAAAAACRs/mR09huZkSo0/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Aunt Barb, lovingly now called "Gabby", couldn't get enough of the little guy. She has two grandchildren of her own and is such a natural with babies! We didn't get any photos with Great Uncle Phil ("Guppy") but he was a natural, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyy46i_R6Sk/Thpg_YJ2r2I/AAAAAAAACRk/IybMTu_tcHU/s1600/IMG_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917326284664674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyy46i_R6Sk/Thpg_YJ2r2I/AAAAAAAACRk/IybMTu_tcHU/s320/IMG_2764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandaddy, Ryan's dad, got to celebrate Father's Day with the boys, too, and loved cuddling with the little monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDf3su9WKJs/Thpg_OJFHiI/AAAAAAAACRc/EKx7-3T4kao/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627917323597061666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tDf3su9WKJs/Thpg_OJFHiI/AAAAAAAACRc/EKx7-3T4kao/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone played golf on Sunday morning so I stayed back and caught up on naptime with the little munchkin. Then we were back on the road to Orlando and the weekend was over. I didn't get to take advantage of all the amenities we are usually spoiled with since I was with the baby but I know he will enjoy going to visit as he gets older and we can go to the beach club and swim in the pool. I have a feeling he is going to be a water baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7392776696146475039?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7392776696146475039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7392776696146475039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7392776696146475039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7392776696146475039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/ryans-first-fathers-day.html' title='Ryan&apos;s First Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1j3zDqovBw/ThphARg-IWI/AAAAAAAACR8/pkQf7BU_d_g/s72-c/IMG_2756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4862239557636673037</id><published>2011-06-16T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:30:13.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Visit in Orlando</title><content type='html'>It just so happened that my dad had a business trip to Orlando in mid-June, so the whole family decided to tag along and come visit. It was perfect timing because Nathan finally got to meet his Aunt Alex, who was unable to make the trip when he was first born.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3yhsB1-PsU/Thpax4UghBI/AAAAAAAACRU/_8ni-3DAeDg/s1600/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627910497331348498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3yhsB1-PsU/Thpax4UghBI/AAAAAAAACRU/_8ni-3DAeDg/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad he got to spend time with her and she is so great with him! We look forward to lots more visits in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2XeW3CBCQA/Thpaxv6swOI/AAAAAAAACRM/YleNBNO0CNU/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627910495075614946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2XeW3CBCQA/Thpaxv6swOI/AAAAAAAACRM/YleNBNO0CNU/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex, Mom and Dad all stayed at the hotel where my dad's conference was held but Kelly and Carter stayed with us and kept me company for the few days that they were here. We met up for meals and hanging around the house each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In need of some toddler-appropriate playtime one day, we decided to take C to a local "splash pad" in Winter Park. It was a great way to beat the heat and he seemed to have a fun time with all the big kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627820800637005826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWLeRx9rRzM/ThoJM2GF8AI/AAAAAAAACQ8/2fDE0igVY58/s320/IMG_2655.JPG" /&gt;Nathan enjoyed himself, too. Haha!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-333ltA-JkyY/ThpaxZ_XZiI/AAAAAAAACRE/-ejGfMXvvYg/s1600/IMG_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627910489189606946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-333ltA-JkyY/ThpaxZ_XZiI/AAAAAAAACRE/-ejGfMXvvYg/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While it was a very quick visit, we still managed to get lots of cousin time with the boys. Carter still wasn't so sure what to make of this tiny, squirmy, noisy thing...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iB40GwhzpJw/ThoJMgAQXlI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Trv86PHYJr0/s1600/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627820794706943570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iB40GwhzpJw/ThoJMgAQXlI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Trv86PHYJr0/s320/IMG_2686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it was still fun to pose them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbB9CVBQuOM/ThoJMfHJGgI/AAAAAAAACQs/OhtJ3KGiP6A/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627820794467392002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbB9CVBQuOM/ThoJMfHJGgI/AAAAAAAACQs/OhtJ3KGiP6A/s320/IMG_2695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to pose the boys with Hattie and Poppy, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUi6Ua2Elrw/ThoJL-ifssI/AAAAAAAACQk/yez52awY6iw/s1600/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627820785723749058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUi6Ua2Elrw/ThoJL-ifssI/AAAAAAAACQk/yez52awY6iw/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I think too hard about the distance and the fact that we can't see each other every day, it makes me so sad but I am so thankful for the time we do get to spend with my family and the fact that they are only one state away. I know with the babies we'll plan even more get togethers and I count the days between each visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbY-PJDpYz0/ThoJGvsoBTI/AAAAAAAACQc/VFtLzM2wf4g/s1600/IMG_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627820695840359730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbY-PJDpYz0/ThoJGvsoBTI/AAAAAAAACQc/VFtLzM2wf4g/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4862239557636673037?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4862239557636673037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4862239557636673037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4862239557636673037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4862239557636673037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-visit-in-orlando.html' title='Family Visit in Orlando'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3yhsB1-PsU/Thpax4UghBI/AAAAAAAACRU/_8ni-3DAeDg/s72-c/IMG_2661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3554721181120638774</id><published>2011-06-13T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:09:50.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jekyll Island</title><content type='html'>We packed Nathan up for his first road trip and headed north along the coast to Jekyll Island to celebrate the wedding of my dear friend, Meg. The little guy did a great job in the car &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(despite needing me in the back seat to ensure his pacifier stayed in place)&lt;/span&gt; and we arrived in time to hang out with friends at the pool bar before going to the rehearsal and dinner. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I had my first frozen cocktail since before getting pregnant and it was heavenly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxeQl4Zck_4/Tgpo5qbyvrI/AAAAAAAACOs/pTildi2tXnU/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623422424578178738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxeQl4Zck_4/Tgpo5qbyvrI/AAAAAAAACOs/pTildi2tXnU/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meg asked me to be a "flower girl" along with our other sorority sisters and I was so happy that Nathan arrived early enough for us to be able to make the trip. We stood along her path down the aisle and handed her gorgeous hydrangea blooms to gather into her bouquet. It was such a sweet way to be a part of the wedding without having to buy a bridesmaid's dress, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0E7l4IKAvI/Tgpol1keOtI/AAAAAAAACOk/wW_t9v_70AU/s1600/IMG_2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623422083969989330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0E7l4IKAvI/Tgpol1keOtI/AAAAAAAACOk/wW_t9v_70AU/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wedding was held at the Jekyll Island Club, at Crane Cottage. It was the most picturesque setting and so lovely with the huge old oaks, draping Spanish moss, and historic grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jA2NahBsizA/TgpolW90kzI/AAAAAAAACOc/ck6usudFDZI/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623422075754812210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jA2NahBsizA/TgpolW90kzI/AAAAAAAACOc/ck6usudFDZI/s320/IMG_2519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After spending the day having a "normal Saturday lunch with friends" at the cottage dining room, we all got dressed and ready for the big event in Meg's suite. I was a little nervous about the logistics with the baby, but it ended up working out perfectly and he stayed with me until right before the ceremony began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AE3mu583MN4/TgpolFaLHLI/AAAAAAAACOU/iBWIfxR3PWg/s1600/IMG_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623422071041891506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AE3mu583MN4/TgpolFaLHLI/AAAAAAAACOU/iBWIfxR3PWg/s320/IMG_2552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ceremony was perfect and Meg just glowed as she and Jeremy said their vows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JwQPaXFxeA/TgpoklLxyUI/AAAAAAAACOM/VeXqnPUT4jE/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623422062391576898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JwQPaXFxeA/TgpoklLxyUI/AAAAAAAACOM/VeXqnPUT4jE/s320/IMG_3130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Batchelor!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFrI29ZnHJ4/TgpnsHvN7fI/AAAAAAAACOE/VcYMmwLJwFU/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623421092414483954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFrI29ZnHJ4/TgpnsHvN7fI/AAAAAAAACOE/VcYMmwLJwFU/s320/IMG_3141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little angel fell asleep right before the ceremony and was passed out for the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bwgf1ZUapo/TgpnrscR3pI/AAAAAAAACN8/kEENEQwhBPE/s1600/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623421085087293074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bwgf1ZUapo/TgpnrscR3pI/AAAAAAAACN8/kEENEQwhBPE/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few quick pictures with the bride and groom, we enjoyed the cocktail hour on the front lawn, catching up with old friends and soaking in the lovely setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvPKGe_t0fk/TgpnrFvme1I/AAAAAAAACN0/QsgRJ7dtHj4/s1600/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623421074699352914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvPKGe_t0fk/TgpnrFvme1I/AAAAAAAACN0/QsgRJ7dtHj4/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the happy couple was enjoying their first dance, we snuck off to the bridal suite to feed the bubs. Again, it worked out perfectly and he was pretty much asleep for the rest of the evening. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a sorority wedding without the traditional singing of one of our songs. The circle was smaller, but it was still a special moment to share with these girls that have meant so much to me for over 10 years now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dsmi8uScvU/Tgpnq2V2PHI/AAAAAAAACNs/9b6Ri0AVymo/s1600/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623421070564801650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dsmi8uScvU/Tgpnq2V2PHI/AAAAAAAACNs/9b6Ri0AVymo/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't get to participate in the dancing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I was terrified we were causing permanent hearing damage with Nathan by bringing him that close to the speakers)&lt;/span&gt; but it was still a fun night and such a happy time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jFcux-RuDI/TgpnqeG8XiI/AAAAAAAACNk/ztYCDVxd1OI/s1600/IMG_2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623421064059837986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jFcux-RuDI/TgpnqeG8XiI/AAAAAAAACNk/ztYCDVxd1OI/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations and best wishes to the happy couple! We love you, Meg and Jeremy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3554721181120638774?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3554721181120638774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3554721181120638774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3554721181120638774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3554721181120638774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/jekyll-island.html' title='Jekyll Island'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxeQl4Zck_4/Tgpo5qbyvrI/AAAAAAAACOs/pTildi2tXnU/s72-c/IMG_3122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2728570194003570802</id><published>2011-06-08T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:48:18.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>Nathan, you are one month old today!&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe how quickly the time has passed and how much you've already changed and grown since we first met you in the hospital. You've captured your dad's and my heart and we just can't get over how adorable you are! We feel so lucky to be your parents and for all that you've already taught us.&lt;br /&gt;While our first month has been a challenge with it's share of ups and downs, I fall more and more in love with you each day. We are still getting to know your personality but you have proven to have a quick temper and powerful lungs, making it clear when you are not happy with a situation. It breaks my heart to hear you cry, especially when it seems nothing I can do will comfort you. I'm still learning what each cry means, but nine times out of ten it's because you want to eat or suck on your pacifier. It's just such a comfort to you!&lt;br /&gt;However, all the crying and fussing is quickly erased by your sweet, cuddly snuggles and I love when you fall asleep nuzzled on my chest. When you are calm, you have such inquisitive expressions and seem to be studying everything around you with wide eyes and pursed lips. I know you are going to be a smart boy like your dad!