<?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-5390883246844072301</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:21:56.233-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><category term='Camden - Milestone'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='Camden'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='school'/><category term='TTC'/><category term='Baby Laurent'/><category term='misc'/><title type='text'>The Laurent's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4146997338154842544</id><published>2012-01-23T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:21:56.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan - 10 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ethan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You're 10 months old today! I can’t believe it! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So what were you up to this month? We’ll you’vemaster crawling and have actually become quite a little speedster. I lovehearing the pitter-patter of your little knees and hands hitting the floor whenyou’re on your way to wherever it is you’re wanting to go. Now that you’remobile, it’s exciting to see what you’re actually interested in. Before, I wouldsit toys next to you for you to play with. Now, you just go and startplaying with the toys you like. So far, your favorite toys happen to be race carsand trains - just like your big brother. Daddy and I bought you your very ownThomas the Train for Christmas, but you are still more interested in Camden’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Your love for music is adorable. Anytime you hear music orany type of rhythmic beat, you sit and bounce. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We moved you into the big boy bathtub this month. You lovethe water and since you’ve master sitting and crawling, I thought it was time. Camdenwas excited about this, too. I was a little nervous about having the two ofyou in the bath&amp;nbsp;together, but Camden’s been very good with you in the tub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The month of December is always busy and this year was nodifferent. Our month started off with your Daddy’s big work conference. Oncethe show was over, we finally had time to go cut down our Christmas tree!!! Thisis a tradition we started on Camden’s first Christmas. I hope you enjoy it morenext year than you did this year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjlwzLE5068/Tx4e1WGmV6I/AAAAAAAAHmY/StwwF0099p4/s1600/DSC02593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjlwzLE5068/Tx4e1WGmV6I/AAAAAAAAHmY/StwwF0099p4/s320/DSC02593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The following weekend we headed to Lorain to celebrateChristmas with your Grandpa Adams. We had such a wonderful time hanging outwith the Adams’ side of our family. They all adore you and I always love seeingyou and Camden with your Grandpa Adams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The following Friday your Grandma and Grandpa Ziegman flewin from Phoenix for a weeklong visit. I picked them up from the airport aroundmidnight. They were so anxious to see you and Camden so I let them sneak in toyour bedrooms for just a second to see you. On Sunday we headed over to Indy tohave a Christmas celebration with the Ziegman’s at Eric and Jenny’s house. Iwas nervous about driving there and back with you in one day, but you were achamp and it didn’t seem to faze you at all. The following night we headed tothe zoo with G&amp;amp;G Ziegman and your Great-Aunt Gloria, to see the lights. Itwas a beautiful winter night. Your daddy had so much fun taking pictures andyour brother loved seeing all the lights. You had a great time too. Okay, soyou fell asleep, but you enjoyed it for a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Your G&amp;amp;G Ziegman left on the 22&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and weheaded to Decatur the next day to celebrate Christmas with the Laurent side ofour family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was so excited for your 1&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Christmas andwanted everything to be perfect. You’ll soon realize that I have this habit ofenvisioning how I want an event/holiday to go. Most of the time it doesn’t goas planned and I sometimes get upset…I’m trying to work on this. I really am.But luckily, this wasn’t the case on Christmas Eve/Day. We had such a wonderfultime laughing and hanging out with family. I have a list of things I like to doon Christmas Eve. They include: opening one gift (PJs), watching a Christmasmovie, reading “The Night Before Christmas” and writing Santa a quick note togo along with his milk and cookies. You were able to stay up for the letter toSanta, but decided you were too tired for the rest so I decided to put you tobed, but not before putting you and your brother in matching PJs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zj6fzjXhdE/Tx4fyjGyJnI/AAAAAAAAHmg/9LQDy8DKbuU/s1600/DSC03068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zj6fzjXhdE/Tx4fyjGyJnI/AAAAAAAAHmg/9LQDy8DKbuU/s320/DSC03068.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/-wod3gEWIwUE/Tx4hJWoAM6I/AAAAAAAAHm4/j0YirXPiDdQ/s1600/DSC03118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wod3gEWIwUE/Tx4hJWoAM6I/AAAAAAAAHm4/j0YirXPiDdQ/s320/DSC03118.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&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/-f6W7-Jk-pSQ/Tx4iIRKbHKI/AAAAAAAAHnA/A1SNxOBa8FY/s1600/DSC03076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6W7-Jk-pSQ/Tx4iIRKbHKI/AAAAAAAAHnA/A1SNxOBa8FY/s320/DSC03076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Christmas morning, Daddy and I woke up to your brother makingsome funny noises. Your Daddy rolled over and said,” I think&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;we have an excited 3 year”. Camden was soanxious to go out to the living room to see what Santa left under the tree. Istarted a new tradition this year – one that you will probably hate when you’rea little older - you and Camden have to hug and let me take a picture of youboth before opening any presents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You weren’t very interested in opening presents, but youwere very excited about climbing on them and playing with everything Camdenopened. After opening presents, Grandma Laurent made breakfast and we headed tochurch. You were so good in church (can’t say that for your brother), but youdidn’t want anyone to hold you except me. I’m so happy you love me so much!After church your Uncle Pat, Aunt Maya and cousins arrived. It’s never quitewith four little guys running around! Zane and Camden kept yelling at you andJude because you both kept messing up their race track. Soon, the two of youwill be right there playing along with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkFaWTROUz8/Tx4jbTQO63I/AAAAAAAAHnI/-vXfNjkvGck/s1600/DSC03116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkFaWTROUz8/Tx4jbTQO63I/AAAAAAAAHnI/-vXfNjkvGck/s320/DSC03116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last year, I dreamt of what Christmas would be like thisyear with my two little guys. I was looking forward to this magical holiday allyear and it turned out to be even better than I could have imagined. I love youand your brother more than I could ever put into words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Love, Mommy &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/5390883246844072301-4146997338154842544?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4146997338154842544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4146997338154842544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4146997338154842544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4146997338154842544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2012/01/ethan-10-months.html' title='Ethan - 10 months!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjlwzLE5068/Tx4e1WGmV6I/AAAAAAAAHmY/StwwF0099p4/s72-c/DSC02593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6446290025378376963</id><published>2011-12-29T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:50:05.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan - 9 Months!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ethan -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hi Big Guy! You’re nine months old already. You’re stats forthis month - You are now 20 pds 2 oz and 29.5 in. You’re getting so big and this year is just flying by. Ican’t believe you’ll be one in just a few short months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XVcWqCK1FU/Tv2wGGydSwI/AAAAAAAAHLM/InLMuwSFM-w/s1600/388261_10150476087532722_769442721_8482940_622516753_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XVcWqCK1FU/Tv2wGGydSwI/AAAAAAAAHLM/InLMuwSFM-w/s320/388261_10150476087532722_769442721_8482940_622516753_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This month was a fun and exciting month! We were travelingand starting our holiday season festivities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We started this month off by attending two first birthdayparties in one weekend. First, we headed over to Indianapolis to help your bigcousin Jude celebrate his first birthday. We stayed the night at Uncle Pat andAunt Maya’s then headed back to home in time to attend Reese’s first birthdayparty. You’ll see by the picture belowthat Reese’s tutu kept hitting you in the face. So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo4GpBytmik/Tv0oneF7zBI/AAAAAAAAHIs/aLmYS0VFigY/s1600/nov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo4GpBytmik/Tv0oneF7zBI/AAAAAAAAHIs/aLmYS0VFigY/s320/nov.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese and Ethan - tutu in the face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;On November 20&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; we took a family trip to Connersville,Indiana to ride the Polar Express. We had such a wonderful family day. Thetrain ride was so fun. We enjoyed hot chocolate and cookies (by we I mean me,Daddy and Camden), talked to the conductor, saw Santa and enjoyed singing some Christmas songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijui9JzK_Us/Tv0o6nLZJFI/AAAAAAAAHJI/uc0CzoFI8e0/s1600/nov3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijui9JzK_Us/Tv0o6nLZJFI/AAAAAAAAHJI/uc0CzoFI8e0/s320/nov3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Ethan having fun on the Polar Express&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZartL2Kn920/Tv0o5oUUwrI/AAAAAAAAHJA/p0VhaTwI_Eo/s1600/nov5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZartL2Kn920/Tv0o5oUUwrI/AAAAAAAAHJA/p0VhaTwI_Eo/s320/nov5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan and his ticket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEsEUPY3gic/Tv0o3yiGNRI/AAAAAAAAHI4/ciAhd18eRzM/s1600/nov+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEsEUPY3gic/Tv0o3yiGNRI/AAAAAAAAHI4/ciAhd18eRzM/s1600/nov+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEsEUPY3gic/Tv0o3yiGNRI/AAAAAAAAHI4/ciAhd18eRzM/s320/nov+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys on the Polar Express&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The following weekend was Thanksgiving. This year, yourGrandpa Adams came to our home for Thanksgiving Day dinner. You had such awonderful time playing with him and showing him your new crawling skills. Wespent the rest of the weekend in Indiana with your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent.As always, we had an exciting time hanging out with them, your aunt and uncleand your cousins. Four little boys in one house are so fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think Zane and Camden had the most fun, but&amp;nbsp; you and Jude will be joining in soon enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lx8ttmYMcw/Tv0n0vcTCAI/AAAAAAAAHIM/Fdw5xJtuZDw/s1600/nov6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lx8ttmYMcw/Tv0n0vcTCAI/AAAAAAAAHIM/Fdw5xJtuZDw/s320/nov6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Adams having fun with is boys.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl44QBWoe4k/Tv0oiBUpIAI/AAAAAAAAHIg/FC66LLvuu9M/s1600/bpb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl44QBWoe4k/Tv0oiBUpIAI/AAAAAAAAHIg/FC66LLvuu9M/s320/bpb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden and Zane having fun at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Laurent's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Milestones for the month - On November 4&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, youstarted crawling…backwards. You just could not figure out how to go forward thefirst few days. However, you figured it out pretty quickly and on November 7&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;you started crawling “officially”. Now you’re on the move and getting fasterevery day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlRQw4SbpiA/Tv0qwoA7NDI/AAAAAAAAHJU/ZReeKq5xqBY/s1600/374850_10151002611565585_754080584_22165753_322538766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlRQw4SbpiA/Tv0qwoA7NDI/AAAAAAAAHJU/ZReeKq5xqBY/s320/374850_10151002611565585_754080584_22165753_322538766_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You had&amp;nbsp;two new teeth come in this month. Two new topteeth came through on the 16&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and then two new bottom teeth poppedthrough on Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&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/-ibnYVY0wCSM/Tv2wbwtS2mI/AAAAAAAAHLY/jVFsi1UzJyI/s1600/387805_10150476088032722_769442721_8482945_1276183036_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibnYVY0wCSM/Tv2wbwtS2mI/AAAAAAAAHLY/jVFsi1UzJyI/s320/387805_10150476088032722_769442721_8482945_1276183036_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You still love food, but towards the end of this month, I tried introducing foods with more texture and you were&amp;nbsp;not happy.&amp;nbsp;All you'll eat are pureed foods. If I get you to open your month for other foods, you spit it out at me and shake your head no. This is just one of many&amp;nbsp;ways you and your brother differ. He loved all foods from the start. I thought you were going to be the same way, but you've decided to be the picky one! It's okay, one day you'll decide to start eating other foods. I'm mean, you&amp;nbsp;there's no way you'll&amp;nbsp;be eating pureed foods when you're 10...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You and your brother are starting to play more and more now that you're crawling. When I say play, I mean you take his toys while he's playing with them, he then gets upset and&amp;nbsp;takes his toy back. Most of the time he looks at you and tells you your too small for his toys.&amp;nbsp;It's very cute - you're big brother's looking out for you! If only that were the case!&amp;nbsp;After he takes your toy, he pushes you over or tackles you and ends&amp;nbsp;up in a time out. Daddy and I keep reminding him that&amp;nbsp; you'll be bigger one day and will remember&amp;nbsp;how mean he's been&amp;nbsp;to you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MT8Upr0bJQs/Tv2zQk3UPVI/AAAAAAAAHLk/wyZNeJaIn58/s1600/390815_10150476088587722_769442721_8482950_713943848_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MT8Upr0bJQs/Tv2zQk3UPVI/AAAAAAAAHLk/wyZNeJaIn58/s320/390815_10150476088587722_769442721_8482950_713943848_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy trying to take a picture of just Ethan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-QV8SIN5NM/Tv2zTYdAwYI/AAAAAAAAHLs/Zk4anI0C2Wk/s1600/374578_10150476088837722_769442721_8482954_12035676_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-QV8SIN5NM/Tv2zTYdAwYI/AAAAAAAAHLs/Zk4anI0C2Wk/s320/374578_10150476088837722_769442721_8482954_12035676_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'm looking foward to this coming month&amp;nbsp;when we celbrate your 1st Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Other exciting things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;November 12&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; weekend - Family tripto Kalahari Indoor Water Park. We had so much fun. You and your brother lovethe water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;November 15&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; – Surgery. You hadtubes put in.&lt;/span&gt;&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/-FH4kgd4aUrw/Tv0ny8gEX0I/AAAAAAAAHIE/itA4_Sf6k0w/s1600/nov+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FH4kgd4aUrw/Tv0ny8gEX0I/AAAAAAAAHIE/itA4_Sf6k0w/s200/nov+2.jpg" width="200" /&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/5390883246844072301-6446290025378376963?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6446290025378376963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6446290025378376963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6446290025378376963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6446290025378376963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/12/9-months.html' title='Ethan - 9 Months!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XVcWqCK1FU/Tv2wGGydSwI/AAAAAAAAHLM/InLMuwSFM-w/s72-c/388261_10150476087532722_769442721_8482940_622516753_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6667062382933689537</id><published>2011-11-16T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:18:38.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan - 8 Months</title><content type='html'>Ethan – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi big boy! You’re now 8 months old and becoming such a little mover! Although you’re not exactly crawling yet, you’re able to get where you want to go. You have this way of moving around in a full circle and scooting your little booty on the floor while you do it. When you get close to what you want, you reach out and if you can’t reach it, you scoot some more. On October 15th, you moved from the sitting position to lying on your belly. You quickly learned that it’s quicker to roll to what you want then scoot. Daddy and I were very excited when you began trying to push up to the crawling position. Those arms are strong enough yet, but they will be soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-Zu49wKL0/Tv0rGcuqonI/AAAAAAAAHJg/iOiC6YtaKlM/s1600/8+months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-Zu49wKL0/Tv0rGcuqonI/AAAAAAAAHJg/iOiC6YtaKlM/s320/8+months.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at those teeth!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLVG42RSvR8/Tv0tVdO69WI/AAAAAAAAHLA/sBZRj-4-83U/s1600/sept.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLVG42RSvR8/Tv0tVdO69WI/AAAAAAAAHLA/sBZRj-4-83U/s320/sept.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lock up your daughters!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a month full of friends and family. We attended Mia Johnston’s 2nd birthday party, had a fun weekend at the lake house with Will, Mandy and Hudson, attended Shao-Lin and Matt’s baby shower, had dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Laurent and had fun with Grandpa Adams on Halloween. &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/-XplRrXlenLU/Tv0rd5W8s5I/AAAAAAAAHJ0/h8Njh1R_RUk/s1600/379964_10151002701335585_754080584_22166076_1153625771_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XplRrXlenLU/Tv0rd5W8s5I/AAAAAAAAHJ0/h8Njh1R_RUk/s320/379964_10151002701335585_754080584_22166076_1153625771_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend at the lake with Will, Mandy, and Hudson was very relaxing. It was raining and cold so we stayed in most of the weekend, although Daddy and Camden fished for a little while (Camden caught his first fish!). Hudson is a few months older than you, but the two of you are pretty much the same size. I really enjoyed seeing the two of you play together. I think he’s the one that motivated you to try to start crawling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eA7i-oK3PZk/Tv0rz62BTKI/AAAAAAAAHKU/zk1YlgRO8AA/s1600/389674_10150921909900585_754080584_21790319_882809636_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eA7i-oK3PZk/Tv0rz62BTKI/AAAAAAAAHKU/zk1YlgRO8AA/s200/389674_10150921909900585_754080584_21790319_882809636_n.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween didn’t go as I envisioned. One of Camden’s favorite shows is “Jake and the Neverland Pirates” so per his request, we all dressed up as pirates - even Winston had a pirate hat! I was excited for us all to go trick-or-treating together, but you woke up with a high fever. We kept you home from daycare and Grandpa Adams kept an eye on you for the day. After work I decided to take you in to your doctor. He diagnosed you with a throat infection. Poor little guy, you were in no mood for celebrating. I did manage to get a couple of pictures of you in your costume before putting you to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKwAOgPwKbY/Tv0rkjHz0II/AAAAAAAAHKA/-wS7VDyH_k8/s1600/h+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKwAOgPwKbY/Tv0rkjHz0II/AAAAAAAAHKA/-wS7VDyH_k8/s320/h+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-2a9rr5voZCo/Tv0rm5qL8MI/AAAAAAAAHKI/poZuSARMjec/s1600/halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2a9rr5voZCo/Tv0rm5qL8MI/AAAAAAAAHKI/poZuSARMjec/s320/halloween.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2LAOOIsQhg/Tv0s8zmI0kI/AAAAAAAAHK0/Q5d4N0R4JWI/s1600/305873_10150921931080585_754080584_21790487_361978317_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2LAOOIsQhg/Tv0s8zmI0kI/AAAAAAAAHK0/Q5d4N0R4JWI/s320/305873_10150921931080585_754080584_21790487_361978317_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You and your brother have to be the cutest little boys. Yes, I am bias but really you two are so cute! I love watching you two play and bond. Camden just adores you. One day this month, I was cooking (yes, I do cook occasionally) and I heard a squeal. My heart skipped a beat, I thought Camden pushed you over or something, but to my surprise when I peaked in I realized the squeal wasn’t out of pain or fear. You were laughing hysterically at your brother. He was running back and forth in front of you and you thought it was the funniest thing. So cute! I’m excited to see how the two of you interact when you actually start crawling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to all the changes ahead of us. I am so lucky to have you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting things: &lt;br /&gt;1. Boo at the Zoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 1st hayride and trip to the pumpkin patch&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/-sn7iTLOGSkg/Tv0sUWWnmcI/AAAAAAAAHKg/BFm-3Jd4IeM/s1600/october.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sn7iTLOGSkg/Tv0sUWWnmcI/AAAAAAAAHKg/BFm-3Jd4IeM/s320/october.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/5390883246844072301-6667062382933689537?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6667062382933689537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6667062382933689537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6667062382933689537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6667062382933689537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/11/ethan-hi-big-boy-youre-now-8-months-old.html' title='Ethan - 8 Months'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-Zu49wKL0/Tv0rGcuqonI/AAAAAAAAHJg/iOiC6YtaKlM/s72-c/8+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-160685651052488919</id><published>2011-10-16T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:07:50.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan - 7 months</title><content type='html'>Ethan – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey big guy. You’re now approximately 20 pounds, 28.5 inches long and wearing 12 month clothing and size 4 diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love for food has continued. On September 3rd you had your first vegetable, sweet potatoes. I was a little nervous. I thought you’d take one bite and spit it out, but you loved them. In fact, you ate the entire jar .Yes… jar. At first I was feeling a little guilty about giving you jarred food because I made most of Camden’s food, but I figure I’m breastfeeding you longer so that makes up for it… right? Regardless of where your food is coming from, you seem to love everything so far. Hopefully this continues! By the way, your first fruit was a pear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest milestone this month- you’re sleeping through the night! Mommy and Daddy are very excited about this. More sleep for you and more sleep for us. One thing that has helped with this is the fact that you can put your paci in your mouth on your own now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your paci has become one of your favorite things. It’s funny because we were doing so well at first. We didn’t give it to you very often the first few months. In fact, we never gave it to you before bed or naptime and only gave it to you when you seemed upset. But your last ear infection was pretty bad and lasted about three weeks. Your paci seemed to soothe you so I let  you have it as much as you wanted. Now, it’s with you all the time. It’s attached to a cute little monkey and you love it. My plan is to take it away when you turn one, but considering you’re my little baby, we’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed I’m dressing you different than I dressed your brother. With Camden, I always put him in jeans and two piece Pjs, clothes that made him look like a “little boy”. With you, I find myself dressing you in “baby” outfits. I love seeing you in comfy sleepers and onsies.  You are my last little baby, what can I say. I don’t want you to grow up too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sitting like a champ now. You fall every now and then, mostly when your big brother is trying to play with you, but you are steady for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we had a lot of fun with bath time. Camden has been wanting you to take a bath with him, but I don’t think you’re ready for the “big boy” bathtub. So, I came up with a fun way for the two of you to bathe together. I filled your tub with water and placed it right next to the bathtub. He pours water in and out of your tub and “shares” his toys with you. The floor ends up soaked, but you two have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing the two of you bond more and more each day. I love you both more than you could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Touch a Truck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-160685651052488919?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/160685651052488919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=160685651052488919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/160685651052488919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/160685651052488919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/10/ethan-7-months.html' title='Ethan - 7 months'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3640909041196234444</id><published>2011-09-18T20:15:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:53:50.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan - 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5zswIKF9jk/TnaPdnDxG7I/AAAAAAAAG2A/k2uetJrptk8/s1600/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653864121073998770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5zswIKF9jk/TnaPdnDxG7I/AAAAAAAAG2A/k2uetJrptk8/s400/DSC01454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy half birthday little man! I can’t believe you’re six months old today. This year is just flying by. You’re now 19lbs 1 oz and 28 in. long. You’re wearing 9mth and some 12mth clothing. Big boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2F5OEcRF9iA/TnaSB3rpepI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/4OWBXcpwsqg/s1600/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653866943034784402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2F5OEcRF9iA/TnaSB3rpepI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/4OWBXcpwsqg/s400/DSC01397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You started this month off with another tooth. Your second tooth popped through on the August 5th. Yes, you now have two adorable bottom teeth and you love to show them off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a little guy who wants to be involved in everything and know what is going on at all times. Feeding you has become quite challenging because of this. You get distracted so easily and I’ve found you nurse best in your nursery and where it’s quiet. However, If Camden comes in you stop nursing and look around to see what he’s doing. It’s cute seeing the two of you bonding, but you need to eat….and sleep. Napping is pretty much nonexistent at daycare. You’ve decided two half hour naps are enough for you during the day. You’d rather be down playing with everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve been looking forward to you being able to sit up unassisted and that time has finally come. You topple over every now and then, but I don’t feel like I need to keep the boppy around you all the time. I can sit you down with some toys and you’re happy….most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month you experienced your second ear infection. I really hope they don’t become a regular occurrence. Your ears seem to drain well so I’m hoping you don’t need to get tubes like your big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKLnmQXUP2U/TnaNchwH7TI/AAAAAAAAG1k/5mAuDeQzvdE/s1600/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653861903446306098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKLnmQXUP2U/TnaNchwH7TI/AAAAAAAAG1k/5mAuDeQzvdE/s400/DSC01242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month you helped your big brother celebrate his 3rd birthday. You sported a Mater onesie, per Camden’s request, and seemed to love all the attention you received at his party. Grandma Ziegman flew in for his birthday weekend and had you laughing the entire time. I’m glad you two got a chance to hang out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your favorite activities include bath time, hanging out in your jumperoo and singing with Mommy. Bath time is a new favorite activity of yours and mine. I still put you in your infant tub but, since you are able to sit up now, you have discovered how fun splashing can be. I love watching you play and splash in the water and listening to your little giggles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took our third and final trip to the lake for the summer at the end of August. You seem to enjoy the boat a little more each time we go. Your favorite part of the weekend had to be when we visited Aunt Beth and Uncle Dan. We met them at the park near their house one afternoon. You loved sitting in the lake, splashing and playing with the toy shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aV54tqaCZHk/TnaQJxy0bGI/AAAAAAAAG2Q/POmLIDfgvoo/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653864879869946978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aV54tqaCZHk/TnaQJxy0bGI/AAAAAAAAG2Q/POmLIDfgvoo/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your brother seem to bond more and more each day. Camden loves to hold you and give you hugs. If you’re napping and he’s not, he comes to me and says, “Mommy, I want my baby brother”. One day, I found him in your room, trying to wake you up. Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653861899364453538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHLHCg_krQY/TnaNcSi7zKI/AAAAAAAAG1c/ojTThJXmPoM/s400/DSC01466.JPG" /&gt; You are becoming such a little man. I can’t wait to see what this next month brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Moved from the carrier to the big boy seat in your stroller.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to the Marysville Hot Air Balloon fair with Keira, Brandon and Aiden&lt;br /&gt;3. New babysitter - AJ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Swing in baby swing at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgkkAekLrRU/TnaNdw1IqcI/AAAAAAAAG10/lG5G4FN12BQ/s1600/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653861924673726914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgkkAekLrRU/TnaNdw1IqcI/AAAAAAAAG10/lG5G4FN12BQ/s400/DSC01311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3640909041196234444?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3640909041196234444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3640909041196234444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3640909041196234444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3640909041196234444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/09/ethan-6-months.html' title='Ethan - 6 months'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5zswIKF9jk/TnaPdnDxG7I/AAAAAAAAG2A/k2uetJrptk8/s72-c/DSC01454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-5787623226816633211</id><published>2011-08-22T21:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:06:43.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan - 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBujxkbws_k/TlMJ01j8vhI/AAAAAAAAGrE/N_7Yq8PXCI0/s1600/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643865561361071634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBujxkbws_k/TlMJ01j8vhI/AAAAAAAAGrE/N_7Yq8PXCI0/s320/DSC00764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little man. It’s amazing how fast the past five months have gone. You’re growing and changing daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started this month out at the lake, celebrating July 4th and your Grandma Laurent’s birthday with your Grandma and Grandpa L, Aunt Maya, Uncle Pat, Zane and Jude. We had a great time and you’re starting to love the lake as much as your big brother. You even took your first dip in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a big month for you little man. You were baptized, you learn how to roll from your belly to your back, you had oatmeal for the first time, you started sitting up on your own (with pillows around you) and you had your first tooth pop though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were baptized at our church, New Hope, on July 24th with our family and friends watching over. You did well until the water was poured on your head. The first time your eyes opened wide, the second time your lip started to quiver and the third time you had enough and started to cry. After church we had lunch at our house with everyone and took pictures to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643866431112102642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeRn190lMcs/TlMKndowQvI/AAAAAAAAGt4/dibUNxdxwDU/s400/July1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sleeping habits haven’t really improved any over the past month, but you have decided your favorite sleeping position - your belly. I was a little nervous about this at first because you couldn’t roll back over if you needed to but that quickly changed. I heard you crying one night (July 18th) and when I peaked in at you I saw you push yourself up on your knees and flip to your back! Since then you’ve become quite a little mover…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat - July 16th you joined Daddy, Camden and I at the dinner table for the first time. We had the camera charged and ready to go. I was so excited to take a picture of you taking your first bite of oatmeal. I remember how it was with your big brother, I thought you’d take one or two bites and be done. Boy was I wrong - After the first bite you started tapping the tray so excited for another bite. You even grabbed my hand to get the food to your mouth faster. Needless to say, you finished the entire bowl. Every night when I put you in your highchair you sit there, tapping your tray, patiently waiting for your bowl of oatmeal. So cute! I’m excited to see how you like veggies in a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643866414536252322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jt4AXXm3p58/TlMKmf4w26I/AAAAAAAAGts/uG1ZQAE-oeM/s400/July.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s talk teeth – August 1st, one day before your 5 month birthday your first tooth popped through. I’ve been on the lookout for this to happen. Camden had two teeth pop through at about four months so I was pretty sure you would too. I was right. Before laying you down for the night, I checked and there it was. At the time, I thought both bottom teeth had popped through, but only one. I’m glad I was able to get some pictures of you smiling with that toothless smile of yours the past couple of months – No more toothless smile for my little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandpa Adams came to visit this month and he had you laughing louder than I’ve ever heard you laugh. It was adorable. You laughed this full belly laugh that I had never heard before. I love it! It’s nice to hear you laugh and to see you smiling!&lt;br /&gt;I love you little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;1.Colin’s birthday party &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/5390883246844072301-5787623226816633211?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/5787623226816633211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=5787623226816633211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5787623226816633211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5787623226816633211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/08/ethan-5-months.html' title='Ethan - 5 months'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBujxkbws_k/TlMJ01j8vhI/AAAAAAAAGrE/N_7Yq8PXCI0/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-9208767605410708592</id><published>2011-07-07T21:25:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:18:09.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan - 4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPKhFotKo0E/ThzulAVi1fI/AAAAAAAAFvc/uUFTCHFMVsk/s1600/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635953819211250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPKhFotKo0E/ThzulAVi1fI/AAAAAAAAFvc/uUFTCHFMVsk/s320/DSC00426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-5vsGQPu4Y/Thzr0H4Md6I/AAAAAAAAFu8/tetJT5NBs2o/s1600/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628632915006748578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-5vsGQPu4Y/Thzr0H4Md6I/AAAAAAAAFu8/tetJT5NBs2o/s320/DSC00286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past month flew by. Being a working mother of two is a little harder than I anticipated, but I think I’m finally starting to get the hang of it. Today your teacher told me I’m the most organized mom she knows. I had to laugh. Organized? No. I’m just trying to make it thought the day. I’m glad I hide it well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5628632889906373074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7FkFVfnyss/ThzryqXzIdI/AAAAAAAAFus/ATC15hZB4hA/s320/DSC00264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your four month checkup today! You gave your doctor a huge smile and a little giggle when he walked into the room and spent most of time trying to talk to him. He said you're a very happy and curious little guy - or should I say BIG guy. As of today you're 16pds, 12 oz and 26.5 in. You're in the 75th percentile for weight and 90th for height. I love my little linebacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of “Firsts” this month – Not only did you sleep through the night for the first time, but you also rolled over for the first time - back to belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5628632901337761154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_lA9z-Ntpk/ThzrzU9QRYI/AAAAAAAAFu0/Q1Q-1h5tKFM/s320/DSC00273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the month, Daddy and I decided it was time to break your swaddle habit. We knew we were going to have a couple of long sleepless night while you adjusted, but it was time. To our surprise you handled it very well. So well that you slept through the night for the first time! I was so excited. I thought we hit a turning point - I was wrong. You’ve only slept through the night a couple of times since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I don't mind you waking up at night. It's the only time I get to cuddle with you. When I try to rock you at night, just for a few minutes, you get fussy and want me to put you in your crib so you can sleep. You used to love to cuddle. I'm not sure when this changed exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for rolling over, this happened while we were downstairs playing with Camden. I was so surprised and so were you. Your teachers still don’t believe you’re rolling over. It’s been almost four weeks and you still haven’t rolled over for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the lake this month for Grandpa Laurent’s birthday and Ben’s graduation party. Your first trip to the lake and your first boat ride! You seemed to enjoy the lake house. You loved watching Camden and Zane play inside and out. As for the boat ride, not your favorite activity due to the life jacket you had to wear. I am sure you’ll start enjoying it more as you get older. At least I hope so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bYmhxT7rt4/ThztU8AvF2I/AAAAAAAAFvM/RKj7PD1OP2E/s1600/DSC09783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628634578268657506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bYmhxT7rt4/ThztU8AvF2I/AAAAAAAAFvM/RKj7PD1OP2E/s320/DSC09783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was really hoping you would not inherit you Daddy’s bad ears, but it appears as though you have. You weren't feeling well earlier in the month so I took you to see the doctor. Turned out to be an ear infection and the start of a respiratory infection. First ear infection = First antibiotic. I hope this is the first and last ear infection for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your favorite things to do is watch your big brother. You think everything he does is funny. The two of you have really started to bond. Camden loves you and the fact that you’re going to “school” with him now. Every day when I go to his class to get him he reminds me that we have to go to your room and pick you up. He gives you a kiss every morning before I take you to your room and announces that he's your big brother. He loves you so much. He even shares Baby Monkey with you. That says a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JnG-vycoYs/ThzukgM8-dI/AAAAAAAAFvU/WfVzJQx8Jis/s1600/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628635945193241042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JnG-vycoYs/ThzukgM8-dI/AAAAAAAAFvU/WfVzJQx8Jis/s320/DSC00257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_xfiJALXkE/ThzsqUWJXtI/AAAAAAAAFvE/sT6Os65HgDQ/s1600/DSC09699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628633846066536146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_xfiJALXkE/ThzsqUWJXtI/AAAAAAAAFvE/sT6Os65HgDQ/s320/DSC09699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past four months have gone by so fast and I feel like the first two months are a blur. At times I have to remind myself to just stop and enjoy the moment. If I forget, remind me. