<?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-3569430938528509230</id><updated>2012-01-22T16:18:32.331-08:00</updated><category term='babys first tastes'/><category term='football season'/><category term='anniversarys'/><category term='2009'/><category term='GLEE'/><category term='mmm cooking.'/><category term='adorable baby'/><category term='childhood memories/obsessions'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='/now sucks....'/><category term='cuteness'/><category term='baby cuteness'/><category term='First shoes'/><category term='my first foods'/><category term='cuisine'/><category term='oops'/><category term='things that make mommy 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5849447254971284537</id><published>2012-01-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:22:00.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><title type='text'>Second Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2gCX1FnIwk/Tw5eri_vNiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ilj8usl0bYs/s1600/DSC_0059.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/-l2gCX1FnIwk/Tw5eri_vNiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ilj8usl0bYs/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696594680891782690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart." &lt;br /&gt;                            ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5849447254971284537?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2gCX1FnIwk/Tw5eri_vNiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ilj8usl0bYs/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7420748896569029408</id><published>2012-01-10T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:03:59.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a homeowner is awesome'/><title type='text'>This one is for the birds....</title><content type='html'>The running joke in my house the past couple of months is that the husband hears things (as opposed to seeing dead people). He asked me if I heard what sounded like birds chirping. I did not, and chalked it up to my husband loosing his mind earlier then expected (and who would blame him, right?) He said it sounded like it was coming from the vent above the microwave/stove and usually started when he turned on the fan while cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in my living room this morning, I hear this big THUD above the microwave/stove. The sound of one, if not more, birds trying desperately to get out of an area they don't belong in. As if on queue, my 85 pound German Shepherd chimes in and makes his feelings of disapproval known by barking hysterically. I have birds chirping, a dog barking at a bird chirping, a bird banging itself into the walls. It had to be something out of a comedy movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might as yourself: "Who would I call to get a bird out of my walls?" No, not Ghostbusters. After Googling just that, I called a local pest place. They do not "do birds". I asked if she knew of anyone that did, she did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another Google search, I found a semi-local company with raving testimonials on their website for the removal of birds in walls. I called and was able to get an apt. in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "bird man" showed up,and we determined what vent the bird may possibly be flying into. He hoisted up on a ladder against the house and with a camera shoved down the vent, saw only minimal nest making material. He commented multiple times about how it's "early" in the year for birds to be nesting in vents of homes, and I was actually his first "bird" call. One thing I didn't think of to prove that a bird was indeed flying in this vent to make a home, while not paying rent, was bird droppings on the side of the house where the vent is. There was a little, which indicated that the birds hadn't been visiting long. We decided the best course of action would be to put some mesh wiring over the vent and that should be enough to keep it out (there was no evidence that a nest/eggs had been set up yet, therefore trapping potential baby birds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 10 minutes of the bird man leaving, I hear pecking on the side of the house where the vent is. I sneak outside, very quietly, to try to catch said bird in action and sure enough..there was a bird trying to peck through the mesh which is now blocking its attempt at squatting in my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-rent paying, squatting birds: 0   Owner of the Big Red House: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7420748896569029408?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7420748896569029408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7420748896569029408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7420748896569029408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7420748896569029408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-one-is-for-birds.html' title='This one is for the birds....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5986019326409888530</id><published>2012-01-09T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:41:56.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the what'/><title type='text'>And the most awkward kiss of 2011 goes to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s7JfkPRdHao" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From TLC's The Virgin Diaries. And you thought sex ed. in high school gave you the giggles.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5986019326409888530?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5986019326409888530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5986019326409888530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5986019326409888530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5986019326409888530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-most-awkward-kiss-of-2011-goes-to.html' title='And the most awkward kiss of 2011 goes to....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s7JfkPRdHao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-217435665172753864</id><published>2012-01-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:02:05.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life musings'/><title type='text'>When insomnia strikes...