&lt;br /&gt;You do really well in the car and we've begun venturing out each day for little errands just for a change of pace. You usually pass out as soon as your carseat clicks into the base, which makes for a good nap each time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzHFgQvptGg/TfAe6BrvuqI/AAAAAAAACNc/lH-2SAuWFAs/s1600/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616022717564172962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzHFgQvptGg/TfAe6BrvuqI/AAAAAAAACNc/lH-2SAuWFAs/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are eating well and still have a voracious appetite, sometimes nursing for a good 40-50 minutes at a time. I think you're going through a growth spurt, too, because you have been completely unsatisfied today and eating more often than your typical 3-4 hour stretches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_VdmUgOUoA/TfAe5o87rqI/AAAAAAAACNU/GCTCcNtvWE4/s1600/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616022710925373090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_VdmUgOUoA/TfAe5o87rqI/AAAAAAAACNU/GCTCcNtvWE4/s320/IMG_2477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You've been sleeping better at night, for which I am very thankful! After many nights rocking in the recliner, you seem to be doing better in your basinet and we've learned that the white noise of your sleep giraffe helps immensely! Your naps during the day haven't been as productive, but I'll take what I can get right now. As far as playtime goes, you're not awake for too long in any stretch to really do much right now but I try to make the most and we've enjoyed your playmat and just talking with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We attempted a one-month photo shoot today but you were not in the most cooperative of moods...(perhaps because of the wardrobe malfunction, exposing your diaper?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_7pOy8rbQI/TfAe5Yv4QQI/AAAAAAAACNM/evsjNYPet7g/s1600/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616022706575655170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_7pOy8rbQI/TfAe5Yv4QQI/AAAAAAAACNM/evsjNYPet7g/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And most of our shots ended up looking more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9O_5HWFLrs/TfAe5FwRJZI/AAAAAAAACNE/l1WSD0TLszQ/s1600/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616022701477012882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9O_5HWFLrs/TfAe5FwRJZI/AAAAAAAACNE/l1WSD0TLszQ/s320/IMG_2489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor baby! We'll have to try again tomorrow because we can't commermorate one month with such a sad face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you so much little monkey, and I look forward to soaking up each and every month of milestones with you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One Month Stats:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weight - approx. 8 lbs, 9 oz (according to our home scale)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Diapers - newborn, but we're about to graduate to size 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clothes - newborn, but we're about to start trying some 0-3 month because you're getting too long for your footie pajamas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2728570194003570802?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2728570194003570802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2728570194003570802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2728570194003570802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2728570194003570802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzHFgQvptGg/TfAe6BrvuqI/AAAAAAAACNc/lH-2SAuWFAs/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-651004249106561188</id><published>2011-06-06T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:54:14.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Time, Play Time, Bath Time</title><content type='html'>Another week has passed and Nathan continues to grow and change. He's more and more alert with each day that goes by and I'm taking advantage with lots of interaction and playtime. It feels a little silly to be talking and cooing to someone all day who can't respond just yet but I'm hoping it helps him develop!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also having to seriously pull from the depths of my memory for songs and rhymes to sing to him. We're going to need to invest in some iTunes before too long because he's going to get sick of the same old tunes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the scowl fool you - it's not all serious around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615242752986331650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qt0-SNsO8AI/Te1ZiHNWOgI/AAAAAAAACM8/CPcgsWStRfw/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" /&gt; Our pediatrician said we should start tummy time at one month, so I've tried it a couple times to get a head start. Let's just say it's not the most productive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SEPKYEZC4o/Te1Zh8VDKnI/AAAAAAAACM0/2t0DREWeZyo/s1600/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615242750065846898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SEPKYEZC4o/Te1Zh8VDKnI/AAAAAAAACM0/2t0DREWeZyo/s320/IMG_2453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And usually ends in one tired little monkey closing his eyes and falling asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love our activity mat, though, and stare in wonder at the colors, patterns and animals that hang from the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTxSCe7meS0/Te1ZhvnptiI/AAAAAAAACMs/yuN2xhB3dIg/s1600/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615242746654209570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTxSCe7meS0/Te1ZhvnptiI/AAAAAAAACMs/yuN2xhB3dIg/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've also given Nathan his first "real" bath in the tub. He did a good job and didn't really fuss at all, which is a step up from the sponge bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiMZqvaKsd8/Te1ZhJ9_ziI/AAAAAAAACMk/D_Zz_6ax65s/s1600/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615242736547384866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiMZqvaKsd8/Te1ZhJ9_ziI/AAAAAAAACMk/D_Zz_6ax65s/s320/IMG_2463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's a growing bub - look at that tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q_jKRudLws/Te1ZgmLD1HI/AAAAAAAACMc/OVRIZoM8GlM/s1600/IMG_2465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615242726938498162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q_jKRudLws/Te1ZgmLD1HI/AAAAAAAACMc/OVRIZoM8GlM/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we continue to venture out and experience new things, I am hoping to be better about snapping more photos. We have to document more of this cutie pie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-651004249106561188?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/651004249106561188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=651004249106561188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/651004249106561188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/651004249106561188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/tummy-time-play-time-bath-time.html' title='Tummy Time, Play Time, Bath Time'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qt0-SNsO8AI/Te1ZiHNWOgI/AAAAAAAACM8/CPcgsWStRfw/s72-c/IMG_2458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3803344494719833795</id><published>2011-05-29T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:18:29.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>It blows my mind that Nathan is already 3 weeks old! Where does the time go?!&lt;br /&gt;We're continuing to settle into our new life with a newborn and learning all of his little quirks and traits. And while we have our moments of complete, overwhelming helplessness in knowing what to do, I think Ryan and I are doing okay and make a great team raising this tiny blessing. I am so grateful that God chose us to be his parents!&lt;br /&gt;Nathan is just plain adorable and melts my heart each time I look at him. His personality is still forming, I'm sure, but already we've seen he has quite the temper and can be quite impatient (like his parents) - especially when he is hungry. But he also has moments of sweet, snugliness that I could just eat up! He also stays more alert with each day and I love staring into those navy blue eyes wondering what he is processing in that little head (and if they'll stay that color).&lt;br /&gt;The last week brought about a few firsts for our little monkey. He got his first piece of mail...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNdRugpWAYo/TeL1qmBoaxI/AAAAAAAACMQ/k_3HLK_pyPw/s1600/IMG_2451_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612318197767760658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNdRugpWAYo/TeL1qmBoaxI/AAAAAAAACMQ/k_3HLK_pyPw/s320/IMG_2451_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally got to leave the house for the holiday weekend. A big trip out to lunch and then to Publix gave me a sense of sanity back (I've been going a bit stir crazy at home).&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner out with friends finished our big day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMFDwBZPRTY/TeL1qayoGVI/AAAAAAAACMI/Y-VuL05XzkM/s1600/IMG_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612318194752035154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMFDwBZPRTY/TeL1qayoGVI/AAAAAAAACMI/Y-VuL05XzkM/s320/IMG_2449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan was an angel and slept through the entire meal. Thank goodness!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOrms_Lthdg/TeL1qL5EclI/AAAAAAAACMA/iJqMCf7uLlg/s1600/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612318190752526930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOrms_Lthdg/TeL1qL5EclI/AAAAAAAACMA/iJqMCf7uLlg/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took him to the outlets and mall today, too, and he continued to impress with his ability to sleep through the entire outing. Planning our treks out of the house in between feedings is a challenge, but so far he has been doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jax has been doing great with her little brother and while she may be a little jealous at times, overall she seems to be adjusting well, too.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GDat5NVYVg/TeL1pzK3YzI/AAAAAAAACL4/-DrBHlz3fm4/s1600/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612318184116282162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GDat5NVYVg/TeL1pzK3YzI/AAAAAAAACL4/-DrBHlz3fm4/s320/IMG_2445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 3 weeks, here are some other things that are going on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not on a schedule by any means and continue to feed on-demand. It ends up being about every 3 hours, but Nathan has gone a few 4-5 hour stretches. I just wish they would be in the middle of the night and not during the day so mom and dad could get better sleep!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am only 5-7 pounds away from pre-pregnancy weight, which is amazing to me. Thank the constant night sweats, breastfeeding, and the antibiotics that have an awful side effect of not letting any food stick with me (tmi, i know), I suppose. But even with the number being close to what I was, my body is a totally different shape. It was a huge mistake to attempt clothes shopping today and I left empty handed and depressed that this is not my body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan is definitely growing and filling out his newborn size clothes better. He may even be getting a little long for some of his outfits that definitely show some extra stretch now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've been using gas drops for the poor little fella because he seems to have a hard time burping. They have been a huge help and I think they're providing relief for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fall more in love with this boy each and every day and I am so excited to watch him grow (although, I'm fine soaking up this time when he's teeny-tiny...he doesn't need to rush it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3803344494719833795?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3803344494719833795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3803344494719833795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3803344494719833795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3803344494719833795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNdRugpWAYo/TeL1qmBoaxI/AAAAAAAACMQ/k_3HLK_pyPw/s72-c/IMG_2451_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-5958319168536463369</id><published>2011-05-26T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:40:24.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan and his Hattie</title><content type='html'>I was lucky to have my wonderful mom here for two weeks after Nathan was born. She arrived with my dad, sister, brother-in-law and nephew on Nathan's birth day, Mother's Day, and stayed after they all went home to take care of me and her new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandbaby&lt;/span&gt; while we recovered at home.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKLTdA6M_4c/Td7UUvGVXxI/AAAAAAAACLw/Ghy7178vvPw/s1600/IMG_9162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611155638455721746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKLTdA6M_4c/Td7UUvGVXxI/AAAAAAAACLw/Ghy7178vvPw/s320/IMG_9162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To say she was a huge help would be the understatement of the year. From cooking and cleaning our house, to taking care of the munchkin in the early morning hours so I could take advantage of a few delicious hours of sleep, to changing diapers and burping Nathan in between feedings, she was truly a lifesaver as I slowly entered the world of motherhood myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she left this week, I was awash with emotion and gratitude for her putting her own life aside for two whole weeks so she could be with us. It meant the world to me to have her wisdom and guidance in these early days and I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified for when she left for all the unknown that was to come. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611155619174363682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXZIwIoOleY/Td7UTnRTMiI/AAAAAAAACLg/PWZjrYVjL3k/s320/IMG_9152.JPG" /&gt;I've managed these last couple of days learning the ropes of having a newborn and balancing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt; with sleep and eating (that's about all we can get to each day right now!) but I definitely miss my mom's company and having her around.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Hattie, for taking such good care of us and for sacrificing so much to be with us. We love you and can't wait for your next visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611155626735388098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkqjHYp6PUg/Td7UUDb_RcI/AAAAAAAACLo/fMtIdxyD_ZA/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-5958319168536463369?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5958319168536463369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=5958319168536463369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5958319168536463369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/5958319168536463369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nathan-and-his-hattie.html' title='Nathan and his Hattie'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKLTdA6M_4c/Td7UUvGVXxI/AAAAAAAACLw/Ghy7178vvPw/s72-c/IMG_9162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2238968060227523450</id><published>2011-05-25T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:16:00.