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting things:&lt;br /&gt;1. 1st trip to COSI &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_5628632880855180178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHfgRg2CY_o/ThzryIp045I/AAAAAAAAFuk/_uzhoe-3fH8/s320/DSC00219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 1st Father's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WjIKmqploA/ThzrxmqbuoI/AAAAAAAAFuc/mihNuAUtIGg/s1600/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628632871730920066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WjIKmqploA/ThzrxmqbuoI/AAAAAAAAFuc/mihNuAUtIGg/s320/DSC00245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-9208767605410708592?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/9208767605410708592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=9208767605410708592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/9208767605410708592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/9208767605410708592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/07/ethan-4-months.html' title='Ethan - 4 Months'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPKhFotKo0E/ThzulAVi1fI/AAAAAAAAFvc/uUFTCHFMVsk/s72-c/DSC00426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-5828293830393473103</id><published>2011-06-07T14:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:26:29.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan - 3 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AsZwWS-GDs/Te5rrSsKGrI/AAAAAAAAFFo/wlWB4uflgjY/s1600/DSC09766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615544176873183922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AsZwWS-GDs/Te5rrSsKGrI/AAAAAAAAFFo/wlWB4uflgjY/s320/DSC09766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan –&lt;br /&gt;The past three months have flown by. I’m not sure of your exact weight, but I’m guessing you’re almost 15 pounds if not more and around 24.5 inches. We’ll know for sure next month during your four month checkup. All I know - You’re a big boy! I call you my little line backer. I had to pack up most of your 0-3 month clothes earlier in the month. As for diapers, you moved into a size 2 at the beginning of the month and you’re already moving into a size 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather the past few months has been horrible – record rainfall – so we’ve spent most of our time inside. You’ve grown to love your activity mat and I love watching you reach up to try to grab the animals hanging down over you. We’ve slowly started to introduce you to the bumbo chair and exersaucer. You seem to love them both. Another thing you love (and I love), the fact that you can face forward in the carrier. It’s a hold new world now that you have more head control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month we've settled into a schedule which not only makes you a happy baby, but also makes me a happy Mommy! Now if we could just get you sleeping through the night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, May 23rd – Your first day of daycare! I cried when I dropped you off that first day. Up until that day it was you and me during the day. I knew I was going to miss you and I did. You, however, made me feel so much better. When I walked into your classroom to pick you up, you gave me the biggest smile and just melted my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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_5618511532565734642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfbTV_K4AnM/Tfj2eIEEJPI/AAAAAAAAFFw/ZLP7izgfjAc/s320/DSC09699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did you start daycare this month, but you also had your first trip to Grandma and Grandpa Laurent’s and your first night away from me! Your Daddy and I went to Indianapolis to celebrate Timbo’s birthday while you and Camden stayed with Grandma and Grandpa. You both seemed to have fun and your grandparents enjoyed having you. You had a great time meeting your Great Grandma Laurent for the first time too! You even smiled for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5618511535885761682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykueAY4cKGI/Tfj2eUbnvJI/AAAAAAAAFF4/VsJDMvE2sa4/s320/DSC09715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you are smiling all the time now and have started letting out little giggles. Adorable! I only have one picture of you smiling though. Whenever I get out the camera you just stare at it like you are trying to figure out what it is. Hopefully you’ll let me take some this coming month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWMwilZjAzo/Tfj4hAJifxI/AAAAAAAAFGA/jb4Gj4T_dUk/s1600/DSC09687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618513781004074770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWMwilZjAzo/Tfj4hAJifxI/AAAAAAAAFGA/jb4Gj4T_dUk/s320/DSC09687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so excited for the summer. I’m looking forward to spending time with you and Camden at the park, zoo and water park. I’m curious to see if you like the water. So far, you’re not a huge fan of baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things this month –&lt;br /&gt;1. You met your Great Grandma Laurent.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attended your 1st birthday party – Aiden McGlone&lt;br /&gt;3. Made your 1st trip to Indianapolis for your Cousin Jude’s dedication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iatxtc-_5Y4/Tfj4hlhQNKI/AAAAAAAAFGI/D_dLG06AM5A/s1600/DSC09694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618513791035651234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iatxtc-_5Y4/Tfj4hlhQNKI/AAAAAAAAFGI/D_dLG06AM5A/s320/DSC09694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-5828293830393473103?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/5828293830393473103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=5828293830393473103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5828293830393473103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5828293830393473103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/06/ethan-3-months.html' title='Ethan - 3 Months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AsZwWS-GDs/Te5rrSsKGrI/AAAAAAAAFFo/wlWB4uflgjY/s72-c/DSC09766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4827075293387849189</id><published>2011-05-05T21:42:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:19:40.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan - 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603414349935045106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCK77Vyh0Eo/TcNTqcE0afI/AAAAAAAAFE8/GVETQVPzILU/s320/DSC09515.JPG" /&gt; Ethan –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your second month started off a little rough but ended with a smile. I decided to take you to see your doctor at the beginning of the month because you seemed to cry a little more than what I considered to be normal. After examining you, your doctor said he believed you were a little colicky and that the crying would improve over the next month or so. I’m happy to say it definitely has! I’m not sure if it was time or your trip to the chiropractor or the fact that I reduced my dairy intake, but whatever it was, you’re doing much better and we are sooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You started grinning on April 2nd, but I’m going to say you’re first real smile occurred on April 15th. Until this past week most of your smiles seemed to occur when you were lying on your changing table looking up at a golf picture your daddy taped to the bottom of the shelf hanging above your dresser. Future golfer? Probably. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a picture of your adorable smile this month. Whenever I get the camera out you seem more interested in staring at it than smiling at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re still sleeping in your car seat, but on April 3rd we decided to move you out of our room and into your nursery. So now you’re sleeping in your car seat in the crib. Hey, whatever works! You wake up every 2 ½ to 3 hrs to eat at this point, but I hope that changes over the next month or so. You did get my hopes up one night by sleeping from 11pm-5:45am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did you grace us with your first smile this month, but you also giggled! This occurred on April 25th when we were at Laurel’s for a play date. I don’t even know what I was doing, but you thought it was funny! You’re also trying to reach up for the toys hanging from your swing and activity mat.&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_5603414342946404450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TchYUUvtyI/TcNTqCCmOGI/AAAAAAAAFE0/YIsTwSHfnmA/s320/DSC09342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor for your 2 month checkup and your 1st set of shots. I think we might have a future linebacker on our hands. You weighed in at 13pds, 7 oz and your 24 ¾ inches long! I was so worried about how you would react to getting shots, but you only cried for about 10 seconds and fell right back to sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&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_5603417906157461586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yk8eGofhFcU/TcNW5cCUIFI/AAAAAAAAFFM/xrJgMZcxrYA/s320/DSC09447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month we celebrated your 1st holiday – Easter. Actually St. Patrick’s Day was your 1st holiday, but your Daddy said it doesn’t count so we’re counting Easter as your 1st holiday. Anyway, for Easter the two of us along with Camden headed up to Lorain to spend the day with Grandpa Adams. Daddy had strep throat so he didn’t get to join us. You had a wonderful time meeting the Adams side of our family. Everyone loved you of course. &lt;/div&gt;&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_5603414336148582818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3wHvNRwozc/TcNTpot3saI/AAAAAAAAFEk/FIyvDUjn5ZQ/s320/DSC09329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603414325523983186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oM7tK83g-60/TcNTpBIxK1I/AAAAAAAAFEc/eQNkl-ohffA/s320/DSC09324.JPG" /&gt; My maternity leave is almost over and I’m sad to say that we’ve spent most of our days inside. It’s either been too cold to go outside or it’s been raining. We’ve actually had record rainfall this past month. Hopefully it will clear up soon so we can spend some time enjoying the outdoors before I head back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booger – that’s my nickname for you. Strange I know. I try to stop myself, but every time I pick you up the word booger or boogs comes out of my mouth! I promise I won’t call you this forever!&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here trying to finish this letter and you’re crying in your Daddy’s arms. I better go help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan, we love you and can’t wait to see what this next month brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things that happened this month.&lt;br /&gt;1. April 10th – Your Grandpa Adams game down to celebrate his 50th birthday and you went to the zoo for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsmfRO_a4aw/TcNTp1fCE8I/AAAAAAAAFEs/aiLodiySeLk/s1600/DSC09303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603414339576009666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsmfRO_a4aw/TcNTp1fCE8I/AAAAAAAAFEs/aiLodiySeLk/s320/DSC09303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4827075293387849189?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4827075293387849189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4827075293387849189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4827075293387849189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4827075293387849189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/05/ethan-2-months.html' title='Ethan - 2 months'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCK77Vyh0Eo/TcNTqcE0afI/AAAAAAAAFE8/GVETQVPzILU/s72-c/DSC09515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3656350161965118435</id><published>2011-04-09T12:34:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:14:52.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan - One Month</title><content type='html'>Ethan – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s already been an entire month since you entered the world and our hearts. Some say the second child is easier because you know what to expect and you don’t worry as much. Well, I don’t agree entirely. Sure we were aware there would be a lack of sleep on our part (my part) and a never ending cycle of you eating, sleeping, and pooping, but that’s really about it. For the most part I feel I worry just as much as I did with your older brother. I just worry about a larger variety of things. Before you were born I worried about you being healthy, about breastfeeding, about how I would feel about you when you were born, and about how Camden would adjust to having a little brother. Now I worry about you being healthy, about breastfeeding and about how to make sure I am giving you and your brother the individual love and attention that you both need. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593628851089670594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFz_aPb9_Bo/TaCPzcKTgcI/AAAAAAAAFEE/LKAfyE1c2wc/s320/DSC09166.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were born on a Wednesday and we left the hospital with two days later on a rainy Friday afternoon. My plan was to ride in the backseat with you like I did when we left the hospital with your brother, but I quickly realized that wasn’t possible. Welcome to life with two kids! There’s no room in the backseat with two carseats. I think we might need that minivan I’ve been wanting! Anyway, your daddy took a picture of the two of us and then I jumped in the front seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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_5593624651533439186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZYwOZVrgmc/TaCL-_mE0NI/AAAAAAAAFDE/s96agV0_hEc/s320/DSC09026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first night home went well…sort of. We quickly realized you hate laying flat. Around 3am, I had your Daddy get the car seat and you’ve been sleeping in it ever since. Whatever works right? Saturday your Grandma Ziegman arrived in Columbus. She stayed with us for a week and got a chance to get to know you and hang out with Camden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5593626256836466226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUD2-FnL-lw/TaCNcb0JFjI/AAAAAAAAFDc/I-tadBiG1XQ/s320/DSC09104.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned, one of the main things I stressed about before you were born was breastfeeding. Well, at your two week checkup you only weighed 9 pounds 1 ounce which upset me because you weren’t back up to your birth weight. This had me stressing over breastfeeding even more, but after speaking to your pediatrician we came up with a plan. Needless to say you and I have worked through our difficulties and a week later you weighed 10 pounds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5593626248477080626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDuWX2cNiKM/TaCNb8rG_DI/AAAAAAAAFDU/nUaKvSitzPQ/s320/DSC09081.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there’s a new issue…You cry all the time. Don’t laugh, I’m serious. The first two weeks I kept telling everyone how good you were and how you only cry when you are wet, tired or hungry. Well, that somehow changed over the past couple of weeks. Now, the only time you are not crying is when you’re sleeping or eating. On the bright side, you do sleep well at night. You wake up every 2.5 – 3 hrs to eat and are pretty good about going back to sleep for the most part, but during the day if you’re not sleeping or eating, you’re crying. You seem to calm down if I hold you, but I can’t hold you all the time. Hopefully this crying phase will pass soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5593627848181234482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4yEkxQfaqk/TaCO5ECTOzI/AAAAAAAAFD8/-c0-YxKb7oY/s320/DSC09255.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first month together has been stressful, but wonderful. I've enjoyed getting to know you and you me. Please be patient with me as I learn how to and adjust to being a mother of two. I can’t wait to see how you grow and change this coming month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other fun things that happened this month –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Umbilical cord fell off on March 17th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You had your first "real" bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5593627839048027170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--M6pkM8LW1Q/TaCO4iAxjCI/AAAAAAAAFD0/i_4pUyzjsnc/s320/DSC09213.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 1st road trip – We went drove to Ikea and daddy’s new office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Your Uncle Pat, Aunt Maya, Zane and Jude came to meet you and you had your first photo session with Aunt Maya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593623880748285714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T2iVUySZhs/TaCLSIMkvxI/AAAAAAAAFC8/trCPtBQoZwc/s320/199676_10150114306578549_57364348548_6773909_7844729_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3656350161965118435?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3656350161965118435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3656350161965118435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3656350161965118435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3656350161965118435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/04/ethan-one-month.html' title='Ethan - One Month'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFz_aPb9_Bo/TaCPzcKTgcI/AAAAAAAAFEE/LKAfyE1c2wc/s72-c/DSC09166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2382873665372256949</id><published>2011-03-29T23:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:19:37.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan - The Story of Your Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ethan - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the decision to be induced with you and picked an induction date of Wednesday, March 2. My last day at work was Monday, February 28th and I took the day before you were born off to relax and hang out with your Daddy and brother. So the day before you were born your Daddy and I went out for breakfast and spent the rest of the morning shopping for an OSU hat for you. It was the only thing I didn’t have packed and was on a mission to find one. It took four stores, but we finally found it and when we did, I started crying. Your Daddy just stared at me and started laughing. I would have probably laughed at me too. Hormones! After finding the hat, we picked your brother up and headed to the zoo. It was our last outing, just the three of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent came to town so that they could stay with your big brother the next morning and take him to daycare before coming up to the hospital. Your Daddy and I arrived at the hospital around 6am on the 2nd. After completing the necessary paperwork we headed to our room where the nurses hooked me up to the necessary monitors. You were not responding the way they would have liked so they monitored you for about an hour. Around 7am my doctor came in, broke my water and then started the petocin. Contractions pretty much started right away. I was told I could have an epidural whenever I wanted, but waited for some reason…a little too long and the contractions came on really strong. Your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent arrived at the hospital just as I was getting the epidural. I think this was around 10:00am or so. After I got the epidural I was able to relax, but after a while the pain started coming back. It was so bad I started crying and your Grandpa Adams got so emotional he had to leave the room. When the nurse came in I told her I thought there was something wrong with my catheter and she informed me that it was just your head coming down and that I was dilated to 9 ½! I couldn’t believe it. I always thought being induced meant a long hard labor. I was obviously wrong because it was only about 12:30pm and I was almost ready to push! The nurse raised my bed so that I was pretty much in a sitting position. This eased the pain tremendously and allowed gravity to do the work instead of me. I started pushing at approximately 1:29pm and you arrived at 2:01pm. I couldn’t believe it. My doctor said one more push and I thought she was lying. I had to push for over an hour with your brother so I wasn’t expecting you to come out so quickly, but you did. And your cry…oh it was just so adorable. As soon as you came out they put you on my chest, you stopped crying and just looked at me. It was at that moment that I fell in love with you. All through my pregnancy I was worried about how I would feel about you. How could I possibly love another child as much as I love your brother? But at that moment all of those fears went away. God has blessed me with two wonderful boys. I don’t know what I did to deserve the two of you. I thank him for you two every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704697529327666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbPTkJV0scs/TZKezo-RYDI/AAAAAAAAFCU/LZrDlAXdoO4/s320/DSC08959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704681844619778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ2cpRHpapU/TZKeyuivugI/AAAAAAAAFCE/_EO4vKsTzDs/s320/DSC08941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704690235351602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ti2_bPO-I/TZKezNzQIjI/AAAAAAAAFCM/R0jCot2PZMk/s320/DSC08943.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589706149705092562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNQnj7V8PCs/TZKgIKv9DdI/AAAAAAAAFCk/Q2oD6zDSEyc/s320/DSC08980.JPG" /&gt;Because I gained about 20 pounds less with you than I did with your brother, your Daddy and I thought you would weigh much less than your big brother…we were wrong. You weighed in at 9lbs 5.7oz and 21.5in long. Your brother was 9lbs 6oz and 21in long. What can I say, I have big boys! Later that day, your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent brought your big brother to the hospital to meet you. When Camden walked in, he was a little scared seeing me in the hospital bed. He said, “What happened”? I looked at him and pointed to you. I explained that you came out of my belly and he said, “That’s my brother”. As for me, I just started crying. Seeing the two of you together made the day just that much more special. Your daddy stayed at the hospital with me Wednesday night while your Grandpa Adams stayed at the house with your brother. The next morning your daddy went home, picked up Camden and came back up the hospital. We had breakfast together as a family for the first time and Camden held you for the first time that morning which just melted my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589706157085290162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fph7JuJOKAA/TZKgImPh7rI/AAAAAAAAFCs/tf9dBmIQW0k/s320/DSC08988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ethan – we love you so much and we’re so happy you’re finally here with us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704701655776866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-UZzwKp56U/TZKez4WF_mI/AAAAAAAAFCc/FMWTg9GgcDM/s320/DSC08965.JPG" /&gt; Love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2382873665372256949?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2382873665372256949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2382873665372256949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2382873665372256949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2382873665372256949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/03/ethan-story-of-your-birth.html' title='Ethan - The Story of Your Birth'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbPTkJV0scs/TZKezo-RYDI/AAAAAAAAFCU/LZrDlAXdoO4/s72-c/DSC08959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-143584472415047546</id><published>2011-02-26T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:14:07.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>Camden - 2.5 yrs</title><content type='html'>Camden J – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where to begin - You have grown up so much over the past few months. The biggest news – you’ve outgrown your allergies! This has opened up a whole new world of food for you and has made cooking and eating out a lot easier for us. However, it’s still an adjustment… Things I thought you would love, you don’t. For instance, corndogs…you refuse to eat the breading. Pudding, you still prefer soy pudding. And milk…you’ll drink it but only if we bribe you. You still prefer to drink almond or soy milk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You’ve become so independent over the past couple of months and seem to be enjoying your new room and the new found freedom that comes with it. We moved your trains and some toys in there and now you love to hang out and play in YOUR room. You especially like to do this during naptime. Yep – weekend naps are a struggle now. It appears you have no trouble taking a nap at daycare, but on the weekends you get up and start playing as soon as we close your door. When we open the door to check on you, you drop whatever toy/book is in your hand and run to your bed. One time, we found you “painting” the walls with diaper cream! Most recently, you’ve started emptying your dresser drawers. Every weekend, I have to refold and put your clothes away. I’m going to be getting locks for your drawers soon if you don’t stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday, your Daddy put you down for a nap, heard a noise and found that you managed to open your bedroom door (also new) and you where spraying our room, your room, Ethan’s nursery and the hallway with Downey Spray. You were so proud of yourself too. When I got home, you went around and pointed to everything you sprayed! Cute, but now there is a safety knob on your door so you can’t get out when you’re supposed to be napping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve also learned how to open the refrigerator door recently. At first, I was very excited about this. You would ask for something to drink and we would tell you to go get your sippy out of the fridge. Now, you’ve realize you can get other things out...not so good. Just please don’t mess with the eggs! I've heard stories about your daddy doing this when he was little!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim lessons. You were so excited about swim lessons the first few weeks and really seemed to love the water. Even going under water didn’t seem to bother you too much. However, things changed once your instructor tried to put a noodle around you. You freaked out and tried your hardest to get out of the pool. Daddy tried calming you and you wanted nothing to do with him, the pool or the noodle. After lessons, when I was putting you to bed, I asked you about the noodle and you said, “I scared”. I asked you why and you looked at me like you were trying to figure it out. I then told you Mommy and Daddy would never let anything hurt you. You responded by saying, ”I try again next time”. This was our first really conversation about feelings. I left the room almost in tears. One because I don’t want you to be scared and two because you’re growing up so fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s big boy potty time! January 17, 2011. That’s the date you first used the “big boy potty”. You sat on your little potty, peed, stood up and said “I did it!”. It was a wonderful moment. Your Daddy and I were jumping up and down and you were so proud. We haven’t really started potty training though. There are days when we ask you if you want to use the potty and you want nothing to do with it. Then there are days when you say okay, sit there, get up without going and say, “I try again later”. We don’t want to pressure you into using the potty just yet. You have so many other changes going on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this coming week….We’re gearing up for your little brother’s arrival. If he doesn’t come on his own this weekend, I’ve decided to be induced on March 2nd. I’m so excited to see you and your brother together… And I’m anxious to see how your adjust once we bring him home. Tonight before bed, you wanted to read your Big Brother book. Hopefully that’s a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I love you so much, Camden. I hope you never forget or doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things to remember – &lt;br /&gt;1. Your new favorite show is Dinosaur Train.&lt;br /&gt;2. You’ve pretty much given up the need to sleep with Baby Monkey, George and Mickey. Now it’s just Baby Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;3. You’re not too excited about wearing pull-ups. You prefer a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;4. You love using blue markers at daycare. You keep using one that doesn’t come off! I swear it’s not a washable marker even though it says it is! &lt;br /&gt;5. You still love basketball and golf. You love going to the driving range with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;6. You’re very independent. If we try to help with things you say,” No, I do it”.&lt;br /&gt;7. You still miss your buddy Griswald (we do too). You ask about him every now and then. It breaks my heart when you try to get Winston to play and he doesn’t. Hopefully that will change soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-143584472415047546?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/143584472415047546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=143584472415047546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/143584472415047546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/143584472415047546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/02/camden-25-yrs.html' title='Camden - 2.5 yrs'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1032511029115163662</id><published>2011-02-20T09:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:17:39.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Nursery...</title><content type='html'>Ethan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and your big brother grow up to be the bestest of friends and as close as two brothers can be, but I also want you to grow up to be your own person. Because of this, it was important to me that your Daddy and I create a space just for you, something completely different from your brother's nursery. We finally finished it today. I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOZaGVUvqE/TWEhbQb3A4I/AAAAAAAAFB0/fYMSz6uQey8/s1600/180824_10150433499130585_754080584_17614482_2602219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575774565813388162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOZaGVUvqE/TWEhbQb3A4I/AAAAAAAAFB0/fYMSz6uQey8/s320/180824_10150433499130585_754080584_17614482_2602219_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C11qPqZmQl4/TWEhbRkUFPI/AAAAAAAAFBs/llloD2RzgJY/s1600/183895_10150433499525585_754080584_17614491_6584227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575774566117283058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C11qPqZmQl4/TWEhbRkUFPI/AAAAAAAAFBs/llloD2RzgJY/s320/183895_10150433499525585_754080584_17614491_6584227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COKrXQHU8hc/TWEhWGpzvYI/AAAAAAAAFBk/loO1LrqspcA/s1600/181738_10150433499655585_754080584_17614492_3075304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575774477288193410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COKrXQHU8hc/TWEhWGpzvYI/AAAAAAAAFBk/loO1LrqspcA/s320/181738_10150433499655585_754080584_17614492_3075304_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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_5575774210286703218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV0RtrkBdhU/TWEhGj_sUnI/AAAAAAAAFBc/BctQbRpvpms/s320/180783_10150433500090585_754080584_17614498_6838985_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575774083431191330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIbda382-es/TWEg_La-0yI/AAAAAAAAFBU/MZ3q1yjvZTY/s320/183197_10150433499820585_754080584_17614494_6019461_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1032511029115163662?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1032511029115163662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1032511029115163662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1032511029115163662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1032511029115163662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/02/ethans-nursery.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Nursery...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjOZaGVUvqE/TWEhbQb3A4I/AAAAAAAAFB0/fYMSz6uQey8/s72-c/180824_10150433499130585_754080584_17614482_2602219_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1609743382739256704</id><published>2011-02-15T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:26:45.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>37 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Ethan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Daddy and I are anxiously awaiting your arrival. Everything is pretty much ready to go – your room is coming along, your clothes are in your closet/dresser, the bottles are in the cabinet, and the pack-n-play is together and next to our bed. Just a few more decorations to add to your room and everything will be in place. I can’t wait to see you lying in your crib. Before bed each night, I check on Camden and then look into the nursery imagining you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your big brother is excited too. He points to your room and says “Ethan’s room”. He even picked out a blue elephant to give to you when you come home. This past weekend he attended a siblings class at the hospital. I was so proud of him. When the nurse asked what your name was going to be he said, “Ethan”…Okay more like “Efan”. It was so cute! He’s so excited to be a big brother. When we ask him what he’s going to teach you he says he’s going to teach you to crash race cars. Oh what fun we’re going to have!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this pregnancy, you have been breech the entire time. It was a hard decision that I truly struggled with, but in the end I decided to go ahead and let my doctor attempt to turn you instead of scheduling a C-section. The procedure was a little more painful than I expected and I am now sporting a huge bruise on my lower abdomen, but the procedure worth it for a couple of reasons. One, you let the doctor turn you and handled it like a champ! The second reason…While we were waiting for the doctor, the nurse said something that really hit me and practically had me in tears. She said she believes babies are breech for a reason. They can sense their mother needs them, that their mother has something going on and because of that wants to be as close to mom’s heart has possible. I just smiled at her when she said this. This whole time I have been calling your stubborn, but now I have changed my mind and instead want to believe that what she said is true. Maybe you’ve been breech this entire time because you’ve wanted to be closer to my heart. Maybe it has been your way of reminding me of your presence and love while I’ve dealt with the stress and emotions of losing Griswald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the hospital yesterday your Daddy and I are even more anxious about your arrival than before. We are so excited for you to join our family, to be at home with us, and to see you and Camden interacting together. This has been a long, emotional, uncomfortable pregnancy, but knowing that you will be coming home with us very soon makes it all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t wait to meet you sometime in the next few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy and Camden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1609743382739256704?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1609743382739256704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1609743382739256704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1609743382739256704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1609743382739256704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2011/02/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8301328424867188420</id><published>2010-12-22T13:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:24:10.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TRJCMeICNvI/AAAAAAAAFBE/TZPiiJFsdbI/s1600/DSC08242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553574072513869554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TRJCMeICNvI/AAAAAAAAFBE/TZPiiJFsdbI/s400/DSC08242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TRJB55qG95I/AAAAAAAAFA8/NiNMjfPWtEY/s1600/Camden%2Band%2BSanta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553573753487030162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TRJB55qG95I/AAAAAAAAFA8/NiNMjfPWtEY/s400/Camden%2Band%2BSanta.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays! 2010 has been an exciting and crazy year and sending out our yearly holiday card fell through the cracks! Family and friends mean the world to us and we are so very thankful to have all of you in our lives. We wish everybody a safe and very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laurent Family &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/5390883246844072301-8301328424867188420?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8301328424867188420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8301328424867188420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8301328424867188420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8301328424867188420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TRJCMeICNvI/AAAAAAAAFBE/TZPiiJFsdbI/s72-c/DSC08242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4306714273766039109</id><published>2010-12-12T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:43:56.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>Camden - 28 months...</title><content type='html'>Camden  - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be the most precious little guy ever! You have grown so much over the past few months. Your speech and the words you say just blow your daddy and I away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you love at this point – basketball, golf, Mickey Mouse, trains and race cars! Oh, how you love race cars. When we’re driving down the road you say, “Mommy faster”, or “Mommy go/stop”. It makes your daddy and I laugh. And when you play with your race cars you love to crash them into each other. I keep reminding you that you are not allowed to be a racecar driver – It’s too dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest moments recently occurred at the dinner table. The three of us were sitting there and all of a sudden your daddy and I heard something. We looked at you and you said, “I burped”. It was funny, because you didn’t actually burp, you had gas….loud gas! The three of us sat there laughing for a good five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thanksgiving Day at your Great Aunt Charlotte’s house. You had so much fun playing with your cousins. You were the youngest one, but that didn’t stop you from wrestling with them. I should mention that your daddy and I have been very hesitant when it comes to you wrestling, because you’ve been getting into trouble at daycare for tackling and pushing, but since it was a holiday and you were having so much fun we decided it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Aunt Maya, Uncle Pat, Zane and Jude arrived in Decatur Friday afternoon. I was a little nervous as to how you would react to Baby Jude, but was pleasantly surprised when you didn’t mind me holding or feeding him. And was even more surprised when you shared your Monkey and Mickey Mouse with him… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Zane had so much fun playing together and running around the “circle” at Grandma and Grandpa L’s house. You guys ran around it for a good half hour while we watched. At one point your Uncle Pat started hiding and scaring you guys. You loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came away from the weekend looking like you were in a boxing match. First, on Thanksgiving night, you were doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. When your daddy caught you, you ran away from him laughing and fell into a small TV, bruising and scratching your cheek. Then on Friday, you and Zane were chasing each other and you fell right into the corner of a wall which gave you a horrible black eye. I think I was more upset than you were. When I ran over to you, you cried for about two minutes and then wanted down to play. All I wanted to do is hold you! We do have some memorable pics from the weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major changes are heading your way after the holidays. First, you’re moving up to a new class at daycare - Hello potty training and hello big boy cups!!! Either before or after that, when you’re your big boy room is done , you’ll be moving in to a new room and into a big boy bed. I’m a little nervous about the big boy bed for two reasons. One you love you your crib and two it’s so easy. We just put you in there and you go to sleep. You’ve never attempted to climb out…yet. When you move over, I have a feeling you’re not going to stay in bed. Instead, you’re going to want to play or something. I guess we’ll see what happens soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden, just know that with all the changes heading you’re way, I love you and we’ll get through them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4306714273766039109?