</title><content type='html'>I have insomnia, and it's not my friend. My brain just does NOT shut down at night and I lay there thinking all sorts of things. I had tried Melatonin in the past, went away from it, and just recently I would try this "natural" remedy again. Melatonin, is also not my friend. It's not working. So the past few nights, and I lay in bed trying desperately to shut off the voice in my head, I read. I learn things at all hours of the night that would shock you. Here are a couple of tid bits from my most recent bout of this fabulous problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alec Baldwin is back on Twitter (a side note: I don't tweet..it confuses me...but apparently his absence post "Words with Friends/Airplane" freakout) and he was missed by the Twitter community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Justin Bieber got a tattoo of...wait for it...JESUS on the back of his calf. Oh Justin Bieber..why you gotta go all religious on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.A guy who legally changed his name to "Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop" (no, I didn't make that up) was arrest in his home town last week. In my opinion, he's guilty of nothing but an AWESOME name. Then I pondered what you would call him.."Beezow"? "Mr. Bop-Bop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BEYONCE HAD HER BABY. I mean, really? This is EVERYWHERE on the net. Blue Ivy Carter? Ivy Blue Carter? Either way..that baby is rich, ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After all of this mind numbing information, I resorted to the current book I'm reading, "Summer at Tiffany".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-217435665172753864?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/217435665172753864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=217435665172753864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/217435665172753864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/217435665172753864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-insomnia-strikes.html' title='When insomnia strikes...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3460014707517839570</id><published>2012-01-07T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:15:40.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make you go'/><title type='text'>I'm not a Mac, I'm a PC</title><content type='html'>Mac vs. PC....I've been "trained" on PC's, and have played around with some Mac's but have never been too impressed. I never really got the Iphone craze because I've never had one. I've played around with a couple, but I never really saw the difference between them and my fabulous HTC android phone. My phone has the apps. on it I want, it texts and dials phone numbers just fine. Then came...SIRI. When I first saw an ad for Siri before Christmas, I looked at the huband and said "I WANT THAT!!" The Iphone 4GS craze then started. My current cell phone company has finally jumped on board and started offering Iphones. It seemed the writing was on the wall. But I resisted. Yes, the ad with Santa using Siri as his "personal planner" was adorable and I would stop dead in my tracks when it came on, but I didn't want to go through the whole mess of calling my cell phone company, upgrading the phone, agreeing to contracts, etc. Then came...the Ipad2. I've longed for one for a while, not sure how much I may use/benefit from it, but not really expecting to make the jump. Then my husband jumped for the both of us. I have to say, I love it, and as of now I use it a ton. The battery life is awesome, the screen is so clear and fast, and the app store brings me much enjoyment. I read books on it (thank you Kindle app), of course Facebook, and it's so light and easy to travel with. And, it's pretty. While I don't think I would give up my pink Dell laptop for a Mac Airbook, I'm still eying that Iphone...but for now, we are a 1 device (out of many thanks to my husband working in the field) Mac household. For now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3460014707517839570?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3460014707517839570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3460014707517839570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3460014707517839570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3460014707517839570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-mac-im-pc.html' title='I&apos;m not a Mac, I&apos;m a PC'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-9075065208554691000</id><published>2012-01-06T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:08:20.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Oh how you were missed, Casey Anthony...</title><content type='html'>I was, for lack of a better word, obsessed with this trial. My mother in law was visiting from Montana when this first went down in 2008 and as she was watching it unfold on CNN, I became hooked. So when the "trial of the century" came due this year, I was ready. It drug on, days where I didn't worry about watching because I didn't care about the science of bugs that may or may not describe death drug on. Then of course, the infamous "Not Guilty" verdict. Of OJ proportions. I was at the eye Dr. trying on new glasses (my getting older eyes) and my mom texted me. I was so ready to be home and watching the SECOND that verdict was read. People were outraged, death threats ensued. It was mayhem. Then she disappeared. Just like that. Recently, a video has been uncovered of her, and she's as bat shit crazy as she's always been. Talking about how she doesn't like to be on camera, but will continue to do video diaries (bi-polar much?), her glasses are too big for her face, and she's obviously wearing a wig. There are also reports she has a boyfriend, a cell phone (gasp!!), and a job? What I want to know is, how does it feel to be the most hated girl in America Miss Anthony? Now back to our regular scheduled programming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-9075065208554691000?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/9075065208554691000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=9075065208554691000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/9075065208554691000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/9075065208554691000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-how-you-were-missed-casey-anthony.html' title='Oh how you were missed, Casey Anthony...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8634763147061048969</id><published>2012-01-05T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:00:40.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep life thoughts...'/><title type='text'>Resolutions....or lack there of</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know they're all over the web right now. People making promises to themselves as to how they'll "better" themselves this year. What they can do "differently", or "better". &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;/span&gt; I do not like, nor participate in, such New Years Resolutions. My feeling is you can make resolutions at any point in the year. Going to loose all that weight magically starting Jan. 1st? Really?  