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3-0</title><content type='html'>I am in denial that I just turned 30. With a new baby and recovering from major surgery, it was kind of a non-event to me and something I was happy to overlook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Ryan, as sweet and loving as he is, wouldn't let it pass without some kind of celebration. He and my mom (who was thankfully still in town at the time) did an amazing job pampering me for the day and helped make the day special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610444294950213378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f9-dIgrk7Q/TdxNXGCf1wI/AAAAAAAACLA/Kkwx7vvZo84/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom took Nathan and me to Briar Patch in Winter Park for our first outing from the house. Lunch was delicious and it felt so good to be out of the house for a couple hours between feedings! I was so grateful for my mom's company and to have a quiet meal with just her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan made it home from work early with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and he and my mom got to work on a gourmet meal of surf (crab cakes) and turf (beef tenderloin). Yum! My mom even baked a beautiful chocolate cake with homemade whipped cream that was the perfect end to our meal.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610444309920895106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9hjUpVpUoA/TdxNX9zyUII/AAAAAAAACLQ/ftM5aVUFEJk/s320/DSC_2629.JPG" /&gt;Yes, they really did put 30 whole candles on that cake for me to blow out!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610444318266287122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYfZEOaBWa4/TdxNYc5e5BI/AAAAAAAACLY/mfVsmBJH2e8/s320/DSC_2632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We invited the Bridges over for a low-key evening (I just wasn't ready for a big group or party) and I am so thankful for the time with friends and family to commemorate the day. Here's to 30 being the best year yet!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610444297808027154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bm61x31AuI/TdxNXQr2nhI/AAAAAAAACLI/_F7I61dp3ZQ/s320/IMG_2440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2238968060227523450?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2238968060227523450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2238968060227523450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2238968060227523450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2238968060227523450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-3-0.html' title='The Big 3-0'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f9-dIgrk7Q/TdxNXGCf1wI/AAAAAAAACLA/Kkwx7vvZo84/s72-c/IMG_2429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7384717761451052666</id><published>2011-05-24T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:14:36.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights and Daze</title><content type='html'>I spent the night rocking Nathan in the recliner in his nursery and sleeping in the chair with him in my arms so Ryan could get some sleep for an early morning wake-up call. The poor fella seems to have his nights and days mixed up and doesn't seem to want to sleep when his dad and I are ready for some shut eye. Let's just say I am a bit exhausted, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe Nathan is already 2 weeks old and we've been at this whole parenting bit for that long. Our time in the hospital feels so far away already and yet everything is still so new that I am a bit overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan has been doing really well - eating with a ferocious appetite, gaining weight and developing as he should. At his 2 week appointment yesterday, he had gained back his birth weight and then some hitting the scale at 7 pounds, 2 ounces. He's also grown a bit and is now 19 5/8 inches long (a whole 5/8 inch more than at birth!). The doctor seemed pleased with how he's doing and we know he's been just great!&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am a mess. These post&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;partum&lt;/span&gt; hormones are crazy and I cry at the drop of a hat. Ryan must think I'm looney. I'm scared that I may not be doing a good job or that I don't know what I'm doing and there are moments when poor Nathan is wailing and I am so lost that I don't know how to console him.&lt;br /&gt;I know this shall all pass, too quickly I'm sure, and I'll long for the early newborn days when our teeny-tiny relied so much on us (and particularly me) before he became independent and self-sufficient. I just need to keep reminding myself of that at 4 in the morning when I'm at my wits end because the little one doesn't seem to want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, it's a good thing we got that recliner and it's so comfy! I have a feeling last night won't be the last time I spend my sleep rocking my baby through the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7384717761451052666?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7384717761451052666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7384717761451052666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7384717761451052666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7384717761451052666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nights-and-daze.html' title='Nights and Daze'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1747271719620658452</id><published>2011-05-19T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:44:44.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jax meets Nathan</title><content type='html'>Jax spent the week at "camp" (her grandma's house) while we were in the hospital and she finally got to meet her baby brother on the Friday that we got home. We had sent a blanket home with Nathan's scent to try to prep her. I'm not really sure it did much but at least we tried!&lt;br /&gt;She was very curious about this little sound machine that squeaked and peeped but if you ask her if she wants to see "her" baby, she sits like a perfect lady and waits for you to show her the bubs. Then it's just a bunch of sniffing and near-kisses to explore this tiny creature.&lt;br /&gt;She definitely seems more jealous when Ryan is holding him...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2Dfq5rjBIk/Tdf1vO6d4cI/AAAAAAAACK4/1E52Nrzzsuw/s1600/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609222052719223234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2Dfq5rjBIk/Tdf1vO6d4cI/AAAAAAAACK4/1E52Nrzzsuw/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But seems fine with me taking care of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dfNCeHQ1Ps/TdfxRCndA1I/AAAAAAAACKw/nIDl-LltylM/s1600/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609217135975662418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dfNCeHQ1Ps/TdfxRCndA1I/AAAAAAAACKw/nIDl-LltylM/s320/IMG_2400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a terrible shot of me, but it shows how sweet Jax has been trying to be close to us while her brother is around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrxZyEL-4Jo/TdfxQNbdv3I/AAAAAAAACKo/6NPBBde0uwk/s1600/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609217121698299762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrxZyEL-4Jo/TdfxQNbdv3I/AAAAAAAACKo/6NPBBde0uwk/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've done our best to pay her attention and let her know she is still loved. I think it will take some adjustment on all our parts, but so far she's been great.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ8-KXGv8uU/TdfxP5Zq0vI/AAAAAAAACKg/T_NlGxrQvXU/s1600/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609217116322058994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ8-KXGv8uU/TdfxP5Zq0vI/AAAAAAAACKg/T_NlGxrQvXU/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's also intrigued by the Mama Roo, a fabulous contraption that lulls Nathan to sleep and keeps him entertained. One night we caught her laying by it, keeping watch.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p07uBHjS84k/TdfxPv7rFiI/AAAAAAAACKY/4_SIboGRM8Y/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609217113780327970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p07uBHjS84k/TdfxPv7rFiI/AAAAAAAACKY/4_SIboGRM8Y/s320/IMG_2412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm not so sure about this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FinaA__-Ag/TdfxPBISB2I/AAAAAAAACKQ/50bvNDByVOU/s1600/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609217101216745314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FinaA__-Ag/TdfxPBISB2I/AAAAAAAACKQ/50bvNDByVOU/s320/IMG_2409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1747271719620658452?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1747271719620658452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1747271719620658452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1747271719620658452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1747271719620658452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/jax-meets-nathan.html' title='Jax meets Nathan'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2Dfq5rjBIk/Tdf1vO6d4cI/AAAAAAAACK4/1E52Nrzzsuw/s72-c/IMG_2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2434012720545363632</id><published>2011-05-18T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:02:06.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors in the Hospital</title><content type='html'>As soon as news got out that Nathan was here safe and we were recovering in our room, everyone wanted to come see the little guy and welcome him on his birth day. We were lucky to have many visitors that wanted to share their love throughout our stay.&lt;br /&gt;His "Lollie" (Ryan's mom) and Uncle Brad (no photo, unfortunately) came to dote on the little monkey first.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609210421120885330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH8dghZKENo/TdfrKL1UYlI/AAAAAAAACJg/Tg2tB8aUncg/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" /&gt;Then his grandfather, Ryan's dad, made his way over to see his grandson.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609210423122309906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgqDKNrE_Ak/TdfrKTSfsxI/AAAAAAAACJo/4HSLLxMjlpg/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" /&gt;Later in the day, the Bridges brought Parker to meet his new best bud - they are almost 8 weeks apart exactly and will have so much fun growing up together!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609210439247693698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRajgf7hXrw/TdfrLPXFh4I/AAAAAAAACJw/At3mzfIOwTw/s320/IMG_2311.JPG" /&gt;And after driving all day from Atlanta, my family (minus Aunt Alex - we missed her!!) made their way to Orlando to meet baby Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Hattie and Poppy are excited to have a second grandson to play golf and tennis with.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609210445680649074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjmoTDuX8O4/TdfrLnU0o3I/AAAAAAAACJ4/9IHw5v84N8Q/s320/DSC_2265.JPG" /&gt;And Kelly and Lincoln became aunt and uncle with the arrival of Nathan, while Carter gained his first cousin. He was a little jealous of the baby but hopefully as they grow up together they will be best friends!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Xr9aD62TU/TdfsEGAK9XI/AAAAAAAACKI/IKNf3RTDHM8/s1600/IMG_9291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609211415988204914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Xr9aD62TU/TdfsEGAK9XI/AAAAAAAACKI/IKNf3RTDHM8/s320/IMG_9291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were surprised one night with a knock on our door to see my cousin Tricia and her husband, Greg, in town all the way from Puerto Rico. It was so fun to have them visit, perfectly timed with a business trip for Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9SIyCdfeck/TdfsDngWltI/AAAAAAAACKA/JwF02Do_-9I/s1600/IMG_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609211407801685714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9SIyCdfeck/TdfsDngWltI/AAAAAAAACKA/JwF02Do_-9I/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent lots of time with my family while they were in town and friends that popped in to bring us dinner (thanks Bridges and Lewallyns!!), which made our stay in the hospital go so quickly. It was so comforting to have so many people there to support us and welcome Nathan into the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2434012720545363632?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2434012720545363632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2434012720545363632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2434012720545363632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2434012720545363632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/visitors-in-hospital.html' title='Visitors in the Hospital'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH8dghZKENo/TdfrKL1UYlI/AAAAAAAACJg/Tg2tB8aUncg/s72-c/IMG_2308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2965462615880560170</id><published>2011-05-17T11:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:18:04.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish, Splash - Baby's First Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Until Nathan's umbilical cord comes off, he can only have sponge baths and we thought he was about due on Thursday after we got him home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607703847496282754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jiC3YQOil0/TdKQ8DubcoI/AAAAAAAACJY/U3oLJtdV8Ow/s320/DSC_2334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607703843273827602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LubD43ApNg/TdKQ7z_t5RI/AAAAAAAACJQ/KWog3TDW8PE/s320/DSC_2336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say he loves the body washing portion of bath time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(poor guy just gets so chilly!)&lt;/span&gt; but as soon as he's bundled up and we massage his little head, he is in heaven. He takes after his mama - I love a good shampoo! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607703841337074962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEvozudFpMk/TdKQ7sx9ZRI/AAAAAAAACJI/UEthyGFRlrI/s320/DSC_2340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2965462615880560170?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2965462615880560170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2965462615880560170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2965462615880560170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2965462615880560170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/splish-splash-babys-first-bath.html' title='Splish, Splash - Baby&apos;s First Bath'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jiC3YQOil0/TdKQ8DubcoI/AAAAAAAACJY/U3oLJtdV8Ow/s72-c/DSC_2334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3868200738456537366</id><published>2011-05-15T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:01:48.