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4306714273766039109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4306714273766039109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4306714273766039109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4306714273766039109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/12/camden-28-months.html' title='Camden - 28 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2097980393450402873</id><published>2010-12-12T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:28:55.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>28 Weeks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TQUiYjq9jRI/AAAAAAAAFAk/s38LVZq7jRQ/s1600/DSC08118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TQUiYjq9jRI/AAAAAAAAFAk/s38LVZq7jRQ/s320/DSC08118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549879921091644690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 weeks - I can’t believe it. This pregnancy seems to be going by so fast. It didn’t feel like it was going fast enough when I was suffering from horrible morning sickness, but when I think about the fact that you’ll  be here in about 12 weeks…oh my! Your daddy and I have so much to do before your arrival. My original plan was to move your big brother into his “big boy” room December 1st. That didn’t happen. Right now, the room is gutted…I guess that’s a start. Before we move him in, we have to lay the new floor, paint the walls and ceiling, and install the new fan and closet organizer. Not too much right? After we move him over, we’re starting your room! Your daddy and I finally agreed on bedding for your room and plan to repaint the nursery especially for you. With your daddy traveling so much for work and Christmas quickly approaching, I’m not sure when we’re going to get it all done, but we will! I just want everything to be perfect and in place before you arrive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy with you has been completely different than with your big brother. The morning sickness was more intense and lasted well into my 22nd week. In addition, you’re sitting so low! When we had our ultrasound they told us you were breach and I think you still are! I guess we’ll find out when we see you during our 4D ultrasound – which I can’t wait for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your big brother, I think he’s starting to realize change is coming. I’ve started to calling him my big boy, but every time I do he says, “No Mommy, I’m a baby”. Really it’s cute because I will also consider you both to be my babies but at the same time, I was hoping to start calling him my big boy so he would be more excited about moving over to a big boy bed and about potty training. So far, he still loves his crib and doesn’t have much interest in using the potty. We’ll see, hopefully this changes soon…Really he doesn’t have a choice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little cousin Jude was born recently and we met him over Thanksgiving weekend. Camden was so good with him and even shared his monkey and Mickey Mouse which is a really big deal! He doesn’t like to share all that much, especially monkey and Mickey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m so excited to see the two of you together.  Hopefully, your big&lt;br /&gt;brother adjusts quickly when you arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all excited to meet you soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2097980393450402873?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2097980393450402873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2097980393450402873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2097980393450402873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2097980393450402873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/12/28-weeks.html' title='28 Weeks!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TQUiYjq9jRI/AAAAAAAAFAk/s38LVZq7jRQ/s72-c/DSC08118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2140998954805170390</id><published>2010-10-19T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:13:24.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>It's a boy!</title><content type='html'>Little One – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today your daddy and I found out you’re a boy! We are so excited and so thrilled to have another boy joining our family. You’re growing and everything seems to be progressing well. The only concern at this time is that your breach. The doctor said she’s not too concerned because you’ll be moving and turning over the next 20 weeks so hopefully when you’re ready to come out, you’ll be in the correct position. It’s just something we’ll have to keep an eye on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As for your name, we’ve decided to call you Ethan R Laurent. I know I mentioned in an earlier post that your daddy and I couldn’t decide on a name, but once we found out you were a boy we quickly agreed on the name. I have to admit, this name was just added to the list a couple of weeks ago. Once I heard it, it was like something clicked. I knew from that point on you were going to be a boy and your name was going to be Ethan. I’m just glad your daddy finally agreed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the letter R in your name. We’re carrying on a tradition. Your brother’s middle initial is J, just like your daddy’s. The J stands for several things including the first names of both of your great-grandmothers on your daddy’s side and the first name of your Grandpa Adams. The R in your name is also your Uncle Pat’s middle initial. It stands for the first names of your great-grandfathers on your daddy’s side and your great-grandmother from my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the reactions from people when we told them…Your grandparents are obviously happy, but I’d have to say your Uncle Pat’s reaction was the best. He sounded so excited. It was like he could picture all the fun we’re going to have with you four boys. Yep – four! Not only do you have an older brother and an older cousin, but by the time you arrive you will have another older cousin! Family get togethers are going to be a blast! Just remember you can tackle your brother and cousins, but not the kids at daycare!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked your brother up from daycare today, I told him he was going to have a baby brother. He responded by saying “My baby brother”. I thought it was cute. I know he doesn’t fully understand the changes coming his way and I’m not sure how he’s going to react to you when we bring you home, but I hope and pray that you two grow to love and depend on one other and be as close as two brothers could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next several months are going to be busy with the holiday season approaching, but the one thing I want to do is cherish this time and enjoy the rest of this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to finally be able to call you by your name, Ethan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy and your big brother, Camden are so excited and we can’t wait to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2140998954805170390?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2140998954805170390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2140998954805170390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2140998954805170390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2140998954805170390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-423079217311544533</id><published>2010-10-19T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:23:20.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Cool Packaging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TL5DvvfUmDI/AAAAAAAAFAc/oRVLK9fPLp0/s1600/IMG00059-20101019-1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TL5DvvfUmDI/AAAAAAAAFAc/oRVLK9fPLp0/s320/IMG00059-20101019-1656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529931879938299954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my assignments for the Marketing class I am currently taking involved finding a product with "cool" packaging. After searching and searching for an item, I came across this Fisher Price - Music Box Record Player. It may not have the "wow" factor I was looking for but I think it's pretty cool. The package itself is very retro, very simple. I love that Fisher Price is using muted red and black, not bright and bold like modern toy packaging. I feel this brings out the "classic" side of the product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-423079217311544533?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/423079217311544533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=423079217311544533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/423079217311544533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/423079217311544533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/10/cool-packaging.html' title='Cool Packaging...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/TL5DvvfUmDI/AAAAAAAAFAc/oRVLK9fPLp0/s72-c/IMG00059-20101019-1656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2834938556781532918</id><published>2010-10-18T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:09:53.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Laurent'/><title type='text'>20 weeks – Tomorrow’s the day!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow at 11am we find out if you are a girl or a boy! I am so excited and so nervous at the same time. I can’t wait to start calling you by your name. If you’re a girl, we have a name picked out. If you’re a boy…well, I have a name picked out but your daddy isn’t 100% on board with it. I’m also looking forward to picking out your bedding and deciding on a design for your room. Yes, even if you’re a boy we’re redoing the nursery for you. Some people think we’re crazy but it is important to me and to your daddy that you have your own identity and your own space from the start. As for being nervous, I’m nervous because tomorrow is also the day that the doctor takes all of your measurements and confirms that you are healthy and everything is going well. I know everything is okay, but it still makes me nervous. Mom’s are allowed to worry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your gender and what everyone thinks, at this point it’s 50/50 - 50% are saying you’re a boy because it seems like boys run in the family - your daddy, Uncle Pat, Zane, Camden, and Jude. The other 50% are saying girl because well some think the Laurent’s are due for a girl. As for the others… well, when you’re pregnant with your second, everyone always thinks you’re pregnant with the opposite of what you had the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say the pencil test says you are a boy. Leslie and Andrea have preformed this little test on me twice at work and both times – boy! As for the Chinese Conception Chart is says you’re a girl, but it also said your brother was supposed to be a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps asking me if I have a feeling and I do. I guess we’ll see if my mother’s intuition is right! All I know for sure is that as long as the doctor says you are growing and things are progressing the way they should, I will be one happy mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2834938556781532918?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2834938556781532918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2834938556781532918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2834938556781532918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2834938556781532918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/10/20-weeks-tomorrows-day.html' title='20 weeks – Tomorrow’s the day!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2854686498061496058</id><published>2010-08-20T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:54:26.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>You're Two...</title><content type='html'>Camden - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few short weeks ago, you turned two! I cannot believe how fast these past two years have gone by. When we ask you how old you are you hold up all of your fingers and say “TWO”! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word cannot describe how much your daddy and I love you. It has been truly amazing to see how you have grown and changed during these two years. You are talking in sentences, running, jumping, and you’re even walking up and down the stairs…No more scooting down on your butt. When you attempted to walk down the stairs for the first time, I told you to sit down and slide down the stairs and you did. Then one day you said no and instead, you took a hold of the railing and walked down the stairs. When you got to the final step you jumped and said, “I did it”. You were so proud of yourself and I was so proud of you - And once you were down, I finally started breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday party had a sports theme this year, because you love all sports. Basketball and golf are your favorites by far, but you also love football, baseball, lacrosse, soccer, and hockey. Your party was a lot of fun. You were surrounded by family and friends and had a great time. When it was time for your cupcake, I thought I was going to have to help you blow out the candles but you did it all on your own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of the day was actually after your party. Your Grandma Laurent was helping clean up and all of a sudden we heard giggling coming from upstairs. We went around the corner and found you and Zane jumping on the bed! It was something I will never forget. You two were bonding and being mischievous together! Very cute! Your grandma and I just smiled and laughed for a few minutes and then made you stop. From then all that is all you two wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming year is going to be a big year for you. So many changes are coming your way over the next  seven months. Although I know you’ll be fine, I’m nervous. I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed or feel like we’re abandoning you in any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first change is going to be you moving into your “big boy” room. We have decided to go with a sports theme. And of course with the “big boy” room comes the “big boy” bed. You’re moving right into a queen size bed. Our plan is to move you over in November or December unless you decide to climb out of your crib before then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next change will be moving into a new room at daycare. You should move up in February and when you do, you’ll begin drinking from a regular cup (no more sippy at school) and you’ll start learning to use the potty. About a month after that comes the biggest change of all - Your little brother or sister will arrive. I am so excited to see the two of you together, but I am extremely nervous at the same time. I do not want you to think you are being replaced or that you’re loved any less. At the same time, I don’t want your new brother or sister to feel that we love you more since you’re the oldest.  I hope that you both will know that there is enough love in our hearts for both of you and that we love you both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One promise I’m going to make to you right now is that we’re going to plan special mommy and Camden time, not only when the baby comes, but before that. Over the past few weeks, I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you as I would have like or that you would have liked. This trend is probably going to continue for a few more weeks or until this morning sickness subsides. But I promise, when I’m feeling better, we’re going to spend so much time together - So much that you’re probably going to be sick of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to spend time with you has been hard on me. I feel like I’m neglecting you which is the last thing I want to do. You have a wonderful father who loves to spend time with you and lets me rest when I need to, but I still hate that I am not spending time with you. You and your daddy went to the slash park and out to dinner yesterday while I stayed home sick. This summer had just flown by and I feel like I have missed it and you, and your daddy. But again, once this sickness is over – you and me kiddo! We’re going to have lots of fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun/Cute things to remember:&lt;br /&gt;1. You carry around a lot of animals – Curious George, AH AH (the name of your   little monkey), Mickey Mouse, and Kitty. At times you also want to grab Doggie, Pooh, and Tigger.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your favorite show is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. You watch it every morning while I’m getting ready for work and every night before bedtime (with a snack and milk). &lt;br /&gt;3. You are still sleeping in your crib – I’m happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Besides sports, you love bubbles, books, trains, cars, and trucks. &lt;br /&gt;5. You love to dance and play outside.&lt;br /&gt;6. You love to jump – which makes me nervous because you do it when I’m not expecting it!&lt;br /&gt;7. You say bye to everything – Bye daddy’s car, Bye flowers, Bye slide, Bye rock…&lt;br /&gt;8. If we ask you if you have a girlfriend you say “Emily”.&lt;br /&gt;9. You love your sneakers and you tell everyone about them. Whenever someone new walks in the room, you hold out your foot and say “shoes”. You cry if we try to make you wear flip flops or any shoes other than your “shoes”. &lt;br /&gt;10. You love Fig Newtons. &lt;br /&gt;11. You love to “read”. At times we find you sitting with a bunch of books, just looking though them. You even want to take one to bed every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2854686498061496058?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2854686498061496058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2854686498061496058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2854686498061496058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2854686498061496058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-two.html' title='You&apos;re Two...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6161724275128421035</id><published>2010-08-03T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:07:34.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Laurent'/><title type='text'>On your way...</title><content type='html'>June 30th - It has been two days. Two days since I found out you’re on your way! I have so many things running through my mind. Are you okay? Are you growing? Is your little heart beating? I called the doctor today and she scheduled my first appointment for August 2nd…. It’s June 29th. How am I supposed to wait another 6 weeks before I know you’re okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, your daddy and I are very surprised. It took us a year to conceive your big brother and you… well, let’s just say it didn’t take any time at all. I had a feeling I was pregnant last week, mother’s intuition I guess you can say. I wanted to surprise your daddy this time so I kept my feelings to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to take a pregnancy test when your daddy wasn’t home so I could fight the urge to tell him and surprise in a special way. However, when I got home, your daddy was home. He was supposed to be at Keira and Brandon’s by the time I got back from the store. I was so anxious and there was no way could wait to take the test so I told myself that if the test was positive, I would say I forgot something and had to run out. That way I could start my plan. However, in the 5 seconds it took for the test to show two pink lines, I changed my mind. I quickly (but carefully) ran downstairs. Your daddy and Camden were sitting on the couch and I pulled the test out of my pocket. Your daddy was shocked (as was I). All he could do is say, ”WHAT?!...WHAT?! How many did you take? Are you serious?”. Then he wanted to call your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent to share our happy news, but I told him no. I didn’t get to surprise him but we were going to surprise everyone else! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6161724275128421035?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6161724275128421035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6161724275128421035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6161724275128421035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6161724275128421035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-your-way.html' title='On your way...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7887620960504368827</id><published>2010-03-25T21:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:12:55.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>Back to School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBrian%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I’ve finally made a decision… I'm going back to school. The decision to go back for my MBA has not been an easy one. It's something I've been struggling with since I found out I was pregnant with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Camden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.  Being there for all of his firsts was extremely important to me. And although I could have been done with school in the amount of time it has actually taken me to decide to go back, I wouldn’t change a thing. I was there to see &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Camden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s first smile and to hear his first laugh. I was there to hear his first word and to see his first steps. I know there are more firsts to come but I feel now is the best time for me to take this step. So, I’m off. I’ve been accepted in to the MBA program at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Franklin&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and if things go as planned I should have my MBA by September 2011. Good Luck to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7887620960504368827?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7887620960504368827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7887620960504368827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7887620960504368827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7887620960504368827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8888315817722332679</id><published>2010-02-15T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:27:10.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>18 months...</title><content type='html'>There are amazing little moments that happen everyday. I try to take a mental snapshot of each of them because it's these little moments that I don't want to forget. Last night for instance - you and daddy were sitting on the couch and you gave him a kiss and my heart just melted. And today you gave me the perfect ending to a crazy day. You not only let me rock you to sleep, but you looked up at me, said mom and gave me a kiss. It was wonderful. Mom is the best word - I've been looking foward to you saying that word since even before you were born and now you're saying it! Life can be crazy so I have to constantly remind myself to just relax and enjoy our time together. Thank you for helping me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week you are transitioning to the Toddler 1 class at daycare! I can't believe you're a toddler! There are big changes coming your way - You'll now be taking naps on a cot, sitting at a table for lunch and drinking from a big boy cup! I can't wait to see how you adjust. I'm sure you'll do great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've grown so much over the past year and a half. You just had your 18 month check-up and the doctor said you're doing great. You're 33 inches tall (90th percentile) and weigh 25 pounds (50th percentile). You're talking more and more each day. Your two favorite words are snacks and ball but you also say mom, socks, shoes, basketball, golf, yes and a few other words. You can sign eat, more, please, all done, milk and thank you. You give kisses and hugs and love to climb on the kitchen chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've recently started to let you watch a little TV. Two shows actually - Chuggington and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. You only sit in one place for about five minutes but you seem to enjoy them for those five minutes. Another cute thing you're doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball and golf are your two favorite sports. Although... you do love OSU football! We can point to anything OSU and raise your arms like your saying touchdown! You also have a special dance you do when you make a basket...It's adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to love music and dancing and seem to really enjoy you're WeJoySing classes.  It's been fun for your daddy and I to watch you grow and learn during these classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking foward teaching you new things and to learning new things from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than words can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8888315817722332679?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8888315817722332679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8888315817722332679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8888315817722332679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8888315817722332679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/02/18-months.html' title='18 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-707820502477328208</id><published>2010-01-02T19:35:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:59:24.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas Weekend...</title><content type='html'>You know how you have this picture in your head of how your day will go and then the day actually happens and it's nothing like you pictured..? Well, that was our Christmas. I call it the not-so-perfect, perfect Christmas because although nothing went as planned, it was still a wonderful Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve started out great - Brian and I loaded up the Jeep with all of the presents and the car with all of our suitcases. Yes, we had to take both cars. (Lesson #1 - Buy the big presents in Indiana so traveling for Christmas will be easier.) The drive over was okay for me, Camden slept the entire time. The drive for Brian - not so good. By the time we got to Decatur, Brian was really sick. He spent most of the day laying on the couch. Terry, Terri, Camden and I headed over to Grandma Laurent's for dinner and Brian stayed at the house. When we got back to the house, we found Brian laying on the bathroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_rnTYv0fI/AAAAAAAAE-k/T190kYpjF50/s1600-h/DSC06443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_rnTYv0fI/AAAAAAAAE-k/T190kYpjF50/s320/DSC06443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422311536828862962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Brian was sick and couldn't participate, I decided Camden and I would still continue the "traditions" we started last year. AH! Not so much -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open a present containing new PJ's to wear to bed - I couldn't remember which box I wrapped them in. Luckily Grandma Laurent saved the day. She let Camden open the PJ's she bought him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open a present containing a new little toy - Instead I just gave him an unwrapped truck.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch a Christmas movie - After dinner we watched a Christmas movie - Merry Christmas Charlie Brown". Camden was disinterested but it caught his eye several times.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_xt7HhVQI/AAAAAAAAE-8/oN73pFWEbg8/s1600-h/DSC06450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_xt7HhVQI/AAAAAAAAE-8/oN73pFWEbg8/s320/DSC06450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422318247643010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read - The Night Before Christmas. Grandpa Laurent tried reading this to Camden but he was tired and ready for bed. I tried reading to him a little more in the bedroom but it still didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_xvMjePII/AAAAAAAAE_E/J9XLK9WCPgA/s1600-h/DSC06488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_xvMjePII/AAAAAAAAE_E/J9XLK9WCPgA/s320/DSC06488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422318269503519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day -&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning I woke up and turned the light on only to see Camden with poop all over him and his sheets! Great way to start the morning! I cleaned him up a little and threw him into the bathtub. I couldn't believe it, not only was Brian sick but Camden was also having some stomach issues. After the bath, we had breakfast and them it was time to open presents. I got the video camera out and realized the battery was dead! AH! Really?! (Lesson #2 - Make sure all batteries are charged) The good part of this is that Terri and Terry let Brian and I open one of our presents early - a new video camera. Although we didn't get to use it that morning (had to charge) it was a nice surprise. The rest of the morning went well and Camden had a great time opening his presents. The second present he opened was bubble so all we heard was BUBBLES for the next five minutes and he didn't want to open anything else (Lesson #3 - open bubbles last).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_z_3SwEXI/AAAAAAAAE_U/p7ySEp5qE8Y/s1600-h/DSC06513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_z_3SwEXI/AAAAAAAAE_U/p7ySEp5qE8Y/s320/DSC06513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422320754877272434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, Brian was starting to feel better so we headed over to Cross Creek to surprise Brian with his TV. That was one of the only things that went as planned! We was surprised and very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day, enjoying time with the family. After the kids went to bed Pat, Maya, Terry, Terri, Brian and I enjoyed a game of Imagine If. It was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the rest of our weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_5ng7r-WI/AAAAAAAAFAM/ySOTiKjec-Y/s1600-h/17465_397668470334_644150334_10420854_613285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_5ng7r-WI/AAAAAAAAFAM/ySOTiKjec-Y/s320/17465_397668470334_644150334_10420854_613285_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422326933627861346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_2Avru1rI/AAAAAAAAE_8/byQjoHrHsaQ/s1600-h/DSC06575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_2Avru1rI/AAAAAAAAE_8/byQjoHrHsaQ/s320/DSC06575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422322969037690546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_1_WJr8AI/AAAAAAAAE_k/dIGp9kR4Ip0/s1600-h/DSC06528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_1_WJr8AI/AAAAAAAAE_k/dIGp9kR4Ip0/s320/DSC06528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422322945004138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_1_9UOGXI/AAAAAAAAE_s/nd7i0clFRDw/s1600-h/DSC06529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_1_9UOGXI/AAAAAAAAE_s/nd7i0clFRDw/s320/DSC06529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422322955517303154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_z_Z2Rs-I/AAAAAAAAE_M/xmbxhUjP93s/s1600-h/DSC06483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_z_Z2Rs-I/AAAAAAAAE_M/xmbxhUjP93s/s320/DSC06483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422320746973213666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_0AYS1cfI/AAAAAAAAE_c/mI_xCRO64XI/s1600-h/DSC06524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_0AYS1cfI/AAAAAAAAE_c/mI_xCRO64XI/s320/DSC06524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422320763735994866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-707820502477328208?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/707820502477328208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=707820502477328208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/707820502477328208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/707820502477328208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-christmas-weekend.html' title='Our Christmas Weekend...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_rnTYv0fI/AAAAAAAAE-k/T190kYpjF50/s72-c/DSC06443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7924033622679885831</id><published>2010-01-02T19:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:47:42.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Two Down, One to Go</title><content type='html'>Brian, Camden and I headed up to Lorain the weekend before Christmas to celebrate Christmas with my dad. Although it was a short trip, we had a great time. We spend most of our time over my aunt and uncle's. We hung out with my cousins and just had a nice relaxing time. I realized I need to make it up north more often. My little cousins are growing up so fast. I don't see them nearly enough. Here's some pics from our day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_n24TF9RI/AAAAAAAAE-M/rzfXUuYKRTs/s1600-h/DSC06412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_n24TF9RI/AAAAAAAAE-M/rzfXUuYKRTs/s320/DSC06412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422307406388786450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_oZp11FkI/AAAAAAAAE-U/5AppcIjG_pc/s1600-h/DSC06392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_oZp11FkI/AAAAAAAAE-U/5AppcIjG_pc/s320/DSC06392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422308003803371074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_o255AHyI/AAAAAAAAE-c/u-NTpQkHmVQ/s1600-h/DSC06438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_o255AHyI/AAAAAAAAE-c/u-NTpQkHmVQ/s320/DSC06438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422308506327850786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7924033622679885831?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7924033622679885831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7924033622679885831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7924033622679885831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7924033622679885831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-down-one-to-go.html' title='Two Down, One to Go'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sz_n24TF9RI/AAAAAAAAE-M/rzfXUuYKRTs/s72-c/DSC06412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2163833636840212067</id><published>2009-12-14T21:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:29:15.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>One Down, Two to Go...</title><content type='html'>December is always a busy month for Brian and I. Not only do we have the Christmas shopping, the decorating and the work parties etc. We also have three weekends of Christmas celebrations - one with my mom, one with my dad and one with the Laurent's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was 1 of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Dennis flew in from Arizona to stay with us for the weekend. They decided not to bring the warm weather with them so Camden and I decided to have a hot chocolate waiting for my mom when they arrived. They were both so excited to see Camden. It's been 5 months since my mom last saw Camden and entire year for Dennis. The three of them had a great time hanging out and catching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we all headed over to Xenia for the Ziegman Christmas celebration. We haven't been there since my mom and Dennis moved to Arizona so it was nice being there and catching up with everyone. We always have a great time when we get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden had fun playing with the girls. He especially liked playing with Darby. Here's some pics of the two of them having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE8cZVngI/AAAAAAAAE9c/-dDetOZlV5g/s1600-h/DSC06200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415302513397440002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE8cZVngI/AAAAAAAAE9c/-dDetOZlV5g/s320/DSC06200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE8yp9vTI/AAAAAAAAE9k/jPzZ4GAaanE/s1600-h/DSC06204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415302519372758322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE8yp9vTI/AAAAAAAAE9k/jPzZ4GAaanE/s320/DSC06204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden loved playing with the tissue paper that filled the bag his presents came in. He's adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE9L6rgOI/AAAAAAAAE9s/DsuDsVH_rTc/s1600-h/DSC06233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415302526153752802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE9L6rgOI/AAAAAAAAE9s/DsuDsVH_rTc/s320/DSC06233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the day shopping for Camden. One thing I learned recently, grandparents love to shop for their grandchildren. So do parents, but grandparents can by whatever they want because they don't have to figure out where to store it or deal with the sound it makes. I do have to admit my mom and Dennis listened to my suggestions. And they made sure Camden smiled and like the toys before putting them into the cart. If he didn't smile, it went back on the shelf. Camden walked out of the store with a bike, guitar and a bunch of cars - all of which he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks - G&amp;amp;G Ziegman!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE9pBjPTI/AAAAAAAAE90/nksm0_blEBw/s1600-h/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415302533967199538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE9pBjPTI/AAAAAAAAE90/nksm0_blEBw/s320/DSC06278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2163833636840212067?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2163833636840212067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2163833636840212067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2163833636840212067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2163833636840212067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='One Down, Two to Go...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SycE8cZVngI/AAAAAAAAE9c/-dDetOZlV5g/s72-c/DSC06200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6035033384202412355</id><published>2009-11-18T19:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:21:10.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>15 Months...</title><content type='html'>You're now 15 months. You weigh 24 pounds and you're 33 inches tall. I thought my letters to you would occur less frequently since you turned one but you're growing and changing so much these days I want to make sure I remember these little milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SwSdUHwHe1I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/GnPcAXlVGRg/s1600/gameday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SwSdUHwHe1I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/GnPcAXlVGRg/s320/gameday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405618421755247442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has changed this past month?....Everything. You're learning so many new things - You can quack like a duck, bark like a dog and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoohoo&lt;/span&gt; like a monkey (and can point to them in a book).  