I don't think I'm aware of one person I know who is able to keep a resolution they make for a full 12 months. I have things I want to do, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; do, instead of "resolve" to do. Some I may get to, some I may not. But these ideas were in this small brain of mine plenty before Dick Clark (bless his heart) counted down the last 17 seconds of 2011, all be it 1 second behind thanks to his previous stroke. For your visual entertainment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As stated earlier, participate in Blog365. My sister in law laid down the challenge, I accepted..so here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel. While there are places on the "long term" bucket list that will remain, a couple of places I'd REALLY like to aim for this year. They include: the Oregon Coast (as is tradition with me and the husband on our anniversary come July), Montana? (the in laws live there), maybe Victoria, BC? Note to self: must now have passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep those close, closer. (aka: try to be a more improved friend) Make time, go out of my way, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put more money away. People always want to do this, and I'm pretty good at it for the most part...but I could def. do better (and this would help with number 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take more time to enjoy the "little" things. Also, something I think people/me should be doing all of the time. While pregnant with Amelia, I HATED hearing "it goes by so fast". Sadly, it's true. I need to be a more patient parent, and laugh a little more about being dead smack in the middle of the "trying 4's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I hope to be able to post, at some point throughout the year, about checking any/all of these off. It would make me feel like I'm doing something with myself, other then just "being".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now."&lt;br /&gt;                           ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8634763147061048969?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8634763147061048969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8634763147061048969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8634763147061048969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8634763147061048969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutionsor-lack-there-of.html' title='Resolutions....or lack there of'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7793376652588062828</id><published>2012-01-04T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:14:10.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Weds.'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the theme of my Blog365 experiment, my sister in law introduced me to something she does on her blog called "Wordless Weds." So...welcome to the first, of many, wordless Weds. (which I understand has words..but won't going forward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Z0-jkJSYA/TwY8fNEmRwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7at-Ns5y5IM/s1600/DSC_0168.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/-g4Z0-jkJSYA/TwY8fNEmRwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7at-Ns5y5IM/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694305285639128834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7793376652588062828?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7793376652588062828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7793376652588062828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7793376652588062828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7793376652588062828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Z0-jkJSYA/TwY8fNEmRwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7at-Ns5y5IM/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8238994859220865357</id><published>2012-01-03T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:07:14.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try this'/><title type='text'>In other...funny news...</title><content type='html'>I found this suggestive sillyness recently, and in light of the 100 year anniversary of this event, I found it funny (off sense of humor, I know).*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/syncing-the-titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 342px;" src="http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/syncing-the-titanic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also note, I have since done this with my Ipod for my car, and giggle every time I see it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8238994859220865357?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8238994859220865357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8238994859220865357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8238994859220865357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8238994859220865357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-otherfunny-news.html' title='In other...funny news...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5903626133606342472</id><published>2012-01-02T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:04:30.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go ducks'/><title type='text'>Go ducks</title><content type='html'>Forever duck fans, and Alumni, we will always bleed green and yellow. Today, the first time in 50 years, we won the rose bowl. As  the Saying goes..it's a great day to be a duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5903626133606342472?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5903626133606342472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5903626133606342472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5903626133606342472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5903626133606342472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-ducks.html' title='Go ducks'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5143170413882120034</id><published>2012-01-01T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:26:17.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revival'/><title type='text'>We're baaaack!</title><content type='html'>Why hello there. The Amelia J family is still here. Life just got, well, busy. Mommy forgot to blog. I've been asked if I'm going to "re-start" the blog for a while, and always answered "yeah yeah". Well...Christmas 2010 came a friendly "wager", if you will, from sister in law Christie. She has participated in Blog365 once before, and challenged me to jump on board. Why not..as I've spent the past 30 min. reading through old blog posts, I'm missing out on writing down and documenting life! I'm thinking about starting another blog, and switching between the 2, but none the less..I take the "blog365 challenge of 2012" on! Plus, I'm thinking a handsome "reward" will be in order for me at the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5143170413882120034?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5143170413882120034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5143170413882120034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5143170413882120034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5143170413882120034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-baaaack.html' title='We&apos;re baaaack!