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's hard to believe we've been home for a whole week and Nathan wasn't even scheduled to arrive until today! I am so thankful he decided to come early &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and on his own time)&lt;/span&gt; so we could love on him that much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Already in one week I feel like Ryan and I have grown a lot and have gotten pretty comfortable at being parents. I fall in love with him more and more each day seeing him interact with Nathan and having him take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some observations from the first week that I wanted to be sure to capture: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am recovering a lot faster than I thought I would and seem to be getting around pretty well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;However, I still very much need my pain meds!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first day back at home I had only lost 3 pounds and I was devastated. Since then, though, I've lost a lot of fluid retention and I'm down 18 pounds. Phew! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Still quite a ways to go but I'll take it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not sure how we're getting by with so little sleep but somehow it's working out. Ryan and I make a great team and I am so thankful for his help in the middle of the night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I often have to force myself to put Nathan back down to sleep after a feeding in the middle of the night because I just love cuddling with him so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan is a little Zoolander and his constant facial expressions crack me up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't think staying on top of blogging, Facebook, photo organization, etc. would be so difficult - how do these other new moms do it?! I feel very behind and a bit overwhelmed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew I would love my baby but I had no idea how much my heart would grow and that I could actually miss him when we're in the same room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no idea how many diapers we go through a day but it's comical at times when I've just put a fresh one on and Nathan decides he needs to "go" again. Seriously, I do laugh because what else can you do? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathan is like a little piranha when it comes time to feeding - he has a serious appetite and goes for it like he hasn't eaten in weeks! We're getting the hang of this whole breastfeeding business and so far it's been successful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have already established quite the list of nicknames for baby - Monkey, Chipmunk, Squishy, Mush Mush and all sorts of cutie, sweetie, angel pie types of monikers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have all sorts of other insightful, astute thoughts as I sit in bed nursing or rocking Nathan to sleep but of course as soon as I sit down to type they all escape me. I just know I love being a mom and I could not have asked for a more perfect baby. God truly blessed us and it blows my mind that Nathan came from Ryan and me - it makes me tear up with joy each time I praise Him for this gift!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3868200738456537366?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3868200738456537366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3868200738456537366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3868200738456537366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3868200738456537366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-one-week.html' title='It&apos;s Been One Week'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4936988497817533167</id><published>2011-05-11T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:00:15.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>After spending almost four full days in the hospital, we were ready to take Nathan home and get settled in. I had run a fever after the surgery &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not sure why, even after xrays and countless rounds of antibiotics in my IV)&lt;/span&gt; so they wanted to keep me for 24 hours after it finally went down and by Wednesday I got the green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t82z9eJFNng/TdHTYD5F0PI/AAAAAAAACJA/4q8MUDhz_00/s1600/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607495421368062194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t82z9eJFNng/TdHTYD5F0PI/AAAAAAAACJA/4q8MUDhz_00/s320/IMG_2368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan got the all-clear from his doctors, too, and after a quick wardrobe change, we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T47GXoOcWeo/TdHTXyvDmsI/AAAAAAAACI4/neOzSIuY_rE/s1600/IMG_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607495416762571458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T47GXoOcWeo/TdHTXyvDmsI/AAAAAAAACI4/neOzSIuY_rE/s320/IMG_2369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by the nurses' station to get Nathan's "lojack" removed from his ankle and to thank everyone for their help and care.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E1R8gVeHiY8/TdHTXudEAlI/AAAAAAAACIw/wlWDiETyQ5c/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607495415613358674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E1R8gVeHiY8/TdHTXudEAlI/AAAAAAAACIw/wlWDiETyQ5c/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loaded up the car and took one more family portrait at the hospital before heading home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hrok9FK16k0/TdHTXXZTCsI/AAAAAAAACIo/5UuojV1wtLs/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607495409423551170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hrok9FK16k0/TdHTXXZTCsI/AAAAAAAACIo/5UuojV1wtLs/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan was very snug in his carseat and slept the whole way home. It killed me to sit in the front seat and not be able to stare at him during the ride!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UltE2mOwfgg/TdHSkYfqfmI/AAAAAAAACIg/_F3Lpl-0DEw/s1600/IMG_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494533545360994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UltE2mOwfgg/TdHSkYfqfmI/AAAAAAAACIg/_F3Lpl-0DEw/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it home safely and are ready to start our life as a family of three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFg-hB_kZpc/TdHSkdEq_iI/AAAAAAAACIY/kIhc09A_4xM/s1600/DSC_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494534774324770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFg-hB_kZpc/TdHSkdEq_iI/AAAAAAAACIY/kIhc09A_4xM/s320/DSC_2316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Nathan is pretty excited!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ELUvN6An0/TdHSj8vt1eI/AAAAAAAACIQ/iSm40cISFBM/s1600/DSC_2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494526096496098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ELUvN6An0/TdHSj8vt1eI/AAAAAAAACIQ/iSm40cISFBM/s320/DSC_2321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4936988497817533167?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4936988497817533167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4936988497817533167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4936988497817533167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4936988497817533167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t82z9eJFNng/TdHTYD5F0PI/AAAAAAAACJA/4q8MUDhz_00/s72-c/IMG_2368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7089805052239639109</id><published>2011-05-10T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:39:56.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan's Birth Day in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here's where it all started...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDok7qn3w5Q/Tc7LZu8DkOI/AAAAAAAACII/5uI7mMqx_FU/s1600/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606642229079937250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDok7qn3w5Q/Tc7LZu8DkOI/AAAAAAAACII/5uI7mMqx_FU/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally on drugs and waiting for the procedure to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv0NXagiLrc/Tc7LZenwl9I/AAAAAAAACIA/H8Z0ZlBxiHQ/s1600/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606642224699840466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv0NXagiLrc/Tc7LZenwl9I/AAAAAAAACIA/H8Z0ZlBxiHQ/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzve793ssZU/Tc7LZCZQlsI/AAAAAAAACH4/_JV0YLq8Df4/s1600/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606642217122830018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzve793ssZU/Tc7LZCZQlsI/AAAAAAAACH4/_JV0YLq8Df4/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meeting my son for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cxBR32qT30/Tc7LY8QTbxI/AAAAAAAACHw/DKQ7uVVZPXg/s1600/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606642215474654994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cxBR32qT30/Tc7LY8QTbxI/AAAAAAAACHw/DKQ7uVVZPXg/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud daddy and his boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEgfdmFdVfw/Tc7Kle9j6BI/AAAAAAAACHo/6a3PB2P_99c/s1600/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606641331438086162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEgfdmFdVfw/Tc7Kle9j6BI/AAAAAAAACHo/6a3PB2P_99c/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already finding those fingers and sucking away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Ym-lUYxc4/Tc7KlKSYo6I/AAAAAAAACHg/Gz0ibBLHG4Q/s1600/IMG_2284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606641325888283554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Ym-lUYxc4/Tc7KlKSYo6I/AAAAAAAACHg/Gz0ibBLHG4Q/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan's first bath in the nursery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3eD5ua44Q/Tc7Kk1hyXxI/AAAAAAAACHY/MwQE4j7mKw0/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606641320315739922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3eD5ua44Q/Tc7Kk1hyXxI/AAAAAAAACHY/MwQE4j7mKw0/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Settling into our room with my sweet, sweet boy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VX_BGI25uc8/Tc7Kk0etcmI/AAAAAAAACHQ/4bKmdqL36tE/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606641320034398818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VX_BGI25uc8/Tc7Kk0etcmI/AAAAAAAACHQ/4bKmdqL36tE/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two boys. They melt my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6e7r1W5mtPU/Tc7KkthxasI/AAAAAAAACHI/v6s6ET_6Lm8/s1600/IMG_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606641318168193730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6e7r1W5mtPU/Tc7KkthxasI/AAAAAAAACHI/v6s6ET_6Lm8/s320/IMG_2330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7089805052239639109?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7089805052239639109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7089805052239639109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7089805052239639109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7089805052239639109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nathans-birth-day-in-pictures.html' title='Nathan&apos;s Birth Day in Pictures'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDok7qn3w5Q/Tc7LZu8DkOI/AAAAAAAACII/5uI7mMqx_FU/s72-c/IMG_2257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-1158828924387172541</id><published>2011-05-09T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:49:24.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I had two more weekly posts to capture my pregnancy milestones &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(weeks 38 and 39)&lt;/span&gt;, Nathan decided he couldn't wait any longer and surprised us all by coming 8 days earlier than his scheduled c-section &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and 12 days earlier than his due date)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday before his arrival, I felt like he had "dropped" - there was a new &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(uncomfortable)&lt;/span&gt; pressure in my pelvis and I was having a lot of trouble just walking &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(without a severe waddle)&lt;/span&gt;. By Friday night, I was really uncomfortable and after a lovely dinner out with friends, I had a hard time walking back to our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Saturday I was miserable. It felt like I was getting my period - I was cramping and feeling Braxton Hicks contractions all day and was just lethargic. By the evening, I started wondering if those "false" contractions were the real thing and I went to take a shower to see if it helped relieve any pain &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and to prep for a trip to the hospital, just in case)&lt;/span&gt;. I also started packing. I just had a feeling - whether this was real or not, we were going to the hospital that night to be sure everthing was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9 o'clock, I was timing contractions and they were coming every 5-6 minutes and lasting about a minute. Ryan texted our doctor and he called back to chat. I explained how I was feeling and he said he didn't think it was real labor because I shouldn't be able to talk through the contractions &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which I did while we were on the phone)&lt;/span&gt; but he would be ready to go to the hospital if we wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stick it out, thinking for sure this couldn't be it since Nathan was breech and not in the right position to start labor. But if I had to go another week feeling like this, in false labor, before my c-section...I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to bed, with the pains continuing to come and me squeezing Ryan's hand each time. I got up around 12:45 to use the bathroom and when I got back to bed, I sat on the edge &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bent over in pain for another contraction)&lt;/span&gt; and my water broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water broke! On its own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew. This was real. We needed to go. Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan called the doctor as I struggled to the bathroom to put on make-up. Ridiculous, I know, but I wanted to look good in my photos and I was looking pretty rough at that point. Ryan also tried to get in touch with my family, whom I had kept in the dark all day thinking this was nothing, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally gathered our things and made it to the car. Ryan was able to get a hold of my mom and as she tried to console me and encourage me over speaker phone, I was shaking uncontrollably and writhing in pain. If only I had practiced my breathing a bit more - I could not focus on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled up to the hospital, Ryan ran in to grab a wheel chair and I struggled to get out of the car. We wheeled over to triage and the nurse at the desk asked me to fill out a clipboard of paperwork while Ryan went to move the car. I think I actually said "Are you kidding me?" I had already preregistered, afterall. She also asked why I was there. Seriously?! I'm having a baby! She must have finally taken pity on me because she offered to fill out the papers based on my insurance. Um, thanks lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got into triage, another nurse started asking me questions and wheeled me into a room by myself. She went through a list of what I'm sure are very important things but why Ryan couldn't be in there was beyond me and I could barely speak to answer her. All this time I had my eyes shut, so I don't even know what was going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of her list she asked if there was anything else she needed to know. "He's breech." I told her. That got us moving to an examination room for the next stage of torturous waiting.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an eternity for anyone to come into the room with us. Finally, a nurse appeared and started doing a check of my vitals. When she got to the internal exam, I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at 8 cm already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never even had an internal at my doctor's office, so who knows how quickly I got to that point but 8 cm! I was pretty freaking impressed with myself that I got that far through labor without any help of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of my progress sent everyone into a rush and finally got us some attention. I changed into a gown and got wheeled into the OR just as my doctor came through the doors. It felt very "Father of the Bridge 2-esque." Ryan stayed behind to change while they prepped me for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still shaking non-stop when I had to shimmy onto the operating table and provide limbs for probes and pricks. Another nurse &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or maybe the anesthesiologist?)&lt;/span&gt; hovered over my face and started going through a bunch of legal jargon to have me sign the paperwork for my spinal. "Are you kidding me? Just do it, please!!" But I was required to give a signature before they could do it and they were in quite a rush to get the drugs working so I scribbled something on a few pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was asked to try and control my shaking because it was making it tough to get the spinal in. Ha! I wish I could have! They had me roll to my side and try to curl into the fetal position, but I was struggling so I am very thankful, they were finally able to get it because I couldn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was in, I started feeling some relief. My arms got stretched out to each side and they wrapped them in blankets, along with my head, to try and warm me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan appeared in his yellow scrubs and face mask, camera around his neck, and I've never thought he looked so adorable. What a sight for sore eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain went up and I started getting tested for numbness - "can you feel this? what about this?" There wasn't a lot of time for the drugs to kick in before they had to cut so I'm glad they worked their magic in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I appeared as a completely different person once the drugs were flowing and I was able to talk to Ryan and the nurses that surrounded me. All the while, in the back of my head, I was thinking this was it - we're about to become parents. We're having a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery started and after quite a bit of effort, I was told the baby was out. I listened, but didn't hear anything - why wasn't he crying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the most beautiful sound in the world, Nathan made his first few peeps and then wails. I started tearing up and was staring at Ryan in disbelief for this miracle we created. It was 3:21 am on Sunday - Mother's Day. What timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They began the long process of sewing me back up as the nurses brought the baby over for me to meet. God is so good and Nathan was absolutely perfect! It was love at first sight, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some family time and then my boys were whisked off to recovery to wait for me to arrive. Unfortunately, it seems that Nathan's position caused a bit of extra tearing in my uterus and I had additional bleeding during the procedure, so it took almost an hour and a half for them to finish putting me back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the eternity of being all alone in the OR &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(alone with a dozen hospital staff working around me)&lt;/span&gt;, I got wheeled into recovery and reunited with my family. To be honest, I don't remember a lot except that I was in extreme pain, couldn't stop shaking, and was in and out of sleep. They tried several different pain meds to help me but nothing seemed to work and I wasn't allowed to leave and head to my room until it was under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(four or five)&lt;/span&gt;, it was finally time and we were able to make our way up to a private room to rest. It was 10 in the morning and I felt like I'd been through the entire day already. Nathan was here, we had made it through labor and delivery and a new adventure was starting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-1158828924387172541?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1158828924387172541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=1158828924387172541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1158828924387172541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/1158828924387172541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nathans-birth-story.html' title='Nathan&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3375170038481693472</id><published>2011-05-08T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:57:08.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606344250206412994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAOWvk3nC1g/Tc28ZFIbYMI/AAAAAAAACG0/Axf-FSXLcig/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nathan Brooks Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;born Sunday, May 8, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:21 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 pounds, 11 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAxHxDfGoZI/Tc28ZcBlriI/AAAAAAAACG8/plDj-G6PGTM/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606344256351743522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAxHxDfGoZI/Tc28ZcBlriI/AAAAAAAACG8/plDj-G6PGTM/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God blessed us with this tiny miracle on Mother's Day and I can't think of a better gift as a new mom. We are so in love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3375170038481693472?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3375170038481693472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3375170038481693472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3375170038481693472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3375170038481693472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAOWvk3nC1g/Tc28ZFIbYMI/AAAAAAAACG0/Axf-FSXLcig/s72-c/IMG_2319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8135491165742322153</id><published>2011-05-03T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:19:55.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks - Full Term!</title><content type='html'>The past week has been a mix of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Grateful, for a seemingly healthy baby and a supportive husband that I know will be my rock as I prepare for a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, that I won't get to experience contractions or labor because of Nathan's position.&lt;br /&gt;Relieved, that I won't have to go through a 24-hour labor only to result in a c-section anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Excited, to know when I will get to meet my son and the prospect of finally seeing what he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Humbled, that surely this is what God intended and His reasons are beyond my comprehension right now but I need to trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know an exact date that Nathan will be coming, the planner in me (and Ryan) is content to have a countdown and know how many days are left for final preparation. It's been nice to plan out my family coming down knowing for sure they won't miss his arrival.&lt;br /&gt;It's also put me into major nesting mode, both at home and mostly at work, trying to finalize every last detail before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor this morning, there was a moment where we all thought Nathan had made the move and we were all anxious to pop into the sonogram room to confirm whether or not he was head-down. Nope. That tricky little guy was just fooling us and he remains breech so we remain on schedule for May 16.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqoejj-h48M/TcCP1q0a0nI/AAAAAAAACGs/0SHL3RCX9cc/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602636088638886514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqoejj-h48M/TcCP1q0a0nI/AAAAAAAACGs/0SHL3RCX9cc/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far along: 37 weeks - full term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size of baby: Swiss chard, more than 19 in. and about 6 1/3 lb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total weight gain/loss: still +29 lbs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I actually lost weight last week but it steadied back out again)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternity clothes: even some of my tops are now becoming too small for my growing bump and I have to be careful they cover the maternity band on my pants! With the news of my impending c-section, I need to buy a few summer dresses so I don't have waistbands hitting right on my incision. Another shopping trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: I haven't felt such strong kicks but he's definitely still wiggling as much as he can for the tight quarters. What fooled us at the doctor today was the location of his heartbeat - it seemed to be coming from the "right spot" for him to be head-down &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(according to my doctor)&lt;/span&gt; but I would think it would basically be in the same area either way because it's in the middle. But I'm not a doctor, so who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: I've been getting up more each night and my hips can't stand being on one side for too long but I'm still generally sleeping well and so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss: lots of things, but with the end in sight none of it really seems to matter because I'll get to meet my little one soon! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm also really excited for a glass of wine and some good sushi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: watermelon, which I've had a few times this week, and chocolate covered pretzels, which I have not &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because we don't have any)&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't been as hungry as Nathan continues to take up so much space in my belly and I've even taken to skipping my mid-morning snack at work most mornings because I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms: same as last week (swelling, heartburn, sciatica, waddling, increased clumsiness) along with dizziness, crabiness, and Braxton Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best moment this week: finding out that Nathan's Hattie (my mom) is cancer free for the first time in four years! We rejoiced with the news that her latest scan came back clear and there is nothing to watch as there has been for so many appointments. God is good and definitely answers prayers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8135491165742322153?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8135491165742322153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8135491165742322153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8135491165742322153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8135491165742322153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/05/37-weeks-full-term.html' title='37 weeks - Full Term!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqoejj-h48M/TcCP1q0a0nI/AAAAAAAACGs/0SHL3RCX9cc/s72-c/IMG_2242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-8232770577964509275</id><published>2011-04-28T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:39:00.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafts for Nathan</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit - I am not a great sewer. I am definitely still learning and my work shows it! But my nesting urge has also spread into crafting, so I had to take advantage and make a few things for Baby M before he gets here.&lt;br /&gt;Some burp cloths, personalized of course...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598820510586268466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgKRfGzuZAI/TbMBly6qazI/AAAAAAAACGc/wsOF9BwM_yw/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" /&gt;(The argyle ribbon cleverly covers up some of my sloppy stiches. Oops!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vqILArI50g/TbMBlxkqtrI/AAAAAAAACGU/5hTT1yJBd28/s1600/IMG_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598820510225577650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vqILArI50g/TbMBlxkqtrI/AAAAAAAACGU/5hTT1yJBd28/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also needed a personalized Boppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOPOI8oikHw/TbMBlrU9Y_I/AAAAAAAACGM/2661AM9tZWM/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598820508549080050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOPOI8oikHw/TbMBlrU9Y_I/AAAAAAAACGM/2661AM9tZWM/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to add to his name already painted for the nursery, I made a frame that is awaiting his adorable photo. I may add his birth date under his name, too, once I know what it is! The Bible verse was especially meaningful to me since I did pray that God would allow us to have a child for so many months while we tried to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHvImGz8MJo/TbMBlTiwDoI/AAAAAAAACGE/vt-9fFq3yoI/s1600/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598820502164475522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHvImGz8MJo/TbMBlTiwDoI/AAAAAAAACGE/vt-9fFq3yoI/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, my crafting wouldn't be complete without a handpainted onesie for the little munchkin to wear in the hospital (and beyond).