Your vocabulary is expanding. You can say ball, bubbles, fish and golf. You say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DaDa&lt;/span&gt; sometimes - Still no Mommy but I think you're close. You've learned how to run, raise your arms when we say touchdown and sign help and drink. You're catching on to thing so quickly. One of my favorite new things you do is give kisses. Tonight before bed I asked you to give daddy a kiss so you walked right over to him and gave him one. My heart just melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've mastered the stairs and you're actually trying to walk up and down them instead of crawling. When I say trying, I mean you look at me and act like you're going to until I tell you no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you love to do is play outside. Everyday when we arrive home you grab your basketball and head to the door. One afternoon daddy started throwing the ball up on the roof and now it's one of your favorite things to do. He lifts you up high, you throw the ball up and laugh when it falls to the ground. You also love playing golf and riding your bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SwSdD0pVKKI/AAAAAAAAEsI/CZRjR9NhD0c/s1600/Golf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SwSdD0pVKKI/AAAAAAAAEsI/CZRjR9NhD0c/s320/Golf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405618141748603042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A  small issue we're having is separation anxiety. All you want is mommy. I have to admit 80% of me loves this... the other 20% not so much. You do pretty well in the nursery at church and at daycare but the gym...no way. Daddy and I dropped you off there the other day and you cried the entire time. Heartbreaking. Everyone keeps telling me that you'll get used to it but it's hard to leave you. It's going to be harder once you actually yell mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the holidays this year. We're going to cut down our tree in a few weeks. I wonder what you will think of it. You make the holidays so much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6035033384202412355?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6035033384202412355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6035033384202412355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6035033384202412355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6035033384202412355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick-15-month-update.html' title='15 Months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SwSdUHwHe1I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/GnPcAXlVGRg/s72-c/gameday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1611574448066062562</id><published>2009-11-09T19:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:08:32.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Growing our faith...</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how a child can change your perspective on things. Before Camden, Brian and I rarely talked about religion unless "big" decisions needed to be made...Where would we be married? Would we raise our children in the catholic church?  Other than that we rarely talked about it...until Camden. He changed things. I can't pinpoint the exact moment but it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 5 weeks Brian and I've been attending Discovery Classes at a local church we've been going to since June.  I'm excited to say that last night we made the decision to become members of the church.  I'm thrilled that we found a church that we're both excited about, a church that we both feel comfortable in and a church that will allow us to grow our faith individually and as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newhopeworship.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1611574448066062562?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1611574448066062562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1611574448066062562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1611574448066062562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1611574448066062562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-our-faith.html' title='Growing our faith...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1695313315205718855</id><published>2009-10-13T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:17:13.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>14 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StUKTsibFuI/AAAAAAAAEaw/YsE96EVNSZc/s1600-h/8716_315954635584_754080584_9348921_4905063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It still amazes me how much a baby changes in just one short year. Your daddy and I just look at each other at times and say “How did this happen? He’s a little boy. He’s a little person.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to admit, I miss the cuddle time and rocking you to sleep, but this stage…this stage is my favorite so far. The thing I like most is that you’re starting to communicate with us. You’re not only signing (finally after 8mths of daddy and me signing to you, you’re signing – more and eat!) but you can tell us what you want and you know what we’re talking about when we ask you to do something. You also know when you are doing something you’re not suppose to which has been funny at times (we try not to laugh) but also means that we’ve had to start time-outs. We haven’t had to do many and you honestly have no idea what we’re doing but it’s a start. The main reason for time-outs…hitting Griswald!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, it is so amazing to me because a couple of months ago you weren't walking or communicating and now your walking, playing Ring-Around-the-Rosie, dancing, riding your bike, throwing balls for the pups, climbing up and down the stairs, blowing kisses and TALKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, you’re starting to talk. Most people are not going to believe this but your first word was…GOLF! Sure you’ve said DA DA DA and a couple of months ago we were sure your 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; word was going to me dog but no…it was golf. Daddy is so proud! Since saying golf you’ve started to say fish (there are fish at your daycare), DADA (you’re actually looking at him while saying it), and uh-oh. Okay, so I don't know if uh-oh counts as a word but you say it every time you drop something and it’s adorable so I’m counting it. I think you say "that” and “yes” too but they’re not clear. Still no MAMA or &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Mom&lt;/st1:personname&gt; or &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Mom&lt;/st1:personname&gt;my….Come on already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re starting to wean you from the paci which means no paci during playtime. You love your paci and it breaks my heart when you walk over and point to the shelf we keep it on. I must say, you’re handling it better than I expected. I think the hardest part is going to be when we take it away at naptime and bedtime. Although you still have your tiger blankie, football blankie and George…Yes all three! The first thing you want to do when we get home each day is go up to your room and get them. You love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mealtime has become more difficult, not only because of your allergies but because you’ve become one of those picky toddlers I always read about. You refuse to eat veggies which used to be a favorite of yours. At times, I can get you to eat carrots if they’re dipped in ketchup. You love ketchup. You’d eat it as a side dish if we’d let you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s also difficult because you love to throw things – your food, your sippy, your spoon etc. Oh! And you want to feed yourself which is adorable. You dip your spoon into your food and bring it to your month. Problem – there’s no food on the actual spoon. It’s cute because you’re so proud of yourself. I’ve learned a trick - you have a spoon and I have a spoon…or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ve started brushing your teeth on your own (okay so we still help a little) but you sit on the bathroom floor with me and we brush our teeth together. You love it and I love that you love it. You have 12 teeth and I want to make sure they stay cavity free!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for toys, you love your golf clubs. Every ball is a golf ball. You even called the pumpkins at the pumpkin patch – golf. Another favorite of yours recently is your blocks. I love watching you try to stack them. And you love the laundry basket. You climb in and we use it as a race car. You scream with laughter as we race room to room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A favorite time of day for me is when I go to pick you up from daycare. I quietly open the door and just stand there until you notice me. I do this because I love to see you play with other children and to see your personality without me there. It only takes about 15 seconds for you to realize I’m there but it’s enough. It’s enough for me to take it all in and for me to see that you are truly your own little person. You, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Camden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, are an amazing little boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other things you love/Cute things you do:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Reading books. I find you in your room, flipping through books and making noises like you’re reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Going for walks. You’re starting to want to actually walk instead of riding in the stroller. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Playing with the pups.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Balloons&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Every time daddy starts the car – you wave bye-bye. Even if we’re just waiting for him to pull out of the garage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You walk to your chair when I ask if you want a snack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Dancing – we love to dance together. Sometimes when I’m driving I look in the mirror and see you moving to the music. You’re so cute!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1695313315205718855?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1695313315205718855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1695313315205718855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1695313315205718855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1695313315205718855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-months.html' title='14 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StUKTsibFuI/AAAAAAAAEaw/YsE96EVNSZc/s72-c/8716_315954635584_754080584_9348921_4905063_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7467149202015965896</id><published>2009-10-11T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:20:11.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Fun at the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>We headed to the pumpkin patch today with Hannah, Jason, Julie and Lou. The kids seemed to have a great time. I love this time of year. Here are some pictures from our day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1rKoBX0I/AAAAAAAAEW4/7PquCXU9aV4/s1600-h/DSC05447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1rKoBX0I/AAAAAAAAEW4/7PquCXU9aV4/s320/DSC05447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501088362946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1qsGVemI/AAAAAAAAEWw/nZwUuc4c2hE/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1qsGVemI/AAAAAAAAEWw/nZwUuc4c2hE/s320/DSC05413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501080168594018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1p5YxmCI/AAAAAAAAEWo/wMvEYBTKi9k/s1600-h/DSC05399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1p5YxmCI/AAAAAAAAEWo/wMvEYBTKi9k/s320/DSC05399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501066555725858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1pHAY8eI/AAAAAAAAEWg/IZSz2kQQMkE/s1600-h/DSC05398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1pHAY8eI/AAAAAAAAEWg/IZSz2kQQMkE/s320/DSC05398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501053031674338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1ou5CeRI/AAAAAAAAEWY/g--zrYwDDvs/s1600-h/DSC05391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1ou5CeRI/AAAAAAAAEWY/g--zrYwDDvs/s320/DSC05391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501046558390546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7467149202015965896?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7467149202015965896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7467149202015965896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7467149202015965896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7467149202015965896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-at-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Fun at the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/StJ1rKoBX0I/AAAAAAAAEW4/7PquCXU9aV4/s72-c/DSC05447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6122249303190931501</id><published>2009-09-14T19:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:38:47.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend...</title><content type='html'>It was a wonderful weekend full of fun times with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, I left work early, picked my little guy up from daycare and joined some friends for lunch. We had a great time. It was so nice to see Cheryl and I was excited that she finally got to meet Camden, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Colin. Okay so Camden was a little cranky because he was hungry and it was nap time but besides that...it was a great lunch! Later in the evening, I headed out with the girls (and Ben) to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; celebrate her 33rd birthday. Except for the part where a guy called me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; and Kristi G. old in a round about way, the night was super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480455388505186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7b9j0jpGI/AAAAAAAAEUU/jEc35AE1PwE/s320/Camden+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482046003871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7daJU0AGI/AAAAAAAAEUk/aBtAmT5pHIU/s320/Camden+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482027889774722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7dZF2E0II/AAAAAAAAEUc/WsvXRGQAYkE/s320/Camden+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was family day. I tried to make Brian toast with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heart shaped&lt;/span&gt; egg in the middle but it didn't exactly turn out. It's the thought that counts...right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480409523684578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7b649iBOI/AAAAAAAAET0/reaZiJHiogQ/s320/Camden+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480420110018882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7b7gZgqUI/AAAAAAAAET8/PeiWA_IegSs/s320/Camden+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast we headed out to Touch-a-Truck. Camden had a blast. We're definitely going again. At lunch, Camden had a great time flirting with the waitresses and was super excited when they brought him a balloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381480435966242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7b8bd7biI/AAAAAAAAEUE/XDOb-SE4ISs/s320/Camden+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482055149421794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7darZSBOI/AAAAAAAAEUs/jQX3w2D2r0Y/s320/Camden+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a short nap, Camden painted some pictures to give to his grandparents for Grandparents Day. He seemed to enjoy painting. He was focused and trying to figure out what was going on but by the end he seemed to get the hang of it. Thanks Pat, Maya and Zane for the art supplies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483217699807378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7eeWO5IJI/AAAAAAAAEVM/dbJWRZcFV-E/s320/Camden+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483204203963138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7edj9O4wI/AAAAAAAAEVE/A5SMG8Trhd8/s320/Camden+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483226508733826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7ee3DGrYI/AAAAAAAAEVU/hazA-7a-waY/s320/Camden+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the evening we headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; and Brandon's for the game and had a great time hanging out with everyone. We all know how the game ended so there's no reason to mention it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was another full day. My dad and Grandma came to town for a quick visit. The five of us along with Hannah headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gahanna&lt;/span&gt; for Family Fun Day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Creekside&lt;/span&gt; Park. We had a picnic, took our shoes off and played in the creek, Hannah played on the inflatables and Camden got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; and a balloon. The day ended with a quick trip to a park near our house with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, Jenny and Emma. Hope your weekend was just as fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381485047177148818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7gI1kR-ZI/AAAAAAAAEVs/aqV11mrMZdY/s320/Camden+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381485039803745938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7gIaGUxpI/AAAAAAAAEVk/pPITGK2Rj6g/s320/Camden+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381486131936588578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7hH-nFcyI/AAAAAAAAEV0/o7NF9u6sKNw/s320/Camden+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6122249303190931501?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6122249303190931501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6122249303190931501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6122249303190931501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6122249303190931501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sq7b9j0jpGI/AAAAAAAAEUU/jEc35AE1PwE/s72-c/Camden+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4104542453836893799</id><published>2009-09-09T20:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:20:45.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>Camden's 1st Haircut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Camden for his 1st haircut today. I wasn't sure how he would handle it so I was a little nervous but he did a great job and seemed to enjoy himself. I think his favorite part was getting the balloon after he was done. He's still carrying it around the house! Here's some pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379625140416880834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhEkA9PIMI/AAAAAAAAEBg/ShLkLWSPsEY/s320/DSC05100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379625153699418066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhEkycCj9I/AAAAAAAAEBo/cyrpEO3O7wg/s320/DSC05099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhElqIvttI/AAAAAAAAEBw/NcBkAUIQces/s1600-h/DSC05102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379625168650876626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhElqIvttI/AAAAAAAAEBw/NcBkAUIQces/s320/DSC05102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD8VE_9_I/AAAAAAAAEBY/V8ctuS8zpUA/s1600-h/DSC05104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624458623383538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD8VE_9_I/AAAAAAAAEBY/V8ctuS8zpUA/s320/DSC05104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD7h6PUxI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Wpdmyu3_VwM/s1600-h/DSC05120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624444888044306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD7h6PUxI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Wpdmyu3_VwM/s320/DSC05120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD6YgSoyI/AAAAAAAAEBA/0daVIs0-Ucg/s1600-h/DSC05114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624425183421218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD6YgSoyI/AAAAAAAAEBA/0daVIs0-Ucg/s320/DSC05114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD5oRBUXI/AAAAAAAAEA4/bNFL5efvZH0/s1600-h/DSC05122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379624412234469746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhD5oRBUXI/AAAAAAAAEA4/bNFL5efvZH0/s320/DSC05122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379626328788630114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhFpL_I-mI/AAAAAAAAEB4/OAUiA22DNac/s320/DSC05123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4104542453836893799?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4104542453836893799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4104542453836893799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4104542453836893799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4104542453836893799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/09/camdens-1st-haircut.html' title='Camden&apos;s 1st Haircut...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SqhEkA9PIMI/AAAAAAAAEBg/ShLkLWSPsEY/s72-c/DSC05100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2933845925608385833</id><published>2009-08-12T20:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:39:23.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>Camden - One Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So35uC_37_I/AAAAAAAAEAw/o4_uvmWt8Fs/s1600-h/DSC04564.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better late than never -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one year since I saw your adorable little face for the first time. It's so hard to believe that you've gone from this precious little newborn that was so helpless and so dependent on me, to this wonderful little boy who is growing increasingly more independent every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372224492508346738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So35tnGc-XI/AAAAAAAAEAo/eK9f4_LExzw/s320/hospital+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You step right into your 1st year…literally. You took your first steps on your birthday and what’s even better is they were right to me. Thank you, Camden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been walking around furniture for a while now but this month you've also started pushing your toys around and even started standing on your own. The stairs are no match for you…well going up anyway. We still need to work on climbing back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big change occurred this month – You are officially off the bottle…Sort of. We replaced the nipple on your bottle with a sippy converter. You’ll drink water out of other sippy cups but you want your formula out of the bottle. I hope this changes once we completely phase out formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your ears, you had tubes put in this month (July 15th) and you handled it a lot better than I did. Although you currently have an ear infection, you seem to be doing a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368513996130629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SoDLCS8UOUI/AAAAAAAAD-c/gLXloVxwCO0/s400/pics+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, you started interacting with the pups more. You try to wrestle with them when there playing and I’ve caught you feeding them several times. Before you would throw them food, now you let them eat right out of your hand. You also have a new friend you can't sleep without, George... as in Curious George. You love him! You carry him around and we've even had to take him to daycare a few time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372210986016662274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So3tbbf5YwI/AAAAAAAAD_w/hiAlIxXH-H4/s400/pics+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love going outside and swinging on your swing. Every time we open the backdoor to let the pups out you get all excited. When we close the door and you realize we're not going outside you start crying. It's actually pretty adorable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368513953182776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SoDK_y8v_CI/AAAAAAAAD98/4UHM1apXDf4/s400/July+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime as been moved back a half hour. This doesn’t seem like much but this gives us extra time to play after dinner and has allowed us to started taking our family walks again. I swear you’re trying to say dog. Every time we see a dog you point to it and say “du”. I wonder if this will be your official 1st word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Ziegman flew in from Arizona this past month and stayed with us. Instead of going to daycare, you spent quality time with your Grandma. She took you to the park and spoiled you the entire time. While she was here, we headed up to Cleveland for our family reunion where you met some of your family for the first time. Everyone just adored you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372210973434521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So3tasoFJoI/AAAAAAAAD_o/kwQoV-whpMY/s400/July+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368513977360068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SoDLBNBEL3I/AAAAAAAAD-M/ep9GQIbknPg/s400/July+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368513967316750514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SoDLAnmjULI/AAAAAAAAD-E/aa66E7NG_tU/s400/July+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camden - Mommy and Daddy love you more than words can say. You are the greatest gift and we are so blessed to have such an amazing little boy. We've enjoyed watching you grow and change over this past year and are eagerly looking forward to what this next year will bring. I just ask that you take it easy on us. We're still trying to figure out this whole parenting thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month: 1. Your friend Colin Matthew Stefango was born. 2. Grandpa showed you how to put breaks on a car.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 1st trip to the Columbus Art Museum. 4. You earned a degree from OSU! "Bachelors of Infancy" Mommy and Daddy are so proud! 5. Your 1st Birthday Party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372210957454979602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So3tZxGQshI/AAAAAAAAD_g/KkbbkS68Caw/s400/pics+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372212233814842418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So3ukD6KnDI/AAAAAAAAEAA/Ie6hAJoFzH4/s400/pics+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372210991640203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So3tbwcp0cI/AAAAAAAAD_4/GlaYFbFiAuI/s400/July+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5390883246844072301-2933845925608385833?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2933845925608385833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2933845925608385833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2933845925608385833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2933845925608385833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/camden-one-year.html' title='Camden - One Year...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/So35tnGc-XI/AAAAAAAAEAo/eK9f4_LExzw/s72-c/hospital+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2219481697002292470</id><published>2009-08-03T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:03:17.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Boy's Turning One...</title><content type='html'>The idea of my little guy turning one this Saturday has me filled with so many emotions. I’m so excited for him and have been anxiously awaiting this day but at the same time, I find myself getting teary-eyed just at the thought of it. So far I’ve cried in the car, in the shower, outside while watching him play… This is good right? I’ll just get it all out now, so when Saturday comes, I’ll be okay. I was happy when a friend of mine told me she cried the morning of her son’s birthday and not at the party. I just have this picture of me crying when we sing “Happy Birthday” to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling him that just because he will officially be labeled a toddler doesn’t mean that I can’t call him my baby boy…forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2219481697002292470?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2219481697002292470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2219481697002292470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2219481697002292470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2219481697002292470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-boys-turning-one.html' title='My Baby Boy&apos;s Turning One...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3902815046098841559</id><published>2009-07-20T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:10:13.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Surfboards...</title><content type='html'>The surfboards for the cupcakes have arrived. I'm having such a great time planning Camden's birthday. I forgot how much I enjoy planning!!! Here's a picture of the surfboards that will top Camden's birthday cupcakes. Poor Camden will not be able to enjoy one though...They contain egg whites. These were ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.bakersnook.com/"&gt;http://www.bakersnook.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360713476357644210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SmUUgSTyX7I/AAAAAAAADr4/YWdaUsICL2g/s400/yhst-42105617604172_2060_13713142.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3902815046098841559?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3902815046098841559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3902815046098841559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3902815046098841559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3902815046098841559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/07/surfboards.html' title='Surfboards...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SmUUgSTyX7I/AAAAAAAADr4/YWdaUsICL2g/s72-c/yhst-42105617604172_2060_13713142.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3979615061246938837</id><published>2009-07-19T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:59:57.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Good Day...</title><content type='html'>Today was a great mommy and son bonding day. The two of us went to church this morning, the zoo this afternoon and then hung out in the backyard this evening. My little guy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; amazing and my sweet little miracle. Sometimes I just have to stop what I'm doing and try to take it all in. I can't believe I've been blessed with such a remarkable gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the day...Besides all the laughs while watching the monkeys had to be when my little guy gave me a kiss. He finally knows how to give kisses! They're big slobbery open month baby kisses and they are wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3979615061246938837?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3979615061246938837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3979615061246938837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3979615061246938837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3979615061246938837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-day.html' title='Good Day...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8015397747916673725</id><published>2009-07-12T20:24:00.037-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:48:56.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>11 Months...</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy month. I've tried so hard to post your monthly letters as close to the 8th as possible because you change so much day to day but this month just got away from me. Why this you ask...? Well, you're keeping me busy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're now 11 months old. You're 21 pounds 8 ounces and approximately 32 inches long. The big news this month...You have to get tubes and your allergic to milk and eggs. Everyone says you're just like your daddy and you're proving them right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358109371000617026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvUFZ4u-EI/AAAAAAAADqs/RvUCDrFHGpI/s400/June+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mobility Status - Not only have you started crawling, (Yes, an actually hands and knees crawl) you're also pulling up on furniture and even trying to walk while holding on to it. Because of this we finally installed gates around the house and finished putting locks on the cabinet doors... All except for one that is. I reorganized the kitchen and made a cabinet specifically for you. It's full tupperware for you to take out and play with while your daddy and I cook. You seem to like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358095398975806370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvHYICbm6I/AAAAAAAADnk/E-AVhRQngzg/s400/June+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358105019165769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvQIGCc_3I/AAAAAAAADp8/Cgu25zD0cVw/s320/June+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358096383672225698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvIRcUWj6I/AAAAAAAADn0/rAFXExEsbWs/s400/July+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358096373795750754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvIQ3hng2I/AAAAAAAADns/pjLJkQQkFhk/s400/July+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've also started helping me "clean" your room. I put the books on the shelf and you reorganize them. You helped so much the one day that I eventually had to put you in your crib so I could organize them the way I wanted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098399984520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvKGzqqi8I/AAAAAAAADoM/x_FdBOESOG4/s400/June+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098396233679970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvKGlsZRGI/AAAAAAAADoE/uaykUKomKbs/s400/June+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098386667640994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvKGCDrGKI/AAAAAAAADn8/UTmhhYCt91g/s400/June+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the cutest things about your new skills is that although you can pull yourself up you haven't yet figured out how to sit back down. Sure you sometimes just fall over on accident but if you don't, you stand there and cry until we help you down. For instance, earlier in the month when you first started standing, we put you to bed for the night and a few minutes later we heard you crying. After a few more minutes your cry started getting louder so I peaked in to find you standing in your crib looking down trying to figure out how to lay back down. It was hilarious. Here's a picture of you from the first morning daddy and I walked in your room to find you standing there waiting for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358099367654153554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvK_IhFXVI/AAAAAAAADoU/ETvIz-K6oss/s400/June+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd have to say your two favorite activities this month are opening and closing doors and golfing. Yes, you've made your daddy one proud papa. Daddy asks you to find your golf club and after you do, you hit the golfball, then crawl over to it and hit it again. I love seeing your daddy's face when the two of you are playing. He's so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358100002690693186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvLkGNl-EI/AAAAAAAADoc/QSRyZN9jn0g/s400/June+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358100013677990290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvLkvJK0ZI/AAAAAAAADok/in3FlSE6TdQ/s400/June+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358100546750990338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvMDw_rSAI/AAAAAAAADos/P1lGZTDQxd0/s400/June+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358100559285073570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvMEfsCNqI/AAAAAAAADo0/h3ZPVhhbKfw/s400/June+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to the lake this past month for a long relaxing weekend with Will and Mandy. Your daddy and I have been looking forward to taking you on your first boat ride and for your first swim. Although you love taking a bath and swimming in your pool, we were a little worried that you wouldn't like the lake. I was afraid it was going to be too cold for you but you seemed to love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358104776740113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvP5-7rDiI/AAAAAAAADpU/Iwpe6vusH3o/s320/June+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358104799467055986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvP7TmMq3I/AAAAAAAADp0/ntVLdah3le8/s320/June+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358106252218671490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvRP3hLIYI/AAAAAAAADqM/EFGnfmrRFfU/s320/June+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358106248725773186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvRPqgZu4I/AAAAAAAADqE/VeZ0aVXJcnE/s320/June+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed up north for Father's Day weekend. Your Grandpa and Great Grandma Adams watched you while I went to a reception. Your grandpa loves you so much. The two of you played for hours and he layed on the bed next to your pack-n-play until you fell asleep for the night. Father's Day morning, we woke up and took Grandpa Adams out to breakfast then headed back home so you could spend the rest of the day with your daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358101771909176610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvNLFEJnSI/AAAAAAAADo8/IjQYwT5Ie5g/s400/June+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358101782736957826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvNLtZscYI/AAAAAAAADpM/s9UCi8dyPPY/s400/June+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358101775589219586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvNLSxinQI/AAAAAAAADpE/RbGFCz-l6nI/s400/June+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're trying to explore the parks around Columbus. Our favorite so far is Liberty Park in Powell. Although it doesn't have baby swings (your favorite) it does have something most parks don't... a Splash Park!!! Your daddy and I took you there Sunday afternoon then headed over to Rita's for some italian ice (sorry, no ice cream for you). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111041103402418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvVmngRFbI/AAAAAAAADq0/8Tno-c6hNx8/s320/July+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111048726847186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvVnD51ntI/AAAAAAAADq8/5tL31Lp4Al8/s320/July+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111288136885074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvV0_xo41I/AAAAAAAADrU/5JVMdkl823o/s320/July+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111062612320018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvVn3oZHxI/AAAAAAAADrM/QMuK40WwdV8/s320/July+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Camden...The invitations have been sent and the planning is done. The next letter I write will be for your one year birthday. Although I'm looking forward to this milestone, when I think about the actual day, my eyes fill with tears. I can't belive that in just a few short weeks my little guy will technically be considered a toddler! I hope you know that no matter how old you get, you will always be my precious baby boy. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You had your 1st pool party - You and Cole....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107748573794306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvSm94CUAI/AAAAAAAADqk/8LDJiJ2cWQM/s320/June+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. 1st time at Chuck-E-Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 1st train ride at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358107370243054018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvSQ8e9WcI/AAAAAAAADqc/oWs7UI-_R2w/s320/June+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8015397747916673725?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8015397747916673725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8015397747916673725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8015397747916673725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8015397747916673725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/07/11-months.html' title='11 Months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SlvUFZ4u-EI/AAAAAAAADqs/RvUCDrFHGpI/s72-c/June+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7793324629154776109</id><published>2009-07-05T17:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:55:54.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies...</title><content type='html'>A few weeks back, Camden had an allergic reaction to a dairy free cupcake while at daycare. After reviewing the ingredients of the cupcake we were pretty convinced that he had a peanut allergy. However, the results of the allergy test came back and it turns out that Camden is allergic to milk and eggs. The first thing I said to the doctor was, "Milk and Eggs...I can handle that. I'm so glad it's not peanuts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still rather it be these two things over peanuts but at the time I was thinking milk and eggs... Not milk and eggs and everything that goes along with it. Do you know how many foods have milk and/or eggs in them? Do you know how many foods are processed in a plant with eggs and milk? I took me three stores to find spaghetti noodles that didn't have the words "Processed in a plant with eggs" printed on the box. And the price off these foods...We just paid $4 for eight slices of soy cheese and $1.50 for one little cup of milk free/egg free yogurt. I was looking forward to Camden transitioning from formula to milk but after seeing the price of soy milk... I just had to laugh. Regular whole milk is around $1.98 a gallon. Soy milk- it’s a little less than $4.00 for a ½ gallon. Now the good news is Camden has had foods that list milk as an ingredient (Goldfish, puffs, etc) and hasn’t had a reaction so for now we plan to cut out all foods containing milk and slowing incorporate certain those foods back into his diet after further discussion with his pediatrician. As for the egg allergy, we’re cutting that out completely. He’s only had one item containing egg and it made him break out into hives....enough said.  Hey – at least he can have peanut butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on milk free/egg free snacks (besides veggies/fruit) would be greatly appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7793324629154776109?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7793324629154776109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7793324629154776109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7793324629154776109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7793324629154776109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/07/allergies.html' title='Allergies...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4424210559963241776</id><published>2009-06-22T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:31:26.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Diaper Changing...</title><content type='html'>How many people does it take to change a 10 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; diaper?  In our house....TWO.  It's been absolutely impossible to change Camden's diaper lately. He's kicking and rolling and his hands are going places they really don't need to go. I think we've ended up with half a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diaper rash&lt;/span&gt; cream on us instead of Camden the past couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our poor son just can't win these days - A few weeks ago it was an ear infection, two weeks ago it was pinkeye, last week it was an allergic reaction to something he ate and this week...croup! I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to think we should just make a standing appointment with his pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really looking forward to this weekend though! We're finally going to the lake! It's one of the few weekends we'll be able to head over this summer. I don't think I'll be going again until Camden's birthday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4424210559963241776?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4424210559963241776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4424210559963241776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4424210559963241776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4424210559963241776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/06/diaper-changing.html' title='Diaper Changing...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-9217547676041615901</id><published>2009-06-17T19:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:09:22.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Picture...</title><content type='html'>A couple months ago a person very dear to me passed away. A woman who I wish would have had the opportunity to really get to know Camden. All this time, I've been so upset with myself because although we did take him to meet her a couple of times, I didn't remember taking a picture of the two of them together. Well tonight while scrolling through the pictures on my computer I came across this photo. Some may think it's not a great picture (she would probably yell at me for posting it) but I think it's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camden with his Daddy and Great-Grandma Borne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348452290631529298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SjmFBWE3c1I/AAAAAAAADYY/bP0JwNdM3Rc/s400/Camden+-+November+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-9217547676041615901?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/9217547676041615901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=9217547676041615901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/9217547676041615901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/9217547676041615901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-picture.html' title='A Perfect Picture...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SjmFBWE3c1I/AAAAAAAADYY/bP0JwNdM3Rc/s72-c/Camden+-+November+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4344814198204251144</id><published>2009-06-08T22:11:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:47:51.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>10 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3IIqs_GzI/AAAAAAAADLE/wunXTbzixx0/s1600-h/00-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345148383986129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3IIqs_GzI/AAAAAAAADLE/wunXTbzixx0/s400/00-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Maya Laurent Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Camden J – It’s hard to believe that in just two short months you’re going to be a year old. I look at your new friend Aiden and I can’t believe the difference ten months makes. You’ve grown and changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have a total of eight teeth: four top teeth and four bottom teeth! Two more popped through this month. And with teeth comes biting. You actually left a mark on my arm today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345148389664176850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3II_2vOtI/AAAAAAAADLM/EH5eU9y_UhI/s400/00-32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Maya Laurent Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During your 9 month checkup, your pediatrician said that he didn’t think you were going to crawl. Well he was wrong…sort of. You don’t actually lift your belly off the ground and crawl. Instead, you’ve invented your very own style of crawling. It started off as a typical arm crawl, now it’s more of an army crawl with knees. Whatever it is, it gets you where you want to go. There’s no stopping you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for sitting up on your own…you can do that too. I actually saw you do this for the 1st time about a week ago. I peeked into your room to see if you were awake. You were playing with Monkey while waiting patiently for me to come in and get you. I was about to walk in when all of a sudden I saw you trying to sit up. I stood there for a few more seconds and all of a sudden you did it. You sat up all on your own! I walked in clapping; you looked at me and let out a little giggle. Later that afternoon daddy and I finally lowered your crib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345146652849427234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3Gj5t1UyI/AAAAAAAADK0/HpU3h-w3GUM/s400/May+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few new favorite activities. You like playing “drop the ball”. Yep, all I have to do is drop a ball and you laugh. It’s great. After I drop the ball, you hold it up and drop it. It’s actually quite fun. You also have a new love of mirrors. You take the mirror and bring it right up to your face. It’s like you finally realize that it’s you in the mirror. Very cute! I pulled your activities tables out this month and you love them. Daddy and I’ve holding you up so you can play with them but over the past couple of days you’ve started to try to pull yourself up. Another milestone about to happen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting toys away is another favorite. Well, you like to put them in things and then take them back out. For example, you love to put toys on the bottom of the exersaucer and then take them out. Or put them in the toy bin and take them back out. Daddy says that you and Griswald had fun playing this game yesterday. You kept putting one of Griwald's toys on the bottom of the exersaucer and Griswald kept taking it back out. I’m glad you two are bonding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of bonding - Griswald and Winston love you, especially now that you feed them. Over the past month your meals went from being about 80% pureed foods to about 90% table/finger foods. This was going great until this past week when you decided that after just a few short weeks of eating meat you’d rather be a vegetarian. Now every time we put a piece of meat on your tray, you drop it on the floor for the pups. You’ve also started moving your hand across your tray and shoving everything onto the floor and throwing your bottle/sippy cup when you’re done. OH – you’re also not a big fan of macaroni &amp;amp; cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month something big happened. I spent my first night away from you. Your daddy and I took a trip to Atlanta for a friends’ wedding and you stayed with your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent. I have to admit, I handled it better than I expected. I missed you of course but it was nice to get away, to spend some time with your daddy and to see some old friends. Plus, it was easy since I knew you were being spoiled during your vacation away from me and Daddy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345149285933464450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3I9Kt_O4I/AAAAAAAADLc/OWmaWVsdowY/s400/May+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your ears, they’re not getting any better. In fact, you had to have a total of four shots this month. They seem to be the only thing that helps.  It looks like you’re going to have to get tubes. Your doctor referred us to an ENT so we’ll know more towards then end of this month. I just hope you don’t get another ear infection before your appointment. By the way, your daddy says he’s sorry. You evidently inherited his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345146274305909954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3GN3iBpMI/AAAAAAAADKs/IgkSgd7WYpw/s400/May+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy wanted me to add that your favorite thing to say is da da da da (although I say you have no idea what it means and the pediatrician agrees with me). It’s something that we hear on a regular basis. Camden, I love hearing you talk no matter what you say but come on already – MA MA MA MA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345146878331298402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3GxBs5omI/AAAAAAAADK8/LkZCS67f30c/s400/May+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;1. Took a trip to Indy to visit Zane, Aunt Maya and Uncle Pat.&lt;br /&gt;2.Went to the zoo with Laurel, Jason and Cole. You love the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the zoo with Hannah and took your 1st train ride&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a picnic with Keira, Brandon and Aiden&lt;br /&gt;5. Played in your pool for the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345150331009451202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3J5_7hRMI/AAAAAAAADLk/b4_lFSvoK4c/s400/June+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345150912552010866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3Kb2WEhHI/AAAAAAAADL8/D0jRLzAd2ac/s400/May+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4344814198204251144?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4344814198204251144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4344814198204251144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4344814198204251144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4344814198204251144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-months.html' title='10 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Si3IIqs_GzI/AAAAAAAADLE/wunXTbzixx0/s72-c/00-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8068391667149331458</id><published>2009-05-31T21:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:47:26.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Picnic at the park...</title><content type='html'>Keira and Brandon had a great idea for dinner this evening. We loaded up the cars and had a picnic at a park by their house. We had such a great time but I have to admit the new parents were more prepared that we were! We forgot our stroller and I forgot to restock the diaper bag with wipes! Brandon and Keira had it all including a blanket for us to sit on, a radio and a football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden and Camden kept us entertained and busy. I can't wait to them running around the park playing together one day soon. Here are some pics from our evening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMxOsDb42I/AAAAAAAADJ8/uxauMQV7PwA/s1600-h/May+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMxOsDb42I/AAAAAAAADJ8/uxauMQV7PwA/s400/May+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342167711405040482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMypv59tTI/AAAAAAAADKM/7a3gZyQQEjM/s1600-h/May+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMypv59tTI/AAAAAAAADKM/7a3gZyQQEjM/s400/May+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342169275807151410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMyqIAS2FI/AAAAAAAADKU/qa_GjeEFdEs/s1600-h/May+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMyqIAS2FI/AAAAAAAADKU/qa_GjeEFdEs/s400/May+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342169282276153426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMyqVp2gJI/AAAAAAAADKc/UeU7wp_5QU4/s1600-h/May+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMyqVp2gJI/AAAAAAAADKc/UeU7wp_5QU4/s400/May+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342169285940117650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMxPOAxxjI/AAAAAAAADKE/0yF_RMtRR7U/s1600-h/May+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMxPOAxxjI/AAAAAAAADKE/0yF_RMtRR7U/s400/May+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342167720520697394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8068391667149331458?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8068391667149331458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8068391667149331458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8068391667149331458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8068391667149331458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/picnic-at-park.html' title='Picnic at the park...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SiMxOsDb42I/AAAAAAAADJ8/uxauMQV7PwA/s72-c/May+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8363759728427945954</id><published>2009-05-31T20:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:16:43.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Lost then found...</title><content type='html'>Brian found the pictures!! They were somehow saved to the Recycle Bin...? 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Well, most of it.....</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready to write about how perfect today was and then it happened.... I loaded the pictures from today onto the computer and well, they're gone! I have no idea what happened but they didn't save and I checked the stupid "delete after copying" box so they're not on the camera either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for this one "minor" incident, today was such a great day. It started off with me walking into Camden's room to find him looking up at me smiling. Brian then woke up and made us pancakes for breakfast. After Cam's morning nap we heading to the zoo and met up with Laurel, Jason and Cole. We've been taking Camden to the zoo since he was two months and today's the day we've been waiting for....we finally got a reaction. He loves the monkeys! He was laughing and smiling and watching them play. It was perfect. We also learned that Camden loves sitting up on is daddy's shoulders. I had a great picture of Camden on Brian's shoulders and cole on Jason's. Hopefully Laurel took one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, I did some yard work while Camden played in his pack-n-play, then we headed over to visit Keira and Aiden. I can't wait to see these two boys playing together soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wish I had pictures to share. I feel they would do a better job explaining how perfect our day was. Next time I not selecting "delete after copying"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Brian and I are going to watch some of the Cavs game and then sit outside on the patio and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Cavs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-5885565106219357496?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/5885565106219357496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=5885565106219357496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5885565106219357496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5885565106219357496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-good-day-well-most-of-it.html' title='It was a good day. Well, most of it.....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6866307890402390791</id><published>2009-05-25T20:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:34:33.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Congratulations Jason and Katie...</title><content type='html'>My friend, Jason, married the love of his life this past weekend and Brian and I made the the drive down down to Cumming, GA to attend. Yes, just Brian and I...no Camden. Camden spent the weekend being spoiled by his Grandma and Grandpa Laurent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding and reception took place at The Reid Barn. The pictures below don't do justice to how unique and perfect this spot was. I can't wait to see the pictures the were taken by the photographer. Brian and I are so happy we were able to be there to help Jason and Katie celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I love living in Columbus, I miss my Indy friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931257037736226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs_L6S9SSI/AAAAAAAADIY/fE88I1uMGmA/s400/May+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931262105907906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs_MNLTcsI/AAAAAAAADIg/DN8znpua-6Q/s400/May+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931250741863682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs9R1X-d-I/AAAAAAAADHg/WKiGxpH8Qsw/s400/May+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929163038630642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs9SBiqovI/AAAAAAAADHo/yaSxnfxJd94/s400/May+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929169260422130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs9SYuDo_I/AAAAAAAADHw/nxeTKHzjd44/s400/May+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929171547626818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs9ShPXnUI/AAAAAAAADH4/CpV6FNee2Q4/s400/May+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929182795044962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs9TLI9mGI/AAAAAAAADIA/E7N2u53-Xjk/s400/May+029.jpg" border="0" /&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/5390883246844072301-6866307890402390791?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6866307890402390791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6866307890402390791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6866307890402390791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6866307890402390791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations-jason-and-katie.html' title='Congratulations Jason and Katie...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Shs_L6S9SSI/AAAAAAAADIY/fE88I1uMGmA/s72-c/May+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8633820139887059369</id><published>2009-05-16T15:34:00.035-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:48:26.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>9 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH5Ye6k7II/AAAAAAAADHI/468DCe1ck0k/s1600-h/Cam+5.10.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337321232421678210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH5Ye6k7II/AAAAAAAADHI/468DCe1ck0k/s320/Cam+5.10.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you're nine months now! You weigh 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pds&lt;/span&gt; 8oz and you're 30.5 inches long. Your funny and happy and absolutely adorable. I truly can't imagine my life without you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month started off with us celebrating your first Easter. Grandma and Grandpa Laurent even came over to help us celebrate. Sunday morning we woke up and after about an hour, I realized I had forgotten to give you your Easter basket. I promise to do better next year! Oh...And I'm sorry about the bunny ears. I couldn't resist. At least they're blue! So cute!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337103634764647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShEzeoeXzKI/AAAAAAAADDU/WdQWt5H0wWM/s320/April+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHuo1DS_mI/AAAAAAAADEg/p5vtMSxsn2w/s1600-h/April+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337309418613833314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHuo1DS_mI/AAAAAAAADEg/p5vtMSxsn2w/s320/April+2009+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You spent most of this month teething and fighting ear infections. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; you cut teeth you seem to get an ear infection. Your doctor says they're not related but I'm not so sure. The good news is you now have four top teeth which are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adorable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337104654543329650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShE0Z_cjmXI/AAAAAAAADDs/SFRuRulNNK4/s320/April+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work schedule changed this month so now I drop you off at daycare instead of daddy. I have to admit I cried the first time I had to drop you off this month. It's getting easier but I still hate leaving you! You had your 1st incident report a few weeks back. Your foot somehow got caught under the rocking chair when you were playing. Luckily you were okay. It didn't even leave a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still not crawling. In fact, you seem to have no interest in it. Your pediatrician seems to think you are going to skip this stage and go straight to walking. I say, take your time to do both. Right now, rolling seems to be getting you where you want to go! You wiggle and roll until you reach the toy you want. You're favorite toys this month are your basketball hoop and your drum sticks. You made your first basket this past month! Do we have a future NBA star on our hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337105209886571490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShE06UQs--I/AAAAAAAADD0/-7PeZEYK6es/s320/April+2009+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA DA DA DA seems to be your favorite thing to say and "No Camden" seems to be the funniest words I can say. I just keep picturing you at 16 laughing at me when I say no to you taking the car. Hopefully by that time I'm able to overlook your adorable smile and not laugh myself. OH... I don't mind you saying DA DA as long as you start saying MA MA soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've started helping me walk Winston this month. You reach your little arm out of your stroller, grab his leash and hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHwIGEIXeI/AAAAAAAADEo/FEoDUJUx7mg/s1600-h/IMG00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337311055268306402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHwIGEIXeI/AAAAAAAADEo/FEoDUJUx7mg/s320/IMG00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath time is still a favorite of both of ours. You're now able to sit in the "big boy" tub and you love to splash water all over the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHxTKYHA1I/AAAAAAAADEw/LXRXj1CXgHk/s1600-h/April+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337312344916034386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHxTKYHA1I/AAAAAAAADEw/LXRXj1CXgHk/s320/April+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Not only did you attend your first lacrosse game this month, you met Tim for the first time. He lives in Michigan so we don't get to see him very often. Don't worry, he lives in Michigan but he's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt; fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHy2oG3VLI/AAAAAAAADFI/rRPLDxbqe94/s1600-h/April+2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337314053703816370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHy2oG3VLI/AAAAAAAADFI/rRPLDxbqe94/s320/April+2009+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHy2_E6RoI/AAAAAAAADFQ/eJyPpkjMjwM/s1600-h/April+2009+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337314059869636226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShHy2_E6RoI/AAAAAAAADFQ/eJyPpkjMjwM/s320/April+2009+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grandpa Adams and Great Grandma Adams came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; Lynn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McGlone&lt;/span&gt; was born on May 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. A new friend for you to grow up with!&lt;br /&gt;3. We started Pancake Saturdays. You seem to love them!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH16_-N4KI/AAAAAAAADFo/gdSp6rAuo1U/s1600-h/April+2009+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337317427364356258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH16_-N4KI/AAAAAAAADFo/gdSp6rAuo1U/s320/April+2009+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Daddy started going to music class with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH17BaUmPI/AAAAAAAADFw/vYk9E-VBlMI/s1600-h/April+2009+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337317427750672626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH17BaUmPI/AAAAAAAADFw/vYk9E-VBlMI/s320/April+2009+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH17sW1E6I/AAAAAAAADF4/mUrkqYr0mmU/s1600-h/April+2009+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337317439278748578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH17sW1E6I/AAAAAAAADF4/mUrkqYr0mmU/s320/April+2009+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH5lrUjahI/AAAAAAAADHQ/0XnMHm272uI/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337321459090156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH5lrUjahI/AAAAAAAADHQ/0XnMHm272uI/s400/2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8633820139887059369?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8633820139887059369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8633820139887059369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8633820139887059369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8633820139887059369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-months.html' title='9 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ShH5Ye6k7II/AAAAAAAADHI/468DCe1ck0k/s72-c/Cam+5.10.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1081655529684010564</id><published>2009-05-06T08:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:38:02.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Simply Adorable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SgGEd_ZbGNI/AAAAAAAADBI/X_Uz7UfYYMU/s1600-h/Camden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332689084552517842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SgGEd_ZbGNI/AAAAAAAADBI/X_Uz7UfYYMU/s320/Camden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1081655529684010564?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1081655529684010564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1081655529684010564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1081655529684010564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1081655529684010564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/simply-adorable.html' title='Simply Adorable...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SgGEd_ZbGNI/AAAAAAAADBI/X_Uz7UfYYMU/s72-c/Camden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8896758776035359660</id><published>2009-05-06T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:04:22.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Aiden Lynn</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Keira and Brandon! Aiden Lynn was born yesterday morning at 10:27am. He's 7lbs 15oz and 20.5 inches long. He’s absolutely adorable! I think he looks like his mommy. What do you think? This picture was sent via cell phone. I'll post more pictures tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332679427075939442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SgF7r2flHHI/AAAAAAAADBA/TBLTXmZ00So/s320/aiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8896758776035359660?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8896758776035359660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8896758776035359660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8896758776035359660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8896758776035359660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/05/aiden-lynn.html' title='Aiden Lynn'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SgF7r2flHHI/AAAAAAAADBA/TBLTXmZ00So/s72-c/aiden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-729533194214361082</id><published>2009-04-22T20:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:21:42.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>He Shoots, He Scores!!</title><content type='html'>I caught Camden's first basket on my cellphone while trying to get a cute video to send Brian. After reviewing my post I see that the video is very dark and you can't hear me screaming with excitment when he makes the basket. But if you watch the video you can at least get the idea. He was so proud of himself too. 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And to make it worse, my poor little guy is teething. We should see two top teeth popping though soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Cam to see his pediatrician earlier this week because his "teething" symptoms seemed to be getting worse. After explaining these symptoms our pediatrician he told me a story that ended with "teething causes nothing but teeth". He then went on to say, in a round about way, that all the parenting magazines and books that state otherwise are wrong. I just looked at him and kept my thoughts to myself. Who am I to argue? I didn't go to medical school. Then while he was looking at Camden's chart to find out when his last ear infection was, I reminded him that it was in January, the same week he got his bottom two teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe teething isn't causing Camden's ear infections but I can almost guarantee that the next time he's teething an ear infection isn't far behind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6081148448288231945?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6081148448288231945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6081148448288231945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6081148448288231945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6081148448288231945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/04/sickness-xs-2.html' title='Ear Infection/Teething...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6931780463626343621</id><published>2009-04-08T20:32:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:57:34.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>8 months...</title><content type='html'>You’re eight months old today. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown in just the past month, both physically and mentally. Your daddy keeps saying that you are no longer a baby, you’re a little boy. Well, you’re still my little baby but I can definitely see how in just a few short months we will be calling you a toddler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1Hw_nLU_I/AAAAAAAAC_4/ZSiamccugQo/s1600-h/April+2009+Lock+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1Hw_nLU_I/AAAAAAAAC_4/ZSiamccugQo/s320/April+2009+Lock+Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489241656841202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month you perfected sitting up and rolling around. There’s no more laying you on the floor while I run up to the kitchen or laying you on the bed while I get dressed. Nope, you are now mobile! You’re not crawling yet, instead you roll…everywhere. You’ve learned how to get where you want to go by rolling and when you run into an obstacle you wiggle and slightly turn your body just enough to where if you roll again you will finally get the item you’ve been wanting. You’re pretty easy going about me taking toys away but you’re starting to protest more and more. You know what you want when you want it. That’s especially the case when it comes to food. You’ve mastered holding your bottle on your own and if I take it away too soon, you grab it back from me. Finger foods are no match for you. We added a few new items to your menu: yogurt melts, lil’ crunchies, and teething biscuits. You’ve even tried yogurt, cottage cheese and toast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1E7f839LI/AAAAAAAAC_A/8Y7d1JPv1Gc/s1600-h/March+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1E7f839LI/AAAAAAAAC_A/8Y7d1JPv1Gc/s320/March+2009+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322486123601589426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1FOsHW37I/AAAAAAAAC_I/UCUNZUjcrYU/s1600-h/March+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1FOsHW37I/AAAAAAAAC_I/UCUNZUjcrYU/s320/March+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322486453284298674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your infant carrier…it’s out of here! You’ve now moved into what I like to call your “big boy” car seat! You love it and I’m learning to also. Errands seem to take a little longer because I have to take you in and out of the car seat and strap you in a cart but it’s worth it. You seem be enjoying yourself much more when I take you places. The first time you were in a cart…IKEA! You loved it and love the attention you received from other shoppers. You’re such a flirt! You’re daddy and I forgot to take a picture of this big milestone but we did get a picture of the first time you sat in a highchair at a restaurant. It was at BW3’s on your daddy’s birthday! Again, you loved being a part of the party! One thing we have to work on when taking you out is keeping drinks away from you. So far you’ve knocked over a margarita (sorry Steph), a glass of ice water (on me while out with my manager) and two glasses of wine (again, on me). Which brings me to the word NO. This word has become somewhat familiar in our home recently. You love to grab anything and everything that’s in front of you. For instance, you love my hair, my earrings, daddy’s nose and when we try to buckle you in to your booster seat you reach for the tray, the wipes, the fruit bowl and any thing else that may possibly be on the table. You have also started to reach for Griswald and Winston’s toys when they are still holding them in their mouth. This actually happens with Griswald more than Winston because Griswald actually bring toys to you with hopes that you will play with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sctx7Ay6OgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/7paTrUCJTlc/s1600-h/0325091508a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317469043680754178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sctx7Ay6OgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/7paTrUCJTlc/s400/0325091508a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1GFOr20zI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/RNKbD8k6qZc/s1600-h/March+2009+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1GFOr20zI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/RNKbD8k6qZc/s320/March+2009+147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487390277129010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing – Okay so you’ve been laughing and smiling for a while now but this month your laugh has become one of my favorite sounds. You have the most incredible laugh and you laugh all the time. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again...you are the best baby! You’re always so happy and so laid back. We can take you anywhere and we never have to worry about you acting up. You just kind of take it all in. Does a good baby mean a bad toddler and or teenager?  I hope not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re new favorite toy is the 3-in-1 sports center Santa gave you at Christmas. You love the sounds and lights that come from the scoreboard and even let you little scream while playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1HplVFerI/AAAAAAAAC_w/6Q98kgOnq4c/s1600-h/April+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1HplVFerI/AAAAAAAAC_w/6Q98kgOnq4c/s320/April+2009+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489114342554290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1GYl1Pb1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/jSI-0P6SpIc/s1600-h/April+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1GYl1Pb1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/jSI-0P6SpIc/s320/April+2009+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487722908020562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing your diaper has become somewhat of a challenge. You love your feet and seem to want to suck on them when we’re trying to change your diaper. If you’re not doing that, you’re wiggling… neither of which make the diaper changing process easy. I guess I shouldn’t complain, I’ve seen friends try to change their 2-3 year olds, now that’s a challenge. Which reminds me, you are now in size four diapers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1HEA-gu8I/AAAAAAAAC_o/inmUG8n7rm0/s1600-h/Feb+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1HEA-gu8I/AAAAAAAAC_o/inmUG8n7rm0/s320/Feb+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322488468929035202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, since you have perfected the art of rolling, you’ve decided that you are most comfortable sleeping on your belly. Two things about this – One, what happened to my little guy that hated being on his belly just a few short weeks ago? Two – this makes me nervous for obvious reasons. The first time I walked in and saw you sleeping on your belly I grabbed the camera to get a picture and then almost rolled you over to your back. Your daddy told me not to and I figured you’d probably just roll back anyway. I was so nervous until you woke up from your nap. Want to know a secret? Every night before I go to bed and every morning before I leave for work, I quietly open your door, walk over to your crib and place my hand on your belly to make sure you’re okay. I wonder how long I’ll keep checking on you like this. For at least the next 18 years I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1GrwOcwSI/AAAAAAAAC_g/BkRit15JCwg/s1600-h/March+2009+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1GrwOcwSI/AAAAAAAAC_g/BkRit15JCwg/s320/March+2009+174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322488052115620130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, your daddy and I have a long to-do list this coming month. With you becoming more mobile we need to Camden proof our house. First thing on our list– lower your crib mattress! You’re moving so much lately, I’m afraid I’m going to walk into your room and see you hanging over the side. I’m excited for these new and exciting changes we are about to share but Camden, I won’t be upset if you decided to slow down just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;1.Park and zoo with Laurel and Cole&lt;br /&gt;2.Easter Bunny&lt;br /&gt;3.Grandma Ziegman came to visit. She couldn’t believe how much you changed since her last visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6931780463626343621?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6931780463626343621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6931780463626343621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6931780463626343621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6931780463626343621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-months.html' title='8 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sd1Hw_nLU_I/AAAAAAAAC_4/ZSiamccugQo/s72-c/April+2009+Lock+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2414139026447582702</id><published>2009-04-06T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:35:08.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdqtzOqsY2I/AAAAAAAAC84/66R5bCXvxzY/s1600-h/April+2009+019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdqtzOqsY2I/AAAAAAAAC84/66R5bCXvxzY/s400/April+2009+019.