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598820499280920434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XIuE6B884vc/TbMBlIzQf3I/AAAAAAAACF8/a3Uw8fhMNCI/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" /&gt;I have a couple more blank onesies ready to paint but I'm lacking inspiration so they may stay white for now. We'll see if something strikes in the next couple of weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-8232770577964509275?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8232770577964509275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=8232770577964509275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8232770577964509275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/8232770577964509275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/crafts-for-nathan.html' title='Crafts for Nathan'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgKRfGzuZAI/TbMBly6qazI/AAAAAAAACGc/wsOF9BwM_yw/s72-c/IMG_2222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-9186754660433589203</id><published>2011-04-26T20:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:56:21.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks</title><content type='html'>I had thoughts of what to post this week but they've all been consumed by the news we heard at the doctor this morning for my 36 week check-up:&lt;br /&gt;Baby is still breech. With his feet way up by his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my last appointment, the doctor I saw thought Nathan had turned and even had me feel his "butt" and "head" as she poked around. Either she was wrong or he's flipped again because he is pretty high up and still snuggling head-up by my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;So after a long discussion with the doctor and Ryan and I weighing the options, we went ahead and scheduled a c-section. And basically picked our baby's birthday. It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me that is relieved. We know when he's coming &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for the most part - he could always surprise us)&lt;/span&gt; and it makes it so much easier to "schedule" my family to be here for his birth.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am apprehensive about having major surgery and the whole recovery process. That part of me wonders if any tricks or "exercises" I've read can really help the baby turn on his own so I can try for a vaginal delivery. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I actually spent 20 minutes when I got home tonight trying one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for wisdom and direction in the next couple of weeks to understand God's plan for our baby's arrival. I know He knows what He's doing and that there is a reason for everything, so we'll see how things go for my next two appointments &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which are now weekly)&lt;/span&gt; to see if He changes anything or if this is truly the plan.&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, Nathan is truly his mama's boy and proved to be just as stubborn as in past appointments for this ultrasound - not only was he presenting breech, he was facing backward so we couldn't even get a shot of his face! The best the tech got was a foot. Silly boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPtG5g0jlWg/TbdjOGeLJ7I/AAAAAAAACGk/sem1zRyHNTg/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600053755564992434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPtG5g0jlWg/TbdjOGeLJ7I/AAAAAAAACGk/sem1zRyHNTg/s320/IMG_2238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far along: 36 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Size of baby: a crenshaw melon &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no clue)&lt;/span&gt;, about 18.5 in. and almost 6 lb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total weight gain/loss: +29 lbs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I hate having to admit this at this point)&lt;/span&gt; I will say, though, that I still have an "innie" but it's almost completely flat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maternity clothes: almost everything I wear at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: a boy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movement: Nathan's heartbeat was strong on the ultrasound this morning and he is definitely still moving around - just with less and less room. He also gets the hiccups quite a bit, which are such a bizarre feeling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleep: I tried a new trick last night because my hips have been hurting so much while I sleep. I propped myself to almost sitting and used a neck pillow Ryan bought on a business trip recently so my head wouldn't roll around. It was actually quite comfy and I lasted a few hours before settling down and going back to side-sleeping. I'm also getting up about twice a night, which is more frequently than before but still not as bad as I ever thought this far along in the pregnancy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I miss: fitting in my shoes! My feet are so swollen, I am limited to just a couple pairs that don't hurt. Really missing that back-sleeping, too, now that my hips hurt so much at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cravings: still sweets but also fresh fruit &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(something healthy!)&lt;/span&gt;. I got pineapple, strawberries and watermelon over the weekend and have eaten almost all of it already for various meals and snacks. Yum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Symptoms: swelling, heartburn, sciatica, waddling, increased clumsiness, the list goes on. Ah, how lovely pregnancy can be! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best moment this week: not necessarily the best, but the most momentous - I got out of work early on Thursday for the long Easter weekend so I took advantage and went to the hospital to preregister. I am now all set to check in without having to fill out mounds of paperwork when baby comes! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Although, admittedly, it wasn't bad at all and actually was so easy so I am sure I could have handled it when the time came but I'm glad to have it over with.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-9186754660433589203?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/9186754660433589203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=9186754660433589203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/9186754660433589203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/9186754660433589203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/36-weeks.html' title='36 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPtG5g0jlWg/TbdjOGeLJ7I/AAAAAAAACGk/sem1zRyHNTg/s72-c/IMG_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-7792439212433585401</id><published>2011-04-24T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:50:00.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>He is Risen!&lt;br /&gt;What a joyous day and such a great reminder of all the many blessings God has given in our lives. I absolutely love Easter and all the tradition and celebration behind it.&lt;br /&gt;While I've been a bit distracted this year to do anything major to celebrate, I did finally set out some decorations and bought my must-have Cadbury Mini-Eggs. They're the best Easter candy by far!&lt;br /&gt;After church, we are getting together with Ryan's family and I'm looking forward to reflecting on what this day means and having a quiet afternoon of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and your loved ones have a very Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-7792439212433585401?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7792439212433585401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=7792439212433585401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7792439212433585401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/7792439212433585401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-126087066733707185</id><published>2011-04-23T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:39:23.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A name for the nursery</title><content type='html'>As a gift to my sister before my nephew was born last year, I painted his name on canvases for his room. Well, with my own little one on the way, I had to do the same for our nursery!&lt;br /&gt;What started as six plain square canvases slowly became 10x10 blocks of color...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817976731848658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxOW_vt1WZ8/TbL_STksT9I/AAAAAAAACF0/xxphXbv_2ws/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ozSbkyq01M/TbL_R_oZePI/AAAAAAAACFs/o6DyvoxRoXE/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817971378682098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ozSbkyq01M/TbL_R_oZePI/AAAAAAAACFs/o6DyvoxRoXE/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then (even more slowly) became "Nathan"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQqFD7b6GsQ/TbL_RiBrp9I/AAAAAAAACFk/59ZGOqAv3wg/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817963431667666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQqFD7b6GsQ/TbL_RiBrp9I/AAAAAAAACFk/59ZGOqAv3wg/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to use the nursery colors but since we didn't necessarily have a theme, I chose more graphic patterns instead of a scene like I did for Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufoq5773dlw/TbL_RYUwW_I/AAAAAAAACFc/J0AORYbCFek/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817960827313138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufoq5773dlw/TbL_RYUwW_I/AAAAAAAACFc/J0AORYbCFek/s320/IMG_2233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now they're all hung and ready to welcome baby home. I love how it turned out and it really helps to make the nursery feel more complete. One more thing off the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-126087066733707185?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/126087066733707185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=126087066733707185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/126087066733707185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/126087066733707185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/name-for-nursery.html' title='A name for the nursery'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxOW_vt1WZ8/TbL_STksT9I/AAAAAAAACF0/xxphXbv_2ws/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4273145505109092371</id><published>2011-04-18T20:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:29:39.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mondays are tough for me. I don't know if it's because it's the first day back at work after the weekend or what, but the last few weeks have had rough Mondays. Today was especially busy - I had a new associate start at work and between meetings all day and trying to get him acquainted with his new office, I didn't sit down to check emails until 5 pm and I couldn't even get through them all before needing to head home to rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with the preparations for maternity leave. I don't typically write about work on my blog, but it's definitely something that is starting to overshadow my final weeks before Baby M arrives. I know he will come when God is ready but I just hope I am able to get everything wrapped up between now and then!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598816837228165298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fKzK73UTgE/TbL-P-l1-LI/AAAAAAAACFU/iHZKSF4ZliQ/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far along: 35 weeks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Size of baby: a honeydew melon, more than 18 in. and about 5.25 lb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total weight gain/loss: +27 lbs (this gets more and more depressing but I have to think that my baby is growing and *hopefully* healthy so the weight gain is all worth it) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maternity clothes: definitely growing tired of my lack of choices for work - especially since it's warming up and most of my "nicer" tops are for cooler weather so I end up sweating in the office! I find myself overheating in meetings only to find out after the fact from colleagues that no one else is hot. My internal furnace is keeping things toasty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gender: a boy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movement: I can tell it's getting tighter in there because Nathan doesn't have the exagerated waves of motion anymore but I do feel him kick quite a bit. He's pretty high still (the doctor even confirmed last week at my appointment) and I can feel him wedged up in my right ribs. She did think he had turned, though, which is great news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleep: yes, please! I love my sleep and still slumber really hard each night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I miss: being more active (did I really just say that?!). I miss getting some kind of exercise but it's just so hard right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cravings: there was a birthday celebration in the office today and it was the perfect combination of red velvet cake calls (homemade and amazing!) and Whole Foods cupcakes. No wonder my weight gain keeps ticking up and up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Symptoms: swelling - both in my feet and fingers. By the time I got home from work today, my shoes were so tight and my feet looked like they had been stung by bees. I've also had nasty heartburn (had to buy more Tums this weekend) and backache, supporting all this extra weight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best moment this week: a visit from my mom! We started the long weekend with a quick zip down to Vero Beach to look at potential vacation homes for my parents. I admittedly was not looking forward to spending all day 8 months pregnant and walking around but I actually had a really good time and liked seeing all the different properties. Hopefully one will work out for them! The rest of the visit was spent shopping and running errands to get final supplies before baby comes and wrapping up some nursery projects. It was so nice to have my mom here for a few days and all that we accomplished made me feel so much more ready for Nathan to arrive. It's hard to believe the next time I see her he will be here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4273145505109092371?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4273145505109092371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4273145505109092371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4273145505109092371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4273145505109092371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/35-weeks.html' title='35 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fKzK73UTgE/TbL-P-l1-LI/AAAAAAAACFU/iHZKSF4ZliQ/s72-c/IMG_2214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4554177918171184561</id><published>2011-04-12T20:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:39:26.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks</title><content type='html'>I had a minor hormonal anxiety attack this morning and laid in bed, crying on the phone to Ryan (who had to work in Tampa this morning), doing an official kick count because I was worried I hadn't been feeling Nathan enough in the past couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the countdown is really in my head now and I am starting to worry over every little thing. Surprisingly, I have been really laid back this whole pregnancy so this is a big change for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, Baby M kicked plenty and continued throughout the day so I didn't end up going to the hospital as was the protocol direction when I called the doctor's office with my concern. I am praying that God will relieve some of these nerves and anxiety and in the meantime, I am putting my trust in Him that all is well.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icHqaH43dSc/TaToaU3mxmI/AAAAAAAACFM/IVLaWG8RnZ4/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594852176077178466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icHqaH43dSc/TaToaU3mxmI/AAAAAAAACFM/IVLaWG8RnZ4/s320/IMG_2209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How far along: 34 weeks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Size of baby: a cantaloupe, almost 18 in. and about 4.75 lb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total weight gain/loss: +26 lbs (yikes - can I blame some of that on water weight and swelling, please?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maternity clothes: yep, pretty much everything I wear now. Thankfully, Lindsay lent me a bunch of tops now that she has had baby Parker, so my choices have expanded quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gender: a boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movement: despite my little freak out, he is actually moving quite a bit. I'm also feeling a more rhythmic pattern every now and then, which I'm thinking is the hiccups?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep: I seem to hit a wall each afternoon and get really tired so the exhaustion is starting to set in again. At night, my hips don't lie - they hurt! But I'm still sleeping pretty well and thankful for any zzz's I can get. Only 6 more weeks to enjoy them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I miss: Spring! Suddenly, it's gone into full summer heat mode down here and I can't stand it. It's not really pregnancy-related but relevant to the time. Thank goodness Nathan is scheduled to arrive before summer really hits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cravings: still love my sweets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symptoms: my feet tend to swell by the afternoon and are those really kankles? Ahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best moment this week: Ryan and I went on a sweet date night on Saturday night and it was so nice to have a great meal and talk. I know those moments are quickly slipping away, so I was glad to have the opportunity to be just the two of us before baby comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4554177918171184561?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4554177918171184561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4554177918171184561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4554177918171184561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4554177918171184561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/34-weeks.html' title='34 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icHqaH43dSc/TaToaU3mxmI/AAAAAAAACFM/IVLaWG8RnZ4/s72-c/IMG_2209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2615699882565304866</id><published>2011-04-05T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:52:00.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accessories for the Nursery</title><content type='html'>We have a bit of a giraffe theme going on in the nursery. There are giraffes on Nathan's bedding and the canvas baskets I've collected have somewhat of a giraffe print on them. I think they're adorable but Ryan has cautioned not to go too overboard with them. I couldn't resist one more touch since we still needed artwork on the walls...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1JVYC93rw4/TZpoik09FwI/AAAAAAAACFE/WAk_x0TzIZ8/s1600/IMG_2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591896830544516866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1JVYC93rw4/TZpoik09FwI/AAAAAAAACFE/WAk_x0TzIZ8/s320/IMG_2203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One little giraffe on either side of the crib to welcome Nathan to his room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zIGhnTYo3ng/TZpoiWbGlDI/AAAAAAAACE8/_gGSISAruCk/s1600/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591896826677990450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zIGhnTYo3ng/TZpoiWbGlDI/AAAAAAAACE8/_gGSISAruCk/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I just need to tackle the other walls! I bought craft supplies and canvases to paint his name for the wall opposite the crib and a frame arrived today that I have some ideas about. It's coming along! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2615699882565304866?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2615699882565304866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2615699882565304866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2615699882565304866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2615699882565304866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/accessories-for-nursery.html' title='Accessories for the Nursery'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1JVYC93rw4/TZpoik09FwI/AAAAAAAACFE/WAk_x0TzIZ8/s72-c/IMG_2203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-4463877384835635888</id><published>2011-04-04T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:52:34.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>33 weeks</title><content type='html'>It's starting. The achiness, feeling huge and overall discomfort has begun. I had a rough day at work, where sitting was literally a pain in the bum and Nathan was so wedged up in my ribs that I felt short of breath all day. I am hoping this was just a bad day and tomorrow will be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the meantime, the clock is ticking in my head, both at home and at the office, and I am starting to panic a little that the little munchkin will be here in only 7 weeks! I am in full nesting-mode and trying my best to get ready with each spurt of energy I can garner.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nofF83omTC0/TZpglsgoDJI/AAAAAAAACE0/8LrNxTtWGqg/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591888088053320850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nofF83omTC0/TZpglsgoDJI/AAAAAAAACE0/8LrNxTtWGqg/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I took this photo with my hair up to see if my face has gotten any fatter than earlier in the pregnancy. I am afraid it has, along with my arms. Bummer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How far along: 33 weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Size of baby: a pineapple, about 17 in. and about 4 lb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Total weight gain/loss: +24 lbs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(according to my scale - we'll see what the doctor says next week)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maternity clothes: I got a new bra (thank goodness) and a couple more items to last me through the end (I hope!). I hate spending money on these things because I feel like it's so over-priced and I won't get much use out of them after the baby is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gender: a boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movement: Nathan was rolling around while I was sitting on the couch so I lifted my shirt and could see little ripples and waves across my belly. It actually made me tear up a bit at the awesomeness of this little life growing inside of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleep: it's getting tougher. My hips hurt after being on my side for too long and it's harder to stay comfortable throughout the night. I'm still able to sleep through with minimal restroom breaks, though, so I am thankful for that. Although, some nights I do have dreams about needing to go to the bathroom...weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I miss: nothing in particular this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cravings: still love my sweets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Symptoms: the furnace turned on this week and I have been hot! It doesn't help that the weather is warming up, either. I also had a nose bleed yesterday after blowing it - that happened a bunch at the beginning of the pregnancy and I'm hoping it's not coming back! Thankfully, it stopped pretty soon and Ryan was right there to help with tissues. I'm feeling overall achy and sore, too, which I'm hoping will be erased with a good night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best moment this week: I got to see a lot of babies this week and it was so fun to visit with friends and hear about their experiences. We cooked dinner for Mike and Lindsay so we got to visit with tiny newborn Parker, then we went out to eat with friends and their almost-one year old and I had brunch with some girlfriends and got to meet six-month old baby Calvin. All these little ones make me so excited for Nathan to arrive. I can't wait to get to know him and his personality, and I especially can't wait to see what he looks like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-4463877384835635888?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4463877384835635888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=4463877384835635888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4463877384835635888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/4463877384835635888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/04/33-weeks.html' title='33 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nofF83omTC0/TZpglsgoDJI/AAAAAAAACE0/8LrNxTtWGqg/s72-c/IMG_2195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2179452411489804483</id><published>2011-03-30T12:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:24:37.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a very uneventful 32 week appointment and everything is moving along just as it should. It's hard to believe we are in the homestretch! There are still days that I don't feel pregnant and I can't believe we only have about 8 weeks to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not even sure that having Nathan here will make it any more of a reality. We got to visit with the Bridges and their new little one last night and it still blows my mind that two weeks ago that baby was &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; his mama, still baking. Pregnancy is such an awesome, amazing, mindblowing thing!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590419391957461010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCa2nkpIdCM/TZUo0VMUaBI/AAAAAAAACEs/M7EjcyffbdU/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" /&gt;How far along: 32 weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Size of baby: a large jicama&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (whatever that looks like)&lt;/span&gt;, 16.7 in. and about 3.75 lb. Nathan is starting to gain about a half pound each week, so he's really bulking up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total weight gain/loss: +22 lbs on my scale, +25 lbs at the doctor. Boo! For the first time this whole pregnancy, I actually got "the talk" and was just told to be cautious. Not to change anything or freak out, but just know that I am the one that has to lose the weight after baby comes. I know, I know! Hopefully my pace slows down a bit in the next few weeks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but that would mean my sweet cravings would also need to stop!)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maternity clothes: same - mix of maternity bottoms and dresses and regular tops. I broke down this weekend and bought the shorts. It's just getting too stinking hot down here already not to have something cooler than jeans to wear on weekends! I also desperately need to go bra shopping. I've held out as long as I could &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(even borrowing from a sister)&lt;/span&gt; but I am at the point where everything I have is too tight and it's so uncomfortable by the end of the day. Another shopping trip coming up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gender: a boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movement: he has been really active this week! I am feeling Nathan more and more, and not just little flutters. Oh, no - those have long passed and now I'm getting full on jabs. The doctor thought he had flipped &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thank goodness!)&lt;/span&gt; and that nice hard lump I'm feeling up in my ribs is his little bum. Some days he gets so far up in there that it hurts, but at least it's comforting to know he's moving around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep: Some nights are better than others. For the most part, I am so thankful I can still sleep a full night without too much discomfort. I just toss and turn a lot but still feel pretty good each morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I miss: my more expansive wardrobe, including shoes. I feel like I rotate the same 5 things every week at work and it's getting pretty boring. I also miss mobility and not feeling like an 80 year old when I get up from sitting. I'm pretty sure I make a lot of noise &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(grunts and huffing/puffing)&lt;/span&gt; when I'm at home, moving about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cravings: sweets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Symptoms: nothing new &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best moment this week: my colleagues threw a shower for me at work and it was so sweet! They really did it up with all the food &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and cake balls!)&lt;/span&gt; and gave such generous gifts. Ryan got to come for a bit and it was nice to celebrate Nathan again. We have been so, so blessed by the thoughtfulness and generosity of our friends and family throughout this process and I feel so lucky that Nathan will have such a great "village" to be raised in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a very pleasant weekend, running errands all day Saturday together and spending the final round of the Arnold Palmer Invitational at Bay Hill on Sunday. At first I didn't think I could truck it around a golf course for 6+ hours in the 90-degree heat but I did and I am so happy I went! It was nice to be able to get some sun &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(although it did require SPF 70 because my skin is so much more sensitive now!)