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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He booted Camden out of his playroom! Mean daddy...just kidding. We still have a lot of work to do but it’s a start. Our wireless internet gets installed next week. After that we can hook up the fax machine, anchor the desk to the wall and put Brian to work! Notice the lucky bamboo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOzxRIKhjI/AAAAAAAAC8U/JGxUxluoiQE/s1600-h/January+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOzxRIKhjI/AAAAAAAAC8U/JGxUxluoiQE/s320/January+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319793243847296562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOxlqzOb2I/AAAAAAAAC78/A460i99_kX0/s1600-h/April+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOxlqzOb2I/AAAAAAAAC78/A460i99_kX0/s320/April+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319790845557108578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOxlj8lOmI/AAAAAAAAC8E/VD3m9q6MkgY/s1600-h/April+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOxlj8lOmI/AAAAAAAAC8E/VD3m9q6MkgY/s320/April+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319790843717302882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOxmCr6JNI/AAAAAAAAC8M/jiW2ADajhp8/s1600-h/April+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOxmCr6JNI/AAAAAAAAC8M/jiW2ADajhp8/s320/April+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319790851968869586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6106522490313294076?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6106522490313294076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6106522490313294076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6106522490313294076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6106522490313294076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-office.html' title='Home Office...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOzxRIKhjI/AAAAAAAAC8U/JGxUxluoiQE/s72-c/January+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7609632580949710321</id><published>2009-03-31T19:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:19:41.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Easter Eggs...</title><content type='html'>Hannah came over this weekend. We had planned to go to the zoo but since Mother Nature can't decided if it's winter or spring, our trip was delayed. Instead of going to the zoo we decided to color Easter eggs. Just thought I'd share a couple pictures. If you can't tell from the pictures...Hannah loves pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuY818GSI/AAAAAAAAC7k/nF1X3_uuUnU/s1600-h/March+2009+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuY818GSI/AAAAAAAAC7k/nF1X3_uuUnU/s320/March+2009+164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787328527145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuYQDDw4I/AAAAAAAAC7c/Z_kJZdsUtcA/s1600-h/March+2009+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuYQDDw4I/AAAAAAAAC7c/Z_kJZdsUtcA/s320/March+2009+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787316502578050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuYDsQFHI/AAAAAAAAC7U/0Ip--GsXo2E/s1600-h/March+2009+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuYDsQFHI/AAAAAAAAC7U/0Ip--GsXo2E/s320/March+2009+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787313185690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuXp4lzEI/AAAAAAAAC7E/sUXmW73QrPE/s1600-h/March+2009+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuXp4lzEI/AAAAAAAAC7E/sUXmW73QrPE/s320/March+2009+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787306258123842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuYCc9h9I/AAAAAAAAC7M/vuDZ5q2YFk4/s1600-h/March+2009+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuYCc9h9I/AAAAAAAAC7M/vuDZ5q2YFk4/s320/March+2009+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319787312853125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOvvANcCyI/AAAAAAAAC7s/_K4THypD3hM/s1600-h/March+2009+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOvvANcCyI/AAAAAAAAC7s/_K4THypD3hM/s320/March+2009+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319788806899764002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOvve8uHUI/AAAAAAAAC70/LNH2UPKI55M/s1600-h/March+2009+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOvve8uHUI/AAAAAAAAC70/LNH2UPKI55M/s320/March+2009+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319788815151144258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7609632580949710321?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7609632580949710321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7609632580949710321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7609632580949710321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7609632580949710321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-eggs.html' title='Easter Eggs...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdOuY818GSI/AAAAAAAAC7k/nF1X3_uuUnU/s72-c/March+2009+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1374982980216552766</id><published>2009-03-31T19:42:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:53:55.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Keira's Baby Shower...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Lauren, Michelle and I threw Keira a baby shower. We had some much fun and hope Keira did too. Here are some pictures from the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1ntOT_6I/AAAAAAAAC50/TjtQrG_G11A/s1600-h/March+2009+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1ntOT_6I/AAAAAAAAC50/TjtQrG_G11A/s320/March+2009+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513803637129122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1pCJayLI/AAAAAAAAC6U/QljoHDCPs-0/s1600-h/March+2009+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1pCJayLI/AAAAAAAAC6U/QljoHDCPs-0/s320/March+2009+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513826433616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK6gwKG4VI/AAAAAAAAC60/5BQfTpwdIas/s1600-h/March+2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK6gwKG4VI/AAAAAAAAC60/5BQfTpwdIas/s320/March+2009+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319519181723853138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK6hD8z9-I/AAAAAAAAC68/IXf2IvAcy20/s1600-h/March+2009+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK6hD8z9-I/AAAAAAAAC68/IXf2IvAcy20/s320/March+2009+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319519187036796898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1ow6G9NI/AAAAAAAAC6M/cgNwdXqs9CA/s1600-h/March+2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1ow6G9NI/AAAAAAAAC6M/cgNwdXqs9CA/s320/March+2009+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513821805999314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1o6OVWvI/AAAAAAAAC6E/vVY_0eNe6bc/s1600-h/March+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1o6OVWvI/AAAAAAAAC6E/vVY_0eNe6bc/s320/March+2009+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513824306748146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1oTisk9I/AAAAAAAAC58/7xhoxMI0Ql8/s1600-h/March+2009+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1oTisk9I/AAAAAAAAC58/7xhoxMI0Ql8/s320/March+2009+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319513813923173330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK4rLNWkHI/AAAAAAAAC6c/l-VN-c6-5pw/s1600-h/March+2009+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK4rLNWkHI/AAAAAAAAC6c/l-VN-c6-5pw/s320/March+2009+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319517161760657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK4rXhPW6I/AAAAAAAAC6k/aMUNCcOstPo/s1600-h/March+2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK4rXhPW6I/AAAAAAAAC6k/aMUNCcOstPo/s320/March+2009+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319517165065296802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1374982980216552766?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1374982980216552766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1374982980216552766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1374982980216552766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1374982980216552766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/keiras-baby-shower.html' title='Keira&apos;s Baby Shower...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdK1ntOT_6I/AAAAAAAAC50/TjtQrG_G11A/s72-c/March+2009+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8800479455959696210</id><published>2009-03-30T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:45:20.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken a couple weeks ago when Laurel and I took Cole and Camden to the park. I am so happy that Camden is going to be surrounded by such great friends. When I first told Laurel I was pregnant we talked about how we could plan play dates, take the boys to the park, etc. and here we are! I love it!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318973764723179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDKdTfyfnI/AAAAAAAAC4c/BtlVkaJhUl4/s400/camden+-park-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318975711149813826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDMOmgD8EI/AAAAAAAAC48/jpJUb5jCLLw/s400/camden+-park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDKeKDyWfI/AAAAAAAAC40/kuR1vxe2-Cw/s1600-h/camden+-park-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318973779369679346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDKeKDyWfI/AAAAAAAAC40/kuR1vxe2-Cw/s400/camden+-park-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318973776380657298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDKd-7JfpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/Hm6h5cFw8Y8/s400/camden+-park-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318973773075248530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDKdynE9ZI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Ii4imGqN5d4/s400/camden+-park-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318975714950773058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDMO0qR-UI/AAAAAAAAC5E/n3SxVq5qQRI/s400/camden+-park-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8800479455959696210?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8800479455959696210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8800479455959696210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8800479455959696210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8800479455959696210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SdDKdTfyfnI/AAAAAAAAC4c/BtlVkaJhUl4/s72-c/camden+-park-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1635838231514206696</id><published>2009-03-26T08:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:47:23.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>Big Boy Car Seat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sctx7Ay6OgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/7paTrUCJTlc/s1600-h/0325091508a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317469043680754178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sctx7Ay6OgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/7paTrUCJTlc/s400/0325091508a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Camden in his big boy car seat! His expression was priceless when I first placed him in it. He seemed pretty excited to be able to look out the back window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought an infant carrier with a weight limit of 30 pounds thinking it would last through the first year. And although Camden J only 19 pounds we decided to move him into a new one anyway. He was getting too long for the infant carrier and honestly it was just a pain to take in and out of the car. Yesterday was his first day in his new car seat and it was a learning process for me. The daycare requires you to remove your shoes before entering the infant room. Normally, I would collect Camden’s things, put him in his infant carrier, and set him down in the hallway while I put on my shoes. Yesterday, I collected Camden’s things, put his coat on (he has to wear a coat now) and stood there trying to figure out how to put my shoes on while holding Camden! No more just setting him down. I just looked at his teacher and said “How am I supposed to do this?” She just laughed and said “Let me hold him for you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here’s picture of Camden hanging out with his girlfriend at daycare. I can't believe how big my little boy is getting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317475336252205138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sct3pSc2qFI/AAAAAAAAC4M/7yQ-yKd2K5o/s400/img123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1635838231514206696?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1635838231514206696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1635838231514206696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1635838231514206696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1635838231514206696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-boy-car-seat.html' title='Big Boy Car Seat...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sctx7Ay6OgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/7paTrUCJTlc/s72-c/0325091508a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2108878897539992892</id><published>2009-03-24T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:28:44.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday we celebrated Brian's 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday by hanging out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BW&lt;/span&gt;3's with some friends. Brian's parents also headed over for the celebration which was nice. One of the most memorable moments of the day had to be when Brian did a shot called Statue of Liberty. For those of you who have never heard of it, a Statue of Liberty consists of dipping your thumb in the shot, lighting it with a match, downing the shot and then blowing out the flame coming from your thumb. It was actually pretty funny. I think Brian's finger was still a little sore Sunday. OH! Let's not forgot, I was the typical "You have a baby...In a bar" mother Saturday afternoon! After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BW&lt;/span&gt;3's we headed over to another "bar" to hang out. The night ended with Brian cooking Ben, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and myself dinner.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Iit&lt;/span&gt; was actually very good. But again, pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; for a new new piece of furniture. I love that store. I could have spent the entire day there but Brian's more of an "in and out" shopper. We went there for a particular item and that's all he really wanted to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the huge change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; in the Laurent household. Brian will no longer be working for the Columbus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BlueJackets&lt;/span&gt;! We are taking a leap of faith and venturing out into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uncharted&lt;/span&gt; territory...at least for us anyway. Brian is going to be an independent consultant for two different companies. We are turning Camden's playroom into an office, hence the reason for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; trip. We had to purchase a new desk (and some lucky bamboo). He will be working from home on the days he's not traveling. We are both extremely excited about this opportunity but also very nervous. I've been praying every night and have realized that sometimes you just have to take a chance. It's a huge step but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; believe it's a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey - I am so proud of you and excited to be taking this journey with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of Brian's new office when it's done. He's actually painting it right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2108878897539992892?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2108878897539992892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2108878897539992892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2108878897539992892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2108878897539992892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4566470765192480307</id><published>2009-03-23T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:52:20.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Enjoying Bathtime...</title><content type='html'>Camden enjoying bathtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb46047f778bfd37" 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://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb46047f778bfd37%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101253%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14C8A5B94AF5E0E23ABE5A0293610AFE27CE9A12.7485858708030D7E55A2C8F214208739C1E6A3D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb46047f778bfd37%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCDJkrLe4S4hNFtuCYb-qarxAVWs&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://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb46047f778bfd37%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101253%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14C8A5B94AF5E0E23ABE5A0293610AFE27CE9A12.7485858708030D7E55A2C8F214208739C1E6A3D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb46047f778bfd37%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCDJkrLe4S4hNFtuCYb-qarxAVWs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to see how he does at the lake this summer! He really seems to love the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4566470765192480307?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb46047f778bfd37&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4566470765192480307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4566470765192480307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4566470765192480307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4566470765192480307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/enjoying-bathtime.html' title='Enjoying Bathtime...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2200845108751078868</id><published>2009-03-15T18:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:14:56.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the nice weather...</title><content type='html'>Enjoying some time outdoors today with Camden and Hannah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19dPnQZDI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/_hxh5F_TV3E/s1600-h/Feb+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19dPnQZDI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/_hxh5F_TV3E/s400/Feb+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313541076727915570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19cg8uLFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/SDcqD5O8fBY/s1600-h/Feb+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19cg8uLFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/SDcqD5O8fBY/s400/Feb+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313541064201481298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19cd3xNvI/AAAAAAAAC3I/wGZZzQk2-I8/s1600-h/Feb+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19cd3xNvI/AAAAAAAAC3I/wGZZzQk2-I8/s400/Feb+2009+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313541063375402738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19dTTd4gI/AAAAAAAAC3g/JDAB3tKeAIg/s1600-h/Feb+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19dTTd4gI/AAAAAAAAC3g/JDAB3tKeAIg/s400/Feb+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313541077718655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2200845108751078868?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2200845108751078868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2200845108751078868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2200845108751078868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2200845108751078868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/enjoying-nice-weather.html' title='Enjoying the nice weather...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/Sb19dPnQZDI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/_hxh5F_TV3E/s72-c/Feb+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-541286027462996869</id><published>2009-03-11T05:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:02:46.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>To My Husband...</title><content type='html'>I still love saying it and hearing it, husband and wife. The past three years have just flown by. To be honest, the past ten years have flown by. Can you believe we've been married for three years and that this fall marks ten years together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a great husband - supportive and loving and now seeing you as a father...I can't put into words how much you mean to me. Thank you for always being there and for loving me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to three years and to the lifetime of memories still to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-541286027462996869?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/541286027462996869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=541286027462996869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/541286027462996869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/541286027462996869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-husband.html' title='To My Husband...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3763877034637282112</id><published>2009-03-10T20:37:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:28:05.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>7 Months...</title><content type='html'>You are now approximately 19 pounds and 29 inches long! There were so many bigs changes this month; I’m not sure where to begin. I guess we’ll start with your sleeping habits. You are FINALLY sleeping through the night! Hooray!!! There’s no more running in at 4am to give you your pacifier. I think you’re finally sleeping through the night for several reasons. One, we let you “cry it out” a couple of nights. Two, we introduced you to your tiger blanket. And what I consider to be a huge milestone, number three…you can put your pacifier into your mouth all on your own!!! YEH!!! We have about three pacifiers in your crib so no matter where you end up, you can always find one. We said goodbye to your mobile this month and replaced it with a musical aquarium which you quickly learned how to turn on and off. I heard a banging noise coming from your room the other day. When I ran in to see where the noise was coming from, I saw you laying there in amazement just kicking the aquarium on and off. Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311738828956086818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcWUneTsiI/AAAAAAAAC2w/pSCxvt8U0Iw/s320/Feb+2009+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not the helpless little boy you were just a few short months ago. You have come to understand words and know what you want and how to get it for the most part. Take your eating habits for instance. You still love food and love to eat but you are now more vocal about it. You seem to understand what I am saying when I say and sign the words eat and more. We have to hide your bottle or you cry until we give it to you. Depending on your mood, you cry when we give you a spoonful of veggies and stop when we give you a bite of fruit. This started after we introduced you to Stage 2 fruits. Mommy makes your veggies but buys most of your fruit. I just can’t bring myself to cook fruit. Come to think of it…Are you crying when we give you veggies because you don’t like my cooking? Hmmm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311732583326011858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcQpEsD0dI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/bkm4ULZji7E/s320/Feb+2009+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger foods have been added to your menu this past week. Let me rephrase that – puffs have been added to your menu. The first time I gave one to you; you picked it right up and put it in your mouth. Okay so it took you a few tries but you did it. I was able to get a quick picture of your face. You’re definitely not sure of the texture but it’s a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311728541283388290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcM9y6AC4I/AAAAAAAAC04/pn53X3X82Eg/s320/Feb+2009+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311728547567413586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcM-KUOqVI/AAAAAAAAC1A/sGWkfF7QXaM/s320/Feb+2009+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311728544436986738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcM9-p4I3I/AAAAAAAAC0w/GjiOzh2Vc98/s320/Feb+2009+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we also introduced the Sippy cup. You haven’t quiet figured out that you have to put your head back to drink from it and you can’t actually pick it up and hold it steady but you’re learning. It’s all about the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733656799063458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcRnjr-raI/AAAAAAAAC1g/UKMKWPM58R8/s320/Feb+2009+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733657766695570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcRnnSrkpI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/L67vhpvQfFE/s320/Feb+2009+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is slowly improving and spring is just around the corner. There were a couple of nice days this past month so were able to get outside. We walked around the neighborhood a couple of times and you even experienced your play set for the first time. I put you in your swing and pushed you lightly. You seemed to be a little unsure at first but then started to enjoy yourself. I can’t wait for more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311735358734578002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcTKn5BsVI/AAAAAAAAC1o/tS_LY2jEQQQ/s320/Feb+2009+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311735367445989394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcTLIV_SBI/AAAAAAAAC14/aKGli6TJvNY/s320/Feb+2009+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have mastered rolling over to your tummy! Every time I put you down, I lay you on your tummy and within 2 second you are on your back. Sitting is new favorite of yours also. You still fall over a lot but if you have a toy in front of you to focus on you can sit for a longer period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311737053287416626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcUtQl6AzI/AAAAAAAAC2I/MAm2DQ-zPP4/s320/Feb+2009+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311737060755009458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcUtsaUb7I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/9KBsro3uOSA/s320/Feb+2009+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pups are your favorite things in the world. You just can’t seem to get enough of them. You did however pull Griswald’s hair for the first time this month. You pulled his hair so hard he cried. I felt so bad. He just looked at me like I did it and ran away from both of us. Other than that one incident you seem to be doing well with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have found your voice! You talk all the time – scream mostly. It’s adorable. You’ve also realized crying or laughing, or screaming will get you what you want. Mommy needs to work on this a little….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311738827391738274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcWUhpVoaI/AAAAAAAAC2o/S88yz7lG31M/s320/Feb+2009+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy and I have come to realized the Camden we know really only comes out when we are at home. Anywhere else the “taking it all in” Camden comes out. Whenever we’re in a new place it’s like the wheels are turning in your head. It’s like you're studying every aspect of your new surroundings. You don’t laugh or smile until you’ve had a chance to study everything then once you’re comfortable you start to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been huge for me too. I finally feel like I have a grasp on things! I’m not saying that I’m organized or up-to-date on things but I feel like I’ve finally settled in to my new role as a mother. However, one thing that I am now struggling with is the fact that my little boy doesn’t want to cuddle as much! I have rocked you almost every night before bed and this past month you have decided you’d rather me not. And the naps with mommy on the couch are gone for the most part. You’d rather me put you in your crib. I’m hoping this is just a phase and you will want to cuddle more this month but for now I take any cuddle time I can get…even if it’s only for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to mention it, if I don’t your daddy will point out the fact that I didn’t. This month you had your 1st bloody nose. Now, it wasn’t horrible and you were only bleeding for 1 minute. And it hurts me to have to admit this but yes.. it was my fault. Your mommy gave you a bloody nose…with a Winnie the Pooh golf club of all things. We were playing on the floor and it slipped out of my hand and hit your nose. I was so upset. I’m so sorry! I love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311738006640583570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcVkwHA45I/AAAAAAAAC2g/xEvWKoZjzoQ/s320/Feb+2009+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Grandpa Adams, Great-Grandma Adams and Great Aunt Debbie visited and helped us celebrate your 1st Valentine’s Day&lt;br /&gt;2. We visited your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent&lt;br /&gt;3. You met the Bakers and they adored you…of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3763877034637282112?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3763877034637282112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3763877034637282112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3763877034637282112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3763877034637282112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-months.html' title='7 Months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SbcWUneTsiI/AAAAAAAAC2w/pSCxvt8U0Iw/s72-c/Feb+2009+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3276811531097049505</id><published>2009-02-24T22:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:15:37.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Mommy Brain...</title><content type='html'>During a conversation with my friend’s grandmother the other day, she mentioned how she is in awe of mothers these days. She went on to say that she doesn’t know how they do it – work, raise children, manage the house, volunteer etc. Then she looked directly at me and said, “I just don’t know how you do it”. I just looked at her, smiled and said it’s was all about a work/life balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted to tell her is that I feeling like I’m loosing my mind half the time! Work…work is fine. It’s actually one aspect of my life that’s organized and under control. What makes it better is that my employer has been very accommodating and open to my new schedule which is great. So, now that I have the work part of the work/life balance under control I need to work on the life part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been six and a half months since Camden was born and I still feel like I have no idea what I’m doing half the time. There’s not one aspect of my personal life that I’m not behind on and to make it worse I keep forgetting to do the simplest things - Flushing the toilet for example. Hello?! Where is my head? How can I possibly forget to flush the toilet? This is driving my husband crazy by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while researching convertible cars seats, I stumbled upon a thread on a mom’s board that discussed the term Mommy Brain. After reading about the ditzy things other mom’s are doing I actually started to feel better. It’s nice to know I’m not alone. Most - if not all new moms are feeling the exact same way I’m feeling. Not only do they feel like they are loosing their minds, they are also worry about the same things I am. So, after reading what they had to say and after reading a few other articles I came to a realization that no new parent has a clue about what they are doing - some are just better at faking it than others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, the write up about Mommy Brain also mentioned that it usually lasts until your child is between 14-18 months!! Maybe we should install an auto flush like I have at work! HA HA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3276811531097049505?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3276811531097049505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3276811531097049505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3276811531097049505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3276811531097049505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-brain.html' title='Mommy Brain...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-5033599612025626330</id><published>2009-02-21T19:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:08:10.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zane!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm a little behind on blogging. These pictures were taken a few weeks ago when we headed over to Indy for Zane's birthday party. I can't believe my adorable little nephew is 2 already!!! Happy Birthday Zane!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zane enjoyed helping Camden with his pacifier...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416206600128002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCf7jwARgI/AAAAAAAACyw/eU9O52laZ34/s320/Feb+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416208166902306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCf7pljWiI/AAAAAAAACy4/sOOaI4EGZho/s320/Feb+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416215802006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCf8GB5ymI/AAAAAAAACzA/iHjooTCbTN4/s320/Feb+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't come up for air until it was gone... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305421642944550498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCk3_thFmI/AAAAAAAAC0I/7FPEt218-8w/s320/Feb+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305417523439947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaChINXFTuI/AAAAAAAACzQ/kh9UCdWMXYo/s320/Feb+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the kids enjoyed painting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419148965492354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCim06ktoI/AAAAAAAACzY/_zxa1SdQ5G4/s320/Feb+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420460668022050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCjzLY07SI/AAAAAAAAC0A/yX5nPPuARJY/s320/Feb+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420459147207090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SaCjzFuPIbI/AAAAAAAACz4/UVt8YM4_gBw/s320/Feb+2009+022.jpg" border="0" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8813295991281376319</id><published>2009-02-10T20:36:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:52:09.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>6 Months...</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying that you are the best baby. I may be a little biased but you are so good. Sure you cry when your hungry or tired but over all you are such a good baby. You love to smile and laugh. Daddy's better at getting you to laugh but there are time when all I have to do is look at you and you laugh. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366372748748546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZI8oM_j5wI/AAAAAAAACyk/_TpreSlHV0o/s320/Feb+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can’t believe you’re six months old already. You now weigh 17pds 7oz and you’re 28 inches long! That puts you in the 60% percentile for weight and the 95th percentile for height. I’m a little worried that you went from the 75th to the 60th percentile in weight but the doctor assures me that it’s okay. I typically wouldn’t be worried but you’ve been so sick this past month. You’ve been to the doctor four times in the past three weeks. You had your first ear infection and your first fever. You’ve also been having some intestinal issues. Your doctor has decided to run a couple test to make sure you don’t have an intestinal bacteria. Hopefully the tests come back normal and the medicine they have you on works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching the pups play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301352736912520754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIwOfi3NjI/AAAAAAAACxE/xJXVyfxXgrA/s320/January+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out in the kitchen with mommy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301352740189416546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIwOrwIrGI/AAAAAAAACxM/xtlI29RDS4E/s320/January+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This past month you’ve started to show your social side. We started attending WeJoySing, a music class where we sing, play instruments and even dance a little. You seem to really enjoy yourself. Miss Andrea always comments on how much you smile when we sing. You are such a happy baby. This month you also attended your 1st play date. We had a lot of fun. Cole even gave you a few kisses…after he tried out your pacifier. You two seem to be bonding. You also attended two birthday parties: Cole’s first birthday and Zane’s second birthday. During Cole’s birthday you bonded with Mr. Wilson and had fun hanging out with your friends. At Zane birthday you painted a picture for mommy and daddy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Painting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301356365258290914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIzhsL59uI/AAAAAAAACyU/I0WQWiek9vc/s320/Feb+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301356360535736978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIzhal9gpI/AAAAAAAACyM/jp9Z44FPuF8/s320/Feb+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This month you’ve also started moving around in your crib. We lay you in your crib at night and the next morning your head is at the opposite end. Have I told you how cute you are lately? Absolutely adorable!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love your feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301355015103170690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIyTGd1yII/AAAAAAAACxs/ZhcAkX5fpBk/s320/January+2009+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301355012278770530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIyS78c22I/AAAAAAAACxk/OVY8EKaRwvQ/s320/January+2009+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rolling over – tummy to back. I never thought this was going to happen. I was actually a little nervous that it was going to take you a while to do this because you didn’t really spent a lot of time on your tummy this past month. With you being sick we really didn’t have the opportunity. You were already miserable. We didn’t want to make it worse. But you did it. You finally did it. We were playing with the pups, I turned away for one second to get the toy from Griswald and that’s when it happened... and I missed it! You were practically touching my leg and I missed it! It’s okay though - I put you back on your belly and you did it for me a couple more times. You even showed your daddy the next evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sitting up –When we sit you up, you try to stiffen your body and lay back down. When you’re lying down, you try to raise your head and legs to sit up. You definitely give your abs a workout! You’re getting better at sitting up though. You can even sit by yourself for a few seconds without falling over. I think you’ll master this skill by the end of this month and when you do we’re calling Aunt Maya for a photo shoot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357692677023906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZI0u9NMaKI/AAAAAAAACyc/UWxRTSiI8OA/s320/January+2009+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bath time is a whole new experience these days. We took the net out of your infant tub. You’re now able to kick and splash. You love it. I can’t wait to start swim lessons next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301352746080019426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIwPBskI-I/AAAAAAAACxc/ifEuRgNt8SQ/s320/January+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301352742203845122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZIwOzQaagI/AAAAAAAACxU/6kT00kOcg_U/s320/January+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. You met Kasey and Kyle for the first time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Visited with Will, Mandy and Grace – You loved Grace. I've never heard you laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;3. You started holding your bottle&lt;br /&gt;4. Your teeth are starting to show when you smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8813295991281376319?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8813295991281376319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8813295991281376319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8813295991281376319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8813295991281376319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-months.html' title='6 Months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SZI8oM_j5wI/AAAAAAAACyk/_TpreSlHV0o/s72-c/Feb+2009+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8098800595545356268</id><published>2009-02-03T16:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:44:46.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>All better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Camden is feeling much better. B shot with video with his cell phone Sunday evening while they were playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e668e8c76a60a22" 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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e668e8c76a60a22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101253%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E60BE694A3C2CDF0988A27A13B6875AD8F02F8A.2FF42DA9F7438C817C4D465E5BAB123C9490B070%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e668e8c76a60a22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsP5DFb_atnn93zrk92mM7bWlN-8&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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e668e8c76a60a22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101253%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E60BE694A3C2CDF0988A27A13B6875AD8F02F8A.2FF42DA9F7438C817C4D465E5BAB123C9490B070%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e668e8c76a60a22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsP5DFb_atnn93zrk92mM7bWlN-8&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/5390883246844072301-8098800595545356268?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e668e8c76a60a22&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8098800595545356268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8098800595545356268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8098800595545356268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8098800595545356268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-better.html' title='All better...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2756022126029355116</id><published>2009-01-31T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:57:39.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>My poor little guy...</title><content type='html'>I've never felt so helpless in my entire life. In the past two weeks we've taken Camden to the pediatrician 3 times, called the pediatrician 4 or 5 times, have had two prescriptions filled... and he's still not feeling well. It started off with him being moody and spitting up, then it was that plus an ear infection and now all of that plus vomiting, diarrhea, and a fever. It's like he just keeps getting worse. He's spent the past three days in my arms. He is sleeping in his crib at night but trust me, it's taking all I have to not scoop him up when I go in to check on him. This is him sleeping just a few minutes ago. I couldn't help it. I had to take a picture. He's is the most precious thing in the enire world. I hope he starts feeling better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves his Tigger Blankie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297655866237152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYUN8TFUazI/AAAAAAAACw0/jAZzllRhe54/s320/January+2009+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two of us cuddling earlier today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297656358134584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYUOY7izlcI/AAAAAAAACw8/FnpXqDSgDvo/s320/January+2009+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2756022126029355116?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2756022126029355116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2756022126029355116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2756022126029355116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2756022126029355116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-poor-little-guy.html' title='My poor little guy...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYUN8TFUazI/AAAAAAAACw0/jAZzllRhe54/s72-c/January+2009+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3816523049189198800</id><published>2009-01-31T20:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:58:17.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Our new 1/2 bath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have a long list of DYI projects and we haven't started any since completing Camden's nursery. So a couple of weeks ago we decided to start a weekend project... remodel the 1/2 bathroom – new flooring, new paint color, new light fixture, new outlets/switches, and a new faucet. Needless to say, we ran into a few problems….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason whoever originally installed the pedestal sink didn’t install shut off valves so we decided we should install them - Quick and easy, it should only take 5 minutes… right? Wrong! More like 5 hours which included 4 trips to the hardware store, 4 calls to friends for advice and 1 hilarious minute when we thought we had the valve on correct but when I turned on the water it shot off the pipe, hit B in the stomach and water went everywhere! It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next hurdle came when we tried installing the toilet. Okay, I shouldn’t say we. All I did was paint the walls, Brian did everything else. Anyway…again, whoever installed the toilet didn’t install it correctly so when B tried to reinstall it, it wasn’t the easiest thing to do. So to make a long story short we had someone from my company come and install the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our weekend DYI project turned into a week long project but in the end, Brian did a fantastic job. I still have a few things to add, like a shelf and maybe a picture but the bathroom looks 100% better than it did! Can’t wait to start on the main bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297634987587918594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYT69ADb2wI/AAAAAAAACv8/ipSe13RUnxg/s320/January+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297634995172749506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYT69cTzMMI/AAAAAAAACwE/5nHQqsjJpEg/s320/January+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297634993157769186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYT69UzZB-I/AAAAAAAACwM/ylrydcIqPf4/s320/January+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297642000333378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYUBVMkPlaI/AAAAAAAACwk/Q2Kb-f59YEc/s320/January+2009+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297641490641116098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYUA3h0I28I/AAAAAAAACwU/dCnOoFVoUX0/s320/January+2009+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3816523049189198800?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3816523049189198800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3816523049189198800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3816523049189198800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3816523049189198800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-12-bath.html' title='Our new 1/2 bath...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SYT69ADb2wI/AAAAAAAACv8/ipSe13RUnxg/s72-c/January+2009+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7258330236438414643</id><published>2009-01-28T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:00:29.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Another 1st for Camden...</title><content type='html'>Camden, the little boy who’s always happy, hardly spits up and loves to eat has turned into a cranky baby who refuses to eat a full bottle and gets sick if he does. We took him to see the pediatrician last week (his doctor wasn’t in) and we were told he was just in a "funk". Well, his “funk” seemed to get worse over the weekend so we decided to take him back to see his pediatrician yesterday. After examining him we were told that our little guy has his 1st ear infection. Poor little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7258330236438414643?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7258330236438414643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7258330236438414643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7258330236438414643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7258330236438414643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-1st-for-camden.html' title='Another 1st for Camden...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6652871637496798829</id><published>2009-01-13T06:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:38:13.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>Last Night...</title><content type='html'>Something happened last night. Something happened that hasn't happened in over a year. It started off like any other night. We fed Camden around 7:30pm, changed him, read to him and put him down for the night around 8:30pm and I headed to bed around 10:30pm. It was an ordinary night. Except last night...last night, I slept the entire night. Why? Because Camden slept the entire night! He did it. He finally did it! I woke up 5:30am - not to a crying baby but to my alarm clock. I asked Brian to turn up the monitor so I could make sure he was still breathing and he was of course. I wanted to go in and check on him but I did that the last time I thought he was going to sleep through the night and ended up waking him up. I still can't believe I slept through the night. Even without a crying baby - I usually still wake up for one reason or another. Sleep is good. Sleep is very good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6652871637496798829?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6652871637496798829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6652871637496798829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6652871637496798829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6652871637496798829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night.html' title='Last Night...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-675260791783566764</id><published>2009-01-07T21:19:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:27:26.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>5 months...</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite pictures of you. It's a little blurry but you’re so happy and absolutely adorable! I love that toothless smile. It's a smile that will be changing soon. I noticed a couple days ago that you had a tooth coming in. I checked yesterday to make sure I wasn’t just imagining it and noticed both bottom teeth have popped through. I still can’t believe it. Although I am very excited about this, there’s a part of me that’s also a little sad. It just reminds me of how fast you are growing. Not only did you roll over (from your back to your stomach) for the first time this week but you’re also getting teeth! Slow down. Mommy can only take so much at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288742295303615426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVjGLwn88I/AAAAAAAACt8/NE_n_nsZkHA/s400/Camden+-+November+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months old today! This past month was big for you (and mommy and daddy). You started eating solids, we celebrated your 1st Christmas and New Years, you rolled over and your teeth started coming in. I’d say that’s a lot for such a little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, you love food. Okay, so you’re not a huge fan of plain rice cereal but who is. Dinner time is one of my favorite times of the day. You just make me smile the entire time. If I don’t feed you fast enough you grunt and just sit there with your mouth wide open just waiting for the spoon to hit your lips. Oh! One of your favorite things to do while eating - pooping. You are your father’s son! Anyway, we somehow manage to get food all over the place. Griswald and Winston will love this once you start eating finger foods. I’m sure half of your meal will somehow end up on the floor for them to eat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288749467119677282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVpno20b2I/AAAAAAAACuk/Y3q1OABblZs/s400/December+2008+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Gris and Win, you love them. If you’re upset all I have to do is get them playing together and you just smile and laugh at them. This is great when we’re trying to do tummy time (you’re still not a fan). You just lift your little head and watch them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288746142986131778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVmmJfn2UI/AAAAAAAACuc/CnWIU7x53Fg/s400/Camden+-+November+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new thing you started to do this month is grab at my nose and mouth when I’m rocking you at night. It’s like you’re trying to memorize my face. One time you even fell asleep with my nose in your hand! You’ve also started staring at your hands. You’ve always had a thing for your hands but that usually involved sucking on them. Now you’re starting at them. You just wave them slowing in front of you and stare in amazement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the picture below, your playing with one of your Christmas presents. I love to watch you play. You're not just playing, you're learning. It's just amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288754291573855362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVuAdWVFII/AAAAAAAACu0/cYgA4uly8iA/s400/December+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was so much fun. You loved the wrapping paper and I love starting our new family traditions. I hope you know how much joy you bring to me and your daddy. You just make every day so much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288757871868688450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVxQ2_IuEI/AAAAAAAACvE/mHYTVe7AhR8/s400/Camden+-+November+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288757883331742834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVxRhsJDHI/AAAAAAAACvM/c1Nhp6ZucE0/s400/December+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 1st picture with Santa - You gave me and Santa a great big toothless smile! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Grandma and Grandpa Ziegman flew in from Arizona and spent a week with us. I'm so glad you got to share quality time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Grandma and Grandpa Laurent came over from Indiana for the weekend to watch you while daddy and I went to a Christmas party and to go to a Blue Jackets game with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288756671705315202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVwLAB494I/AAAAAAAACu8/oCy1x_jGUuo/s400/1st+feedings.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-675260791783566764?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/675260791783566764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=675260791783566764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/675260791783566764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/675260791783566764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-months.html' title='5 months...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWVjGLwn88I/AAAAAAAACt8/NE_n_nsZkHA/s72-c/Camden+-+November+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-3291660859212465339</id><published>2009-01-05T06:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:41:29.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>Another Milestone..</title><content type='html'>He did it!!!! He rolled over and Brian and I were both there to see it! Once he realized what he had done he start to cry. I'm not sure if it was because he hates being on is stomach or because I was jumping up and down and scared him.  I'm just so glad we were both there to see it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-3291660859212465339?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/3291660859212465339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=3291660859212465339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3291660859212465339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/3291660859212465339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-milestone.html' title='Another Milestone..'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8927682259474698194</id><published>2009-01-04T07:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:35:20.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Wildlights at the Zoo...</title><content type='html'>Brian and I started off the New Year by bundling up and taking Camden to Wildlights at the Zoo. Although we didn't see many animals and we never did find the trains we had so much fun. Here's some pics from our evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287414344111121442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWCrVQEMZCI/AAAAAAAACtc/UhVfK0d__4g/s400/Jan+2009++041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287414359959559794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWCrWLGwXnI/AAAAAAAACtk/35hHVSlq1r8/s400/Jan+2009++043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287414363103686034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWCrWW0X7ZI/AAAAAAAACts/2pAnw1ubdTI/s400/Jan+2009++051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287414375154461458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWCrXDtgKxI/AAAAAAAACt0/02go4WP5e2Y/s400/Jan+2009++046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8927682259474698194?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8927682259474698194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8927682259474698194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8927682259474698194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8927682259474698194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/wildlights-at-zoo.html' title='Wildlights at the Zoo...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SWCrVQEMZCI/AAAAAAAACtc/UhVfK0d__4g/s72-c/Jan+2009++041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8177848586766094366</id><published>2009-01-03T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:48:20.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I received a gift for Christmas. It's called 365 Simple Pleasures. It give you recipes, craft ideas and other little ideas to help you bring pleasure to your life. The first one is to make a Simple Pleasures List. Here's a quick list of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 6 Simple Pleasures List:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taking a hot bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing Camden smile or hearing him laugh&lt;br /&gt;3. Cuddling with my pups and reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;4. Hot apple cider&lt;br /&gt;5. Cuddling on the couch with B and watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;6. Planning - anything from dinner parties to weddings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8177848586766094366?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8177848586766094366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8177848586766094366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8177848586766094366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8177848586766094366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4677947795853523244</id><published>2009-01-03T14:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:45:05.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What’s better than staying in eating pizza, drinking martini’s, playing Wii and ring in the New Year with two close friends and our little guy?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camden wishing everyone a Happy New Year before heading off to bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287146897557157042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-4F0Az9LI/AAAAAAAACsk/KX7jIPeZrFc/s400/December+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287149347657332626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-6UbWNt5I/AAAAAAAACtM/a2s_oUSVCkw/s400/December+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brandon and I with our girlie drinks (notice the fingers)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287148241265298130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-5UBtzCtI/AAAAAAAACss/frqqeWcC1KU/s400/December+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian with his manly drink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287148249612469666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-5Ugz6xaI/AAAAAAAACs8/EWJY0qh0JyM/s400/December+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keira taking a quick nap before the new year...Isn't she an adorable pregnant woman?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287148247329874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-5UYTtI1I/AAAAAAAACs0/izzQWsZFkSU/s400/December+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to break out the Wii. It was hilarious watching Brandon do the step and the hula hoop games! Keira kicked butt on the ski jump! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287148258539928034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-5VCEY-eI/AAAAAAAACtE/nV57V0Mn_a4/s400/December+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my new year's resolution this year... I decided on several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get in shape – I know, I know. That’s on everyone lists but it’s one of mine too. Everyone told me the last 5 pounds was the hardest to loose after having a baby. Those people are lucky! For me it’s the last 10!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Read a little each night before going to bed - I’ve been having a hard time finding time to read, so from now on the TV's being turned off and a book/magazine is being opened.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find a church – This is something I’ve been talking about doing for awhile. I just need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put things away after I’m done using it – I need to do this. I used to be organized. Brian now says I am the most unorganized organized person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-4677947795853523244?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4677947795853523244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4677947795853523244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4677947795853523244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4677947795853523244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SV-4F0Az9LI/AAAAAAAACsk/KX7jIPeZrFc/s72-c/December+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7090678279790652577</id><published>2008-12-30T21:19:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:47:41.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Brian, Camden and I celebrated Christmas with my side of the family the weekend before Christmas. We drove up to Lorain Saturday and spent the day at my Aunt Tammie and Uncle Danny’s house with my dad, cousins and Aunt Debbie. We watched old family videos and watched the kids open presents. My dad spent the entire time holding Camden. He even changed his diaper for the first time which was amusing to watch. At one point in the afternoon my Aunt Tammie asked my dad is she could hold Camden. She had to ask because he wasn’t just going to give him up. He’s so good with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285774529783576722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrX7fqOuJI/AAAAAAAACkY/T_MBjJ6eu2I/s400/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285775064468920738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrYanhJmaI/AAAAAAAACkg/Es583gnz0_E/s400/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from Lorain Saturday evening there was a big surprise awaiting Camden - My mom and Dennis bought him his very own fire truck for his first Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285776426661018946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrZp6FDfUI/AAAAAAAACkw/W2fHM3pnL28/s400/DSC01837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we loaded up the car and headed over to Decatur. I had previously mentioned to Brian and his mom that I wanted to start a few simple traditions so we did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get Camden a cute pair of pajamas to wear Christmas Eve night – I actually forgot to do this but Grandma Laurent saved the day - She found these adorable pj’s for him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285777201443651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVraXAXoP3I/AAAAAAAACk4/iYs3TMbWDf0/s400/December+2008+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch a Christmas movie – I didn’t actually think Camden would participate in this tradition this year but he did. We watched “Merry Christmas Charlie Brown” – 25 minutes long - Perfect for Camden’s 1st Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Open one present before going to bed – He opened a small Teddy Bear that sings lullabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read a Christmas story before bedtime – We read “T’was the Night Before Christmas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285778347330888962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrbZtIb5QI/AAAAAAAAClA/cukxVb2B2b8/s400/December+2008+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285778352189935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrbZ_O7D0I/AAAAAAAAClI/6t0tIu6GVVg/s400/December+2008+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning Camden opened his presents from Mommy, Daddy and Santa and then we headed to church. I was a little nervous about how Camden would react but he seemed to enjoy himself. He spent half the time staring up at the fans and the other half sleeping in his Grandpa Laurent’s arms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285779801305343778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrcuVm9ZyI/AAAAAAAAClQ/9Yc_kpZ7KGE/s400/December+2008+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285779811319248290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrcu66ddaI/AAAAAAAAClY/dT2xlP4naz4/s400/December+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the day, Pat, Maya and Zane arrived. We opened gifts and sat down to dinner. Christmas is so much fun with kids. Zane had a blast opening presents and seemed to really enjoy his presents and some of Camden’s – the drum in particular! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780637079308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrde_HAB4I/AAAAAAAAClg/0ajm3-5sn3w/s400/December+2008+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the weekend was just as fun. Friday we met up with Terry’s side of the family for dinner. Brian's aunt got Camden a new friend. Doesn't he seem so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285784678855450738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrhKP5hoHI/AAAAAAAACsE/B-_A7EShYbA/s400/December+2008+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday, Beth, Dan and the kids came over for dinner. I didn't have the camera out while they were there because had the video camera out instead. I have some funny video of all of us playing Wii! If we ever figure out how to get the video onto our computer I'll share it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you everyone for such a great Christmas. We had so much fun and enjoyed spending time with all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self - After reviewing all of the pictures we took thoughout Christmas I noticed we didn't take a family picture! I'm adding that to my list of traditions! Take a family picture!&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/5390883246844072301-7090678279790652577?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7090678279790652577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7090678279790652577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7090678279790652577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7090678279790652577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVrX7fqOuJI/AAAAAAAACkY/T_MBjJ6eu2I/s72-c/DSC01834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-678355245369233080</id><published>2008-12-23T22:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:15:31.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Here comes Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camden and I headed to Easton today to see Santa Claus. I had no idea what I was in for. We left our house around 3:30pm and got in line to meet Santa around 4:10pm. The line was long but didn't look too long. After about 30 minutes of waiting in a line that was barely moving the person in front of me asked Santa's helper how long of a wait it would be. His answer... 1-2 hours. WHAT?! The two people in front of me left but I decided to wait. I had already been waiting 30 minutes and I really wanted a good picture of Camden with Santa. I should probably add that Camden did meet Santa Sunday at Brian's Christmas party for work but the picture didn't turn out that way I wanted and the Blue Jackets logo is the backdrop. Anyway, Camden and I spent two hours waiting to see Santa. The first 1.5 hours wasn't bad. Camden was happy and having fun laughing at other kids as they played in line. However, as we got closer to Santa so did Camden's nap and feeding times - this meant fussy Camden was about to deubt. But to my pleasant surprise he handled it well and we got a great picture of Camden with Santa. An added bonus - I got a 5X7 for $5.00 since it was his first Christmas and they let me take pics with my own camera too. Okay, so Santa doesn't look so great but Camden is adorable and so grown up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204827313064786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVG2zH-fy1I/AAAAAAAAB6o/5Y5xPsenZns/s400/DSC01879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204834294357650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVG2zh-93pI/AAAAAAAAB6w/uSkFThuFuyo/s400/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204823443253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVG2y5j3J5I/AAAAAAAAB6g/Bjz0ud3Cfak/s400/DSC01881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-678355245369233080?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/678355245369233080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=678355245369233080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/678355245369233080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/678355245369233080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-comes-santa.html' title='Here comes Santa...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVG2zH-fy1I/AAAAAAAAB6o/5Y5xPsenZns/s72-c/DSC01879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6099995176782910407</id><published>2008-12-23T05:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:35:32.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>Another Milestone...</title><content type='html'>Camden started eating solids a little over a week ago! It's been interesting to say the least. We've quickly learned that we have to hide his bottle or he won't eat his rice cereal. He was definitely ready for solids. It's like he knew exactly what to do. He's now even starting to grab the spoon...especially if I'm not feeding him fast enough. We have his first "meal" on video and it's hilarious. See the toy in the first picture. Well, while I was preparing his food, he pulled the toys so hard it lost suction and hit him in the face. Sad yes, but also hilarious. The best part is we have it on video! Here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939657854460306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDFoOw9IZI/AAAAAAAABC0/2s26JUg8yZs/s400/December+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939661411579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDFocBCdWI/AAAAAAAABC8/EgZ6yK4j4po/s400/December+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282939639524319570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDFnKetYVI/AAAAAAAABCc/Bs6xD6P82_4/s400/December+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6099995176782910407?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6099995176782910407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6099995176782910407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6099995176782910407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6099995176782910407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-milestone.html' title='Another Milestone...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDFoOw9IZI/AAAAAAAABC0/2s26JUg8yZs/s72-c/December+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7067673396058959908</id><published>2008-12-17T19:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:38:28.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Our weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a weekend! First Terry and Terri came to Columbus for the weekend to watch Camden so Brian and I could attend my company’s holiday party. While they were having fun with Camden Friday night, Brian and I were dancing the night away. Okay, so I was dancing the night away while Brian was talking to friends but, we had a blast. I think it was our first real night out in over a year! We got home around 3am!! I know for a fact that hasn’t happened since before I was pregnant. Thanks Terry and Terri! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my hot hubby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282961935828107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDZ4-rxwQI/AAAAAAAABDk/QUc5TM0zy2g/s400/489215122406_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Santa and Leslie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282961935570573010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDZ49uYFtI/AAAAAAAABDc/qiNbc_8AIPo/s400/132664122406_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrea, Leslie and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282961940070140466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDZ5OfKCjI/AAAAAAAABDs/wPJfSngC4tk/s400/980905122406_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Terri and I headed out to a craft show my friend was in and did some shopping. Saturday evening Terry, Terri, Camden and I attended a Blue Jackets game. We were 3 rows from the ice! I’m not a huge hockey fan but when you’re that close you can’t help but to have fun. Camden was in awe. He was awake most of the time but fell asleep in Grandma’s arms during the last period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't he adorable in his hat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936992734290450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDDNGayohI/AAAAAAAABB0/WmaCvtQ49zQ/s400/December+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching the game with Grandma and Grandpa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937011657139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDDOM6WZrI/AAAAAAAABCE/vazHBWbLkDs/s400/December+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging with Daddy at work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936995882702050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDDNSJblOI/AAAAAAAABB8/1ZRCBu5Bmzo/s400/December+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Dennis are in town visiting for a week. Brian and I picked them up from the airport Sunday morning at 1am. Although I wish they were visiting under better circumstances, Brian and I are happy to see them. Sunday morning Dennis and Camden met for the first time and my mom got to see how much her little grandson has changed over the past four months. I’m glad they are having time to bond this week. I came home from work today to find my mom and Camden taking a nap together. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden and Grandpa Ziegman...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937015994821362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDDOdEiKvI/AAAAAAAABCM/8-4JJ2tbqVA/s400/December+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden and Grandma Ziegman...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937018348870386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDDOl1yGvI/AAAAAAAABCU/wL7Vxha9pAM/s400/December+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7067673396058959908?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7067673396058959908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7067673396058959908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7067673396058959908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7067673396058959908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SVDZ4-rxwQI/AAAAAAAABDk/QUc5TM0zy2g/s72-c/489215122406_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8287229932406386541</id><published>2008-12-09T21:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:43:40.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>Four Months Old...</title><content type='html'>Your 4-month checkup went well today. You are now 15 pounds, 12 ounces and 27 inches long. That puts you in the 75th percentile for weight and the 97th percentile for height! That explains why you seem to have grown out of your 3-6 month clothes already. You must have grown at least 2 inches in the past couple of weeks. Your pediatrician gave us the thumbs up to start you on rice cereal whenever we feel you’re ready. I think we might try that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major change that happened this month - you are now a formula fed baby. My goal was to breastfeed you for 6 months but after this past week, a couple cry sessions with Laurel and a couple of conversations with your daddy, I decided it was time. It was a very emotional decision but I am glad I made the decision before you. Last night I decided to use up some of the stored milk I had and you refused it. I think it had something to do with the fact that you were fed only formula this past week but still…it made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note…you have the most adorable smile and laugh! Sometimes when I look at you I find you staring at me with this adorable grin on your face that just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re making some new noises and your voice seems to be getting deeper. You love to talk to your toys and you seem more focused when reaching out for them. You still haven’t rolled over and seem to have zero interest in doing so. Tummy time is getting better, although it is still your least favorite activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of your favorite things to do is stand. We used to sit you in our laps while singing and talking to you but now you kick us or stiffen up until we hold you up. You also love your hands. You hold them together like you’re praying or you suck on them… not just your thumb…your entire fist. We've also started putting you in your jumperoo. You seem to love it. The first time I put you in it you started swinging and just looked at me and giggled. Your new trick is wiggling your way around your activity mat. We'll lay you one way and you end up another. You also enjoy wiggling your way around when we are trying to change you! You're already almost too long for your changing table, wiggling doesn't help. It is however adorable and very entertaining. We've started putting foot rattles on your feet. You seem to ignore them until we sit you in your bumpo chair. OH - I almost forgot, you're also trying to hold your bottle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277977622537383426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ST8krwvNLgI/AAAAAAAABBU/Wz8Kr-xGULQ/s320/Camden+-+November+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277978557205766994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ST8liKpg41I/AAAAAAAABBc/P09O2H9xuuU/s320/Camden+-+November+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979738349300034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ST8mm6wE6UI/AAAAAAAABBk/FshXcJ6e1CE/s320/Camden+-+November+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pups – you’re really noticing them now. You watch them play together and even laugh at them when they wrestle. We get down on the floor and play fetch with them. Griswald sometimes bring toys over to you when you’re on your activity mat and both of them just stop by at times to give you kisses. I’m happy to see you guys bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I decorated the house for Christmas. We had an interesting time finding a Christmas tree but I hope it’s a tradition you come to love. We actually have two trees in our house: our family tree and a special one for you in your room. We’ve decided to put a little tree in your room and take you to the store to let you pick out a new ornament for it each year and I’ll buy two of them. I figure this way, when you’re all grown up and move into a place of your own you’ll have some ornaments for your tree and ours won’t be bare. Plus, I'll want to have them to remind me of when you were this little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984286785124018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ST8qvq_rtrI/AAAAAAAABBs/QBovafz-YNE/s400/December+-+20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden, I hope you know how much we love you. You are mommy and daddy’s little miracle and you mean the world to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting things that happened this month - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You're 1st OSU/Michigan game - OSU won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You're 1st Thansgiving. We spent it with your Grandma and Grandpa Laurent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Grandpa Adams, Great Grandma Adams and Aunt Debbie came to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You met your Great Grandma Borne and your Grandpa Laurent's side of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8287229932406386541?