&lt;/span&gt; and be outside, walking around. It was probably good for my legs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which are still red), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too, and we had fun with friends so it was a win-win all around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2179452411489804483?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2179452411489804483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2179452411489804483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2179452411489804483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2179452411489804483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/03/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCa2nkpIdCM/TZUo0VMUaBI/AAAAAAAACEs/M7EjcyffbdU/s72-c/IMG_2194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3225409832326320168</id><published>2011-03-22T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:00:53.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31 weeks</title><content type='html'>We're one step closer to being ready for Baby M now that the nursery is done! It was such a treat to have my parents in town for a long weekend and I'm glad they could come down to experience a bit of this pregnancy with me since we don't get to see each other near enough.&lt;br /&gt;Some days it still feels so foreign that I am having a baby. Ryan remarked tonight that it's crazy to think we're married, we have good jobs, we own a house, we're 30 (well, he is) and we're about to start a family. That sounds so grown up! I am so excited to be on this journey with such a wonderful man and I am so curious to see how we evolve as parents.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T4EsZEFE8A/TYlBx6sss0I/AAAAAAAACEk/X17CS5CMg-I/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587069138555941698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T4EsZEFE8A/TYlBx6sss0I/AAAAAAAACEk/X17CS5CMg-I/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;How far along: 31 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size of baby: a squash or four navel oranges, 16+ in. and about 3.3 lb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total weight gain/loss: +20 lbs (no change from last week). Oh, and while I'm thinking about it - I still have an innie belly button. It's much more shallow, but still has some room to go. Hopefully it won't get to the point where it sticks out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternity clothes: same - mostly maternity, although I still sprinkle a few "regular" tops in here and there. As it gets warmer, I am wondering what I am going to do for casual wear because jeans are pretty toasty but I really don't want to buy maternity shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement: some days are more active than others but I am definitely feeling waves of movement and jabs here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: I'm back to getting up at least once a night, sometimes twice. I also wake up on my back pretty often and have to houff myself over to one side, which takes a lot of effort. Overall, though, I am still able to sleep a full night and am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss: same as last week - mobility and greater lung capacity. I even get winded after talking for long stretches at work! It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings: definitely sweets! I also had a hankering for Tijuana Flats tonight so Ryan indulged me and we went out to eat for some Mexican. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms: nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best moment this week: did I mention we finished the nursery?! By far the best moment was taking a step back and soaking up the gorgeous new room for Nathan, thanks to the hard work of my parents and husband. I might just spend time rocking in the chair and staring at how beautiful it all is. Aside from all the work, it was also great to spend time with my mom and dad walking around Winter Park and grabbing a couple meals outside in the lovely weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3225409832326320168?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3225409832326320168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3225409832326320168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3225409832326320168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3225409832326320168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/03/31-weeks.html' title='31 weeks'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T4EsZEFE8A/TYlBx6sss0I/AAAAAAAACEk/X17CS5CMg-I/s72-c/IMG_2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-3761801510554140519</id><published>2011-03-21T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:01:00.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Nursery: Complete!</title><content type='html'>Well, the hard part is done at least!&lt;br /&gt;My incredibly handy and talented parents came into town for a long weekend to be weekend warriors and help us make my vision for Nathan's nursery a reality. It took some long days and lots of effort between the four of us (mostly my parents) but the room went from being an empty blue office to a gorgeous gray and white nursery with navy and yellow accents!&lt;br /&gt;I started with three different grays on the walls to determine which shade would work best with our lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20gIi8fqGeA/TYfhVPVRZOI/AAAAAAAACEc/thV8R8cT2pE/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681617785644258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20gIi8fqGeA/TYfhVPVRZOI/AAAAAAAACEc/thV8R8cT2pE/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We painted the top half the middle gray (thanks to the help of my friend, Lauren, who came over to consult before my parents got into town and picked Sabre Gray from Benjamin Moore to try). Then the bottom was painted a semi-gloss white and we installed board and batten. What a project! It took all four of us, but it was so worth it and the look is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXBVbL0q4mg/TYfhUzAd21I/AAAAAAAACEU/UqCbcqKi0_c/s1600/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681610182187858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXBVbL0q4mg/TYfhUzAd21I/AAAAAAAACEU/UqCbcqKi0_c/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old closet doors were only half on the frame, so we replaced those with new ones, painted a fresh coat of white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681601799998562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aT_p3_OJ-Ok/TYfhUTx_zGI/AAAAAAAACEM/1kHbBjgtnoE/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ_OKKmaUd4/TYfhUL1zi3I/AAAAAAAACEE/b6LA1egzejE/s1600/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681599668489074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ_OKKmaUd4/TYfhUL1zi3I/AAAAAAAACEE/b6LA1egzejE/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the finished result...I. LOVE. IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;We moved the furniture around a bit so when you first walk in, you see my rocker/recliner and the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tE_w7cxoVDU/TYfhT9_9EtI/AAAAAAAACD8/oWX0HhNX10Y/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681595952960210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tE_w7cxoVDU/TYfhT9_9EtI/AAAAAAAACD8/oWX0HhNX10Y/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view, which shows the cornice boards my mom made using an awesome graphic fabric we found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtZ6G9I49Dk/TYfge49F51I/AAAAAAAACD0/GHs-Qsn44uM/s1600/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586680684065711954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtZ6G9I49Dk/TYfge49F51I/AAAAAAAACD0/GHs-Qsn44uM/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They go so well with the wall color and I love how sophisticated it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gu-_Pw01wSg/TYfgetDW7FI/AAAAAAAACDs/CB_Jz-sPgkg/s1600/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586680680870767698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gu-_Pw01wSg/TYfgetDW7FI/AAAAAAAACDs/CB_Jz-sPgkg/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once you turn into the room and turn left, you see the crib and some storage. I received one of the navy canvas baskets at my shower and found more of them at Target. I love how they look a bit like giraffe print, since we picked a giraffe fabric for the crib bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fohqzsjzHk/TYfgeWrcFNI/AAAAAAAACDk/pkQmibAn9Xk/s1600/IMG_2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586680674864862418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fohqzsjzHk/TYfgeWrcFNI/AAAAAAAACDk/pkQmibAn9Xk/s320/IMG_2156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back around to the left is a perfectly coordinating yellow bookshelf that my mom's friends got me for my shower. It matches the fabrics exactly and fits just right in its new home! It also holds all the great books that we received at the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHljjI_qo2c/TYfgd_D6bbI/AAAAAAAACDc/e-vn7XEgDtQ/s1600/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586680668525063602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHljjI_qo2c/TYfgd_D6bbI/AAAAAAAACDc/e-vn7XEgDtQ/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only is my mom dangerous with a paintbrush and miter saw, she is an amazing seamstress and offered to make all of Nathan's bedding. It's still a work in progress, but she already finished the skirt, one bed sheet and one of the bumpers. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I love how it all goes together and that it's so custom just for us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YvEO8Jgc2Y/TYfgd58InQI/AAAAAAAACDU/gLpwpavcke8/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586680667150261506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YvEO8Jgc2Y/TYfgd58InQI/AAAAAAAACDU/gLpwpavcke8/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost all put together minus some accessorizing I will have to do over the next few weeks. I am so thankful for all the hard work Ryan and my parents put into to making this space such a beautiful room! What an incredible support system I have!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having the nursery this much closer to completion makes the fact that baby is only 9 weeks away (give or take) even more of a reality and I am so grateful to say that now we're ready for him! (Almost...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-3761801510554140519?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3761801510554140519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=3761801510554140519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3761801510554140519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/3761801510554140519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/03/project-nursery-complete.html' title='Project Nursery: Complete!'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20gIi8fqGeA/TYfhVPVRZOI/AAAAAAAACEc/thV8R8cT2pE/s72-c/IMG_2143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029623564986461353.post-2658341041994188700</id><published>2011-03-16T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:00:02.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Nathan in 3D</title><content type='html'>Since he didn't want to show us his face much in the last ultrasound with all those hands and feet in the way, we were able to come back for another try and Nathan did a bit better (although still keeping an air of secrecy for when we meet him face to face).&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I laid down the tech knew he was breech and wasn't going to be the easiest to view. She had me get up and walk around for 5 minutes before trying again. Then I had to roll practically on my belly so she could try to get a good angle. Nothing seemed to help so I was up walking around again to try to get him to shift.&lt;br /&gt;By the end, Nathan still wasn't in the best position but I was pleased with all the shots she got and I think he is just the most adorable little squishy face there is! I can't wait to see how he compares in real life and who he really looks like - it's just too hard to tell right now.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxoNZMNmQb8/TX7Lf951IKI/AAAAAAAACDE/V_2w_kzSnoo/s1600/face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124338039496866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxoNZMNmQb8/TX7Lf951IKI/AAAAAAAACDE/V_2w_kzSnoo/s320/face.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EH5qhUC1pDo/TX7LcKHhmsI/AAAAAAAACC8/mtrBpyKZh-s/s1600/ear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124272598686402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EH5qhUC1pDo/TX7LcKHhmsI/AAAAAAAACC8/mtrBpyKZh-s/s320/ear.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jci34ct3Q8/TX7Lb_4Co4I/AAAAAAAACC0/S4SVHDZmfkU/s1600/foot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124269849387906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jci34ct3Q8/TX7Lb_4Co4I/AAAAAAAACC0/S4SVHDZmfkU/s320/foot.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnvarBQ91ZI/TX7Lb_XETaI/AAAAAAAACCs/bbAw78e4YrU/s1600/nose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124269711084962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnvarBQ91ZI/TX7Lb_XETaI/AAAAAAAACCs/bbAw78e4YrU/s320/nose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this one you can tell how bent up he really is - the arrows point out not only a hand near his face but a foot, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKxGCbUhKE8/TX7LbrUvdSI/AAAAAAAACCk/Fxw7i2vmbwk/s1600/foot_hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124264332621090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKxGCbUhKE8/TX7LbrUvdSI/AAAAAAAACCk/Fxw7i2vmbwk/s320/foot_hand.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toward the end, the tech surprised us and confirmed she could see hair on his little head! So crazy to think that Nathan is just this tiny person growing inside me. I wonder what color his locks will be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcyIobSWaj8/TX7Lbshj3aI/AAAAAAAACCc/9ARrJhrVwyo/s1600/hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584124264654822818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcyIobSWaj8/TX7Lbshj3aI/AAAAAAAACCc/9ARrJhrVwyo/s320/hair.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6029623564986461353-2658341041994188700?l=kristinandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2658341041994188700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029623564986461353&amp;postID=2658341041994188700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2658341041994188700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029623564986461353/posts/default/2658341041994188700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinandryan.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-of-nathan-in-3d.html' title='More of Nathan in 3D'/><author><name>The Newly Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03520422569263163631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiKsp2xlpk/SaycRGczSwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/P7RQ2Nt-eYE/S220/wed3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxoNZMNmQb8/TX7Lf951IKI/AAAAAAAACDE/V_2w_kzSnoo/s72-c/face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