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8287229932406386541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8287229932406386541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8287229932406386541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8287229932406386541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-months.html' title='Four Months Old...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/ST8krwvNLgI/AAAAAAAABBU/Wz8Kr-xGULQ/s72-c/Camden+-+November+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6003289826894188920</id><published>2008-12-06T22:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:23:44.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>I’ve been thinking a lot about family traditions and what family traditions we would like to start in our family. One tradition we’ve decided to start is going out and cutting down our Christmas tree. Brian and I actually did this the first year we were married but skipped last year due to the horrible morning sickness I was experiencing. This year I’ve been so excited about cutting down our tree. I’ve been picturing how the day would go for a few weeks now. Needless to say, the day did not go as I envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out great. Brian, Camden and I had a relaxing morning and headed out after Cam’s first nap. Everything was going the way I had planned. To make things even better… it was snowing outside! After stopping by Lowe’s to get work gloves and twine (hard lesson learned the 1st year we did this) and by Toys R Us to buy Wii Fit (yeh!), we headed to the tree farm. Once we arrived we realized it wasn’t the same one we went to two years prior. I was a little disappointed since that one had Santa and this one didn’t but things were still okay. After putting Cam in his snowsuit I realized the Baby Bjorn wasn’t going to work. It wouldn’t snap over his snowsuit. This is where things fell apart. The only other option was to put him in his car seat and carry him. He started crying and we were freezing. To make a long story short, we didn’t see Santa, we didn’t drink hot chocolate by the fire, and we didn’t get a Blue Spruce Christmas Tree. In fact, we didn’t cut down a tree at all! Instead we drove 40 minutes to get a precut tree that we could have gotten at Anderson’s which is 2 minutes from our house! Now don’t get me wrong, we actually had a great day and it was definitely memorable. This is one tradition that we will continue. I just hope Camden enjoys himself a little more next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st time in snowsuit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277054389071879858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STvdAgELnrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lHhLSC-CiJQ/s320/Camden+-+November+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the tree farm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277054403035179858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STvdBUFSq1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/iboQndZjbbM/s320/Camden+-+November+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precut trees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277054408771872738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STvdBpdBp-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ewU8EB3qAGo/s320/Camden+-+November+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brian did most of the work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277054410902493778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STvdBxZAWlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/abb_aDpyXxY/s320/Camden+-+November+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6003289826894188920?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6003289826894188920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6003289826894188920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6003289826894188920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6003289826894188920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STvdAgELnrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lHhLSC-CiJQ/s72-c/Camden+-+November+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-4895847370793884772</id><published>2008-12-02T21:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:19:08.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&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;Brian, Camden and I (and the pups) had a wonderful Thanksgiving with our family. It started the Sunday before Thanksgiving when my dad, Grandma and Aunt came to visit. My dad spend the afternoon holding and spoiling Camden while the rest of us played Wii. My Grandma almost beat me in bowling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandpa Adams and Camden sneaking in a quick nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397690442255810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STX6P8u6DcI/AAAAAAAAATw/PD5MjLZrJag/s320/Camden+-+November+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving morning Brian and I loaded up the Jeep. After we packed everything we “needed” for Camden, I didn’t think we were going to have enough room for our stuff or for the pups. It looked like we packed the entire house! I didn’t realize we would need so much for a weekend trip. It turns out we didn’t. When there’s family around that doesn’t see Camden on a daily basis they are all you need. Next time the swing and Bumpo stay at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Decatur, Grandma and Grandpa Laurent got their hugs and kisses in and then we headed over to Aunt Charlotte's house. There were several family members who Camden had never met so it was nice to be able to spend the day with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275391062867509938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STX0OLF9ArI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lcsPnYHkRFs/s320/Camden+-+November+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275391067491516354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STX0OcUZv8I/AAAAAAAAATA/AFXcSBDUHhU/s320/Camden+-+November+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after Thanksgiving, Terri and I head out to join in the Black Friday festivities. We left the house at 4:45am and headed to Babies R Us. After BRU we headed to Target and quickly figured out they didn’t open until 6am. People were standing outside in the freezing cold, in a line that wrapped around the building..crazy! We decided we didn’t need anything that bad so we moved on to Toys R Us. It was the same way. I hope Camden doesn’t ever want something that I can only get by standing in line for hours in the cold and then for hours in line to pay for it. But if he does, myself or Brian will probably do it just so we can see the excitement on his face Christmas morning. Anyway, we stopped a Starbucks and Wal Mart and were home by 8:30am! I think we got a lot done in a short amount of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the remainder of the weekend at the lake cottage. Friday evening was spent entertaining my nephew Zane and Camden. It was cute to see the boys together. On Saturday, Pat and Maya headed up and we celebrated Thanksgiving with Aunt Beth, Karly, Ben and Uncle Dan. I love the holidays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275397695691483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STX6QQSa6kI/AAAAAAAAAT4/s3fBFH9xQhg/s320/Camden+-+November.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such a great weekend. We have so much to be thankful for!&lt;/p&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/5390883246844072301-4895847370793884772?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/4895847370793884772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=4895847370793884772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4895847370793884772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/4895847370793884772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/STX6P8u6DcI/AAAAAAAAATw/PD5MjLZrJag/s72-c/Camden+-+November+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1891255923409600585</id><published>2008-11-26T07:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:05:07.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>OSU/Michigan Weekend!!!!</title><content type='html'>First a side note – Our pictures are saved to our personal computer and the internet is hooked up to my work computer, because of this I haven’t been posting as often as I would like. The reason – I like to post pictures to go along with what I write. But from now on I’m going to blog and then come back and post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend – Camden and I “celebrated” his 1st OSU/Michigan game with Laurel, Jason, Cole and some other friends, while Brian headed down to campus to tailgate. We started the morning off by sending pic text of Camden wearing his “Poop on Michigan” shirt to some friends and family. He was so excited. He was even smiling in the picture! I’m brainwashing my child! Not only has he worn an OSU every Saturday since he was born (football season) but I made him wear this “Poop on Michigan” shirt twice last week and he made a “Stomp on Michigan” art project at daycare. He’s either going to love OSU or rebel and love Michigan! Anyway, OSU really did stomp on Michigan this year. I’ve never seen them so bad. (BTW - Abbey and Tim - we missed you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game and after we all realized Penn State was going to win their game and OSU would probably not be going to the Rose Bowl, Camden and I head home. Before bed, I changed Camden into the Penn State outfit and sent a pic text to is G-ma and G-pa Laurent with the words “Go Big Ten!”. Terri and Terry called and said it looks like I beat him before putting on the outfit. I told them actually as soon as I put it on his started pooping! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my dad, grandma and aunt came to visit. My dad is so cute with Camden. He brought him a new outfit and book. When he gave it to me I could see he was a little teary eyed. I can tell he loves Camden so much. When he visits he doesn’t put Camden down. Even when Camden gets fussy, my dad just holds him and rocks him until he calms down. I love seeing the two of the bond. I have a cute picture that Brian took of the two of them sleeping on the couch. While my dad was holding Camden, the rest of us played Wii Bowling. All in all it was a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blurry cell pic but still cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camden in his "Poop on Michigan" shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273012625614241250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SS2BC53i_eI/AAAAAAAAASg/t6-8xzYQ-bU/s400/112208_10411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden with the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273012627817017378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SS2BDCEusCI/AAAAAAAAASo/maq3zH_q0Xs/s400/112208_14461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1891255923409600585?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1891255923409600585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1891255923409600585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1891255923409600585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1891255923409600585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/11/osumichigan-weekend.html' title='OSU/Michigan Weekend!!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SS2BC53i_eI/AAAAAAAAASg/t6-8xzYQ-bU/s72-c/112208_10411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6843737512977252298</id><published>2008-11-26T07:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:15:14.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Wii...</title><content type='html'>A lot of our friends and family have it and Brian finally talked me into it - We bought a Wii. Brian is so excited. He’s like a kid in a candy store. He called me three times the night I was supposed to get it to make sure I actually bought it! And the night after we got it, we spent the entire night moving furniture around so we would have more room to play it. The family room actually turned out great. I love the new arrangement! Anyway, our plan is to get Wii fit so we can try to get in shape. Everyone is sold out of it right now but hopefully we can get it soon. We also want to get Tiger Woods golf and the original Mario Bros. I can’t wait to plan a Wii Party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6843737512977252298?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6843737512977252298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6843737512977252298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6843737512977252298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6843737512977252298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/11/wii.html' title='Wii...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2653122984965720485</id><published>2008-11-08T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:43:00.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>Three Months Old...</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and the first thing I said to you was “Happy 3 month Birthday”. I’ve spent the day telling you how big and cute you are and how much you’ve changed. And now I’m sitting down to write you your 3 month letter and I find myself feeling a little sad. I just checked my email and I got an update from Whattoexpect.com. The subject of the email is “Your 3-Month-Old Baby: Newborn No More:. The article goes on to say that at 3 months you are officially an infant. WHAT?! Not a newborn? But you’re my precious little newborn. I love seeing you grow and change daily but I’m not ready for you to loose the label of Newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed over the past month. The first big change being...I started work and you started daycare. You started on a Monday and I started work on Wednesday. It’s a good thing we planned it that way because I cried Monday morning before we left the house, when we dropped you off, when I called our Grandma Ziegman and when your Grandma Laurent called to see how the day went. Now keep in mind, our Grandma Laurent called after I had already picked you up! I also cried Tuesday morning but by Wednesday I was fine. That may have been because your daddy dropped you off alone on Wednesday. Anyway, daycare is going well. You even made your 1st art project. It’s your footprint made into a ghost for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this every month but you have grown and changed so much this past month. I had to clean out your closet again. You’re now wearing all 3-6mth clothing and even some 6-9mth and you’ve moved into size 2 diapers! Tummy time is still difficult for you but it’s getting better. You’ve also started to roll to your side while playing on your activity mat and you’re reaching for your toys. You’re also talking all the time and you even laughed for the 1st time this month. I can’t wait to hear that more often. OH! And Daddy's happy - you held you're 1st golf club!Another thing you’ve started to do this month – pull my hair. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting things that happened this month –&lt;br /&gt;- Grandma and Grandpa Laurent came to visit. Grandpa was excited because Penn State beat OSU.&lt;br /&gt;- You attended your first wedding and your first baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;- We went to the zoo again. We’ll be spending a lot of time there thanks to G-ma and G-pa L.&lt;br /&gt;- You’re 1st Halloween – You were a pumpkin at daycare and Tigger while we handed out candy.&lt;br /&gt;- We went to the pumpkin patch and daddy picked out a pumpkin for you.&lt;br /&gt;- You attended your 1st hockey game. Laurel, Jason and Cole went with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266849238384282962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SRebejNujVI/AAAAAAAAASY/i-8Ij27GaoI/s400/October+20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2653122984965720485?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2653122984965720485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2653122984965720485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2653122984965720485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2653122984965720485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-months.html' title='Three Months Old...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SRebejNujVI/AAAAAAAAASY/i-8Ij27GaoI/s72-c/October+20081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8593658574355336909</id><published>2008-11-01T22:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:35:46.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>Two Firsts in One Day...</title><content type='html'>Camden laughed for the 1st time today! Brian was playing "Tickle Monster" with him and he laughed! It was so cute. His 1st smile was for Brian and now his first laugh was too! Should I be jealous? I guess at least I've been there during these firsts! Anyway, the second first that occured today...Camden held a golf club for the first time! We're so proud!!! I think we have a future PGA player on our hands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263883110594306530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQ0RzMIm4eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EAOJsk3CTMw/s320/Camden+-+November+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263883119898389202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQ0Rzuy36tI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZdyAJ1yN60g/s320/Camden+-+November+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-8593658574355336909?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8593658574355336909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8593658574355336909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8593658574355336909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8593658574355336909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-firsts-in-one-day.html' title='Two Firsts in One Day...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQ0RzMIm4eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EAOJsk3CTMw/s72-c/Camden+-+November+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-8094771620459630344</id><published>2008-11-01T17:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:24:53.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQzH7oyIHqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EkbP-gjXlHc/s1600-h/Camden+-+October.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263801891863142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQzH7oyIHqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EkbP-gjXlHc/s400/Camden+-+October.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember a better Halloween. It was such a great day. It started off when I got a picture text from my two guys. When I opened it I saw Brian holding Camden who was dressed in his pumpkin outfit for daycare. What a great way to start the morning. Then in the afternoon the three of us headed to the zoo! We had so much fun! I think Camden's favorite part was the aquarium. After the zoo, we dressed Camden in his Tigger costume. ADORABLE! I know I'm a little bias but he's the cutest thing ever. We passed out candy with all of our neighbors and towards the end of the evening we all walked around the neigborhood and passing out our remaining candy. After trick-or-treat was over we ordered pizza and hung out in our neighbor's driveway for a bit. It was such a fun day. &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/5390883246844072301-8094771620459630344?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/8094771620459630344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=8094771620459630344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8094771620459630344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/8094771620459630344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQzH7oyIHqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EkbP-gjXlHc/s72-c/Camden+-+October.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-913447925368624606</id><published>2008-10-26T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:23:41.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Congratulations Andrea and Tom</title><content type='html'>Brian, Camden and I traveled to Indianpolis last weekend to attend my friend Andrea's wedding. It was so nice to see all of my friends who I haven't seen in such a long time. As for the wedding itself, everything was gorgeous! At one point, Brian said he felt like he was in a movie. Everything was perfect - the location, the colors, the cake, the food, the flowers, the dress...perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden stayed with Grandma Laurent and Zane while we attended the wedding but he did go to the reception with us. I wanted everyone to have a chance to meet him. We danced to our song and then he passed out! He looked so adorable in his outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQUJzsGJtNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZNUuKZnfNu0/s320/October+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-913447925368624606?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/913447925368624606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=913447925368624606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/913447925368624606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/913447925368624606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/10/congratulations-andrea-and-tom.html' title='Congratulations Andrea and Tom'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SQUJzsGJtNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZNUuKZnfNu0/s72-c/October+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7401472339064875519</id><published>2008-10-11T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:42:45.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Hard week coming up...</title><content type='html'>We have a hard week coming up. Camden starts daycare  and I start work.  I'm not looking forward to either one. I mean, I'm looking forward to getting back to work in a way but I've really enjoyed my time at home with my little boy. And the thought of leaving him at daycare just upsets me. The 1st two days are "trial" days... a way for me to work myself into leaving him there. I think once he's there, I'll be fine. It's the walking out the door and leaving him with a complete stranger that will be the hard part. Luckily Brian will be dropping him off most mornings! The good thing is I will be working my way back into a full work day. I will be working from 7am-noon in the office and then work from home for a few hours in the afternoon so Cam won't have to be at daycare the entire day at least until the 1st of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know he'll be fine and adjust well. I just need to get through the 1st day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7401472339064875519?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7401472339064875519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7401472339064875519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7401472339064875519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7401472339064875519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-week-coming-up.html' title='Hard week coming up...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-6962347442472329012</id><published>2008-10-11T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:42:26.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>Two Months Old...</title><content type='html'>2 Months – You are now 13 pounds and 23.5 inches long!! I can’t believe how fast you’re growing. You’ve changed so much over the past 9 weeks. You’re smiling all the time! You’ve also started sticking out your tongue. It’s a “game” we play together. Daddy or I will stick out our tongue and you copy us or vice versa. It’s so cute and gets you smiling every time. Another thing you enjoy doing is lying on your activity mat and reaching up for the toys that are hanging down. You’re not very fond of tummy time yet. I’m sure that will soon change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your sleeping habits during the night, they’ve improved - either that or I’m just getting used to not sleeping. The good thing is you’re sleeping in your own room. You started sleeping in there consistently when you were about 3 weeks old. We’ve started a bedtime routine and you’ve started to fall asleep in your crib which is nice but you’re having a hard time staying asleep after your nighttime feeding. You typically wake up around 2:30am to eat and then wake up every hour until 6:30am at which time I just stay up. Again, I love you wanting me with you but Camden, Mommy needs sleep. I start work next week so we’ll have more of a daily routine. I’m sure that will help. I’m hoping we can get you to eat at 2:30am and then sleep until 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fun thing we’ve started doing this month is Baby Laptime. We go to the library on Mondays for about ½ hour. We learn songs and read books and at the end of the class you have a chance to socialize with other infants. When you’re awake you seem to enjoy yourself. I’ve learned a few new songs which I’m sure you are happy about. I think you were getting sick of hearing the ABC’s 20 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your 1st set of shots on Friday. I have to say you handled it like a champ. You only cried for about a minute and then seemed to be fine. The doctor was impressed with your eye contact and said you’re doing great. He also laughed when I told him about you waking up every hour and said that you have me trained well! All I could do is agree with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;1st trip to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;We took a road trip to Cleveland to visit Grandpa Adams and for you to meet my side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;We took a road trip to Indianapolis to visit Aunt Maya, Uncle Pat, and Cousin Zane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-6962347442472329012?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/6962347442472329012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=6962347442472329012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6962347442472329012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/6962347442472329012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-months.html' title='Two Months Old...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-548244138930642610</id><published>2008-10-02T10:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:05:39.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>First Trip to the Zoo...</title><content type='html'>The Columbus Blue Jackets had an event at the Zoo Tuesday evening so Brian and I decided it would be the perfect time to take Camden. The event took place after the zoo closed so we basically had the exibits to ourselves. Although we only spent about 30 minutes looking at select animals it was so much fun. Our first stop was the penquin exhibit. Camden was sleeping as you can see below. We then headed over to see the lion which had decided to move indoors so we could only see his huge paw. After that we walked over to the tiger exhibit which we all three loved and spent most of our time. There were two tigers - one was laying around but the other one was playing with a ball. It was awesome to see this huge tiger playing ball just like our little pups do. Brian took some cute pics and we moved on to some smaller animals and then the elephants and rhino's. I can't wait to take him back next year when he will actually be interested in what we're seeing. The best part of the night for me was seeing Brian holding Camden, explaining the animals to him and telling him stories of when his grandma and grandpa brought him to the Columbus Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253113721672276946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObPGQEBm9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KQyW-Tsgnm0/s320/Camden+-+zoo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNQtX_8cI/AAAAAAAAANw/K6I5ekiaGtw/s1600-h/Camden+-+zoo+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253111702316118466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNQtX_8cI/AAAAAAAAANw/K6I5ekiaGtw/s320/Camden+-+zoo+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNQ06PBYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QvjJ2hoqby0/s1600-h/Camden+-+zoo+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253111704338761090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNQ06PBYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QvjJ2hoqby0/s320/Camden+-+zoo+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNRIXNwSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3fBxJ647-Sk/s1600-h/Camden+-+zoo+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253111709560586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNRIXNwSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3fBxJ647-Sk/s320/Camden+-+zoo+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNRBW9rmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SFXe96zvo-Y/s1600-h/Camden+-+zoo+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253111707680484962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObNRBW9rmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SFXe96zvo-Y/s320/Camden+-+zoo+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-548244138930642610?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/548244138930642610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=548244138930642610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/548244138930642610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/548244138930642610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='First Trip to the Zoo...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SObPGQEBm9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KQyW-Tsgnm0/s72-c/Camden+-+zoo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1352997091101370868</id><published>2008-09-29T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:52:51.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Cool Website...</title><content type='html'>While reading Parents magazine, I came across an ad for Cozi.com - an online calendar. I decided to check it out because I've been looking for a way to keep Brian and I organized on what we have going on especially since the hockey season has started. I've tried the calendar on the fridge and it doesn't work. We both keep things on Outlook at work. The great thing about this online calendar is that you can sync it to Outlook! Oh - and you can start/keep your grocery list (or other lists) on the website and if you forget to print it off...you can text it to your phone. Anyway, Brian and I are going to try it out.  - Just thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-1352997091101370868?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/1352997091101370868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=1352997091101370868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1352997091101370868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/1352997091101370868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/09/cool-website.html' title='Cool Website...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-56553983379960459</id><published>2008-09-25T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:39:35.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Sickness...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was fine all morning but then around 1:30pm I started to feel sick. Abbey stopped by to visit on her way back to Decatur and I just kept telling her that I felt nauseous. After she left I laid on the couch with Camden and started to fall asleep when all of a sudden...I couldn't even make it to the bathroom! I spent the rest of the afternoon calling Brian (who was golfing) hoping he would check is phone. How was I going to make it though the rest of the day? No one tells you how to take care of a newborn when you can barely stand or take care of yourself. Needless to say, we made it through. Brian got home around 7pm and I immediately handed Cam over to him and went straight to bed. Around 11pm Brian said Camden needed to be feed and told me he was starting to feel sick. Anyway, Brian and I were sick the entire night. This morning when I took our temps - mine was 100.4 and B's was 100.9. My fever finally broke around 1pm and I started to feel fine, Brian however, now had a temperature of 101.9! The good news is Camden seems to be fin - I've been taking his temperature all day.  Hopefully Brian starts to feel better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-56553983379960459?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/56553983379960459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=56553983379960459&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/56553983379960459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/56553983379960459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/09/sickness.html' title='Sickness...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-760628368414780664</id><published>2008-09-23T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:44:55.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden'/><title type='text'>Smile...</title><content type='html'>I finally got some pictures of Camden smiling while trying to take pictures for his birth announcement (I'm a little behind). I couldn't get a full face smile out of him but I hope to get that on camera soon. I thought these were cute so I just had to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SNmaN8CzlvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ybm_AoaJNh0/s1600-h/Camden+-+6+weeks+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249396404923897586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SNmaN8CzlvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ybm_AoaJNh0/s320/Camden+-+6+weeks+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SNmaOR8kHfI/AAAAAAAAANY/vB9a8owSr4k/s1600-h/Camden+-+6+weeks+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249396410803297778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SNmaOR8kHfI/AAAAAAAAANY/vB9a8owSr4k/s320/Camden+-+6+weeks+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SNmaO7wFiFI/AAAAAAAAANg/sfaUZc0u-qE/s1600-h/Camden+-+6+weeks+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-760628368414780664?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/760628368414780664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=760628368414780664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/760628368414780664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/760628368414780664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile.html' title='Smile...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SNmaN8CzlvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ybm_AoaJNh0/s72-c/Camden+-+6+weeks+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-7967820836416198889</id><published>2008-09-17T14:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:36:00.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden - Milestone'/><title type='text'>First Smile...</title><content type='html'>Finally! Yes, Camden finally smiled a really smile!! It happened yesterday morning. You would think that he would have smiled at me, his mom. The person he sees the most but no. He smiled at Brian. I was there. I was in the middle of feeding him. He just got done burping and he seemed to be in a good mood. I was talking and singing to him...trying to get him to smile. Brian walked in to say bye before leaving for work and he started talking to him and all of a sudden we saw this huge full face smile! It was the most precious thing. He them gave me a half face smile when Brian left. He didn't really smile again until Brian got home last night. Brian was holding him and he smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Camden you should be smiling for mommy! I'm the one who carried you for NINE MONTHS and I the one who has been anxiously awaiting your first smile!! Okay - Daddy was too but I'm the mom and the one home with you all the time!! It's okay. I'm looking forward to seeing a lifetime of those smiles!! Can't wait until you're doing it on a regular basis so I can get some pics!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-7967820836416198889?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/7967820836416198889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=7967820836416198889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7967820836416198889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/7967820836416198889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-smile.html' title='First Smile...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-5306466470435432778</id><published>2008-09-14T12:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:21:26.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>A First...</title><content type='html'>Camden fell asleep in his crib all by himself. I put him in the crib with his mobile and music on so I could fold clothes. After a while I realize he hadn't started to cry. I looked in and he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to take a picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also attached a picture we took yesterday. I was rocking him and he started sucking his thumb! So cute! Although, I hope he doesn't start doing this on a regular basis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245922031431268626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SM1CSyLbORI/AAAAAAAAANA/t4tlmzJyTYs/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245923957694520850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SM1EC6EX3hI/AAAAAAAAANI/RtTs5qok8Ks/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-5306466470435432778?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/5306466470435432778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=5306466470435432778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5306466470435432778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/5306466470435432778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/09/first.html' title='A First...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SM1CSyLbORI/AAAAAAAAANA/t4tlmzJyTYs/s72-c/DSC00970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-2105514143850219940</id><published>2008-09-13T07:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:21:53.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>Towards the end of last year I talked to my manager about going back to school to earn a Certificate of Accounting Concentration. I had done some research and found that Columbus State offered this program so instead of earning an MBA which I started in Indy, it would be like I had double majored in business: marketing and accounting. I would basically just be fulfilling the accounting requirements. This would take less time than an MBA and get me to the same point – credits needed to take the CPA if I ever decided to and the ability to get a better accounting position. Anyway, right after I found this information I found out I was pregnant and that changed everything. I had a difficult time concentrating in class one I got engaged - there was no way I was going to take classes while preparing for Camden's arrival! Now that Camden is here I’ve started thinking about it again. But is this what I truly want to do or do I want to start doing the wedding planning? And do I want to dedicate the time to it? I would only take one class a quarter (love the quarter system) so four or five classes a year and it should only take two years but that’s time taken away from our family. I'm already having a hard time knowing that I have to go back to work soon. The idea of leaving him for most of the day - I don't want to think about it. Between class time, time for homework and studying…What if I was at class and Camden decided that was the night to start crawling or say his first word? Or is now the right time since he's so small. When he's older we'll be doing more things together and it may be more difficult. Plus, going back would mean more work for Brian. He would have to be the one taking care of Camden while I was in class. The up side it that completing this certificate would mean better opportunities in the future and it would give me more confidence in what I am doing. I’m not sure what to do. The good thing is it’s too late to decide this quarter because classes are starting. I think I’ll take the first step and meet with an advisor in the program. I'd like to see what classes will transfer from OSU and IUPUI and how much time will need to be dedicated. I’ll let you know what I decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390883246844072301-2105514143850219940?l=bklaurent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/feeds/2105514143850219940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390883246844072301&amp;postID=2105514143850219940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2105514143850219940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390883246844072301/posts/default/2105514143850219940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bklaurent.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11796650523978874340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05oBHPF44Rk/SMxBIf8pjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5DpaxSMReXo/S220/KB_111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390883246844072301.post-1482795709845749757</id><published>2008-09-12T13:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:41:45.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camden&apos;s Letter'/><title type='text'>One M