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-321779186727817998</id><published>2010-12-31T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:21:48.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PictoBrowser101231212035"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "500", "500", "8", "#DDDDDD"); so.addParam("quality", "low"); so.addParam("scale", "noscale"); so.addParam("align", "mid"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157625592498293"); so.addVariable("names", "Christmas 2010"); so.addVariable("userName", "uofomeg"); so.addVariable("userId", "94961079@N00"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.write("PictoBrowser101231212035"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-321779186727817998?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/321779186727817998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=321779186727817998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/321779186727817998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/321779186727817998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-928200296509743597</id><published>2010-08-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:10:00.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny girl'/><title type='text'>This girl knows her Yo Gabba Gabba.....</title><content type='html'>As I've said before, Miss Amels happens to have a new love...called Yo Gabba Gabba. She requests it daily, and we're now finding that watching the same DVRed show over and over, the child learns something. The other night Aunt Christie and cousin Henry came over at night. Miss Amels was more then happy to get out of bed to great her cousin, and teach him the Yo Gabba Gabba way....thankfully Aunt Christie whipped out the camera and caught this gem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13839111&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13839111&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13839111"&gt;Sleep assistance from Yo Gabba Gabba&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user348905"&gt;Christie Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-928200296509743597?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/928200296509743597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=928200296509743597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/928200296509743597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/928200296509743597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-girl-knows-her-yo-gabba-gabba.html' title='This girl knows her Yo Gabba Gabba.....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-307299655510547404</id><published>2010-07-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:52:54.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life/fun'/><title type='text'>A Saturday Old Fashioned Festival Story</title><content type='html'>Here where I live, it's a small town. Every year, this adorable town puts on an adorable 4 day festival called "the Old Fashioned Festival." They have rides, elephant ears, vendors, a children's parade, a crowning of a queen (yes, there is a court and yes, I'm grooming Amelia to be on it one day). Saturday tends to be the day of BIG events. An early morning parade, a break in the action to ride the rides and eat great local food, then the night is topped off with a crazy expensive 20 minute fireworks show (this, I don't mind my tax dollars going to!). We have gone to the parade the past 2 years, and the fireworks since we've lived here, so that's 4 years. It's tradition people, and I love it. It seems the whole town comes out for the fireworks and while the husband may not appreciate the high school reunion of people he runs into, I enjoy the kids running around the field, dancing to the band with the glow in the dark necklaces waiting for the fireworks, with the background noise of high school kids screaming on overpriced rides. The weather being perfect (mid 60's at night, little hot for the parade reaching around 90, but we managed)...made for a perfect, family and friends Sat. Keep going after the pictures, there is video too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="PictoBrowser100725103518"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "400", "400", "8", "#EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "Old Fashioned Festival, 2010"); so.addVariable("userName", "uofomeg"); so.addVariable("userId", "94961079@N00"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157624579114334"); so.addVariable("titles", "on"); so.addVariable("displayNotes", "on"); so.addVariable("thumbAutoHide", "off"); so.addVariable("imageSize", "medium"); so.addVariable("vAlign", "mid"); so.addVariable("vertOffset", "0"); so.addVariable("colorHexVar", "EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("initialScale", "off"); so.addVariable("bgAlpha", "90"); so.write("PictoBrowser100725103518"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13624117&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13624117&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13624117"&gt;Amels dancing at the parade.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-307299655510547404?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/307299655510547404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=307299655510547404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/307299655510547404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/307299655510547404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday-old-fashioned-festival-story.html' title='A Saturday Old Fashioned Festival Story'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3653636030864676072</id><published>2010-07-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:56:56.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing Amelia'/><title type='text'>Remember when you were little...</title><content type='html'>And we all had those shoes, we bopped around singing to? Or just couldn't wait to see (because of course our parents didn't have DVR's so we HAD to wait for the actual time the show came on)? My daughter has one of those...it goes a little something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13437326&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13437326&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13437326"&gt;Amelia getting excited about Gabba Gabba&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13435131&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13435131&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13435131"&gt;Amelia singing the Yo Gabba Gabba theme song.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3653636030864676072?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3653636030864676072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3653636030864676072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3653636030864676072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3653636030864676072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/remember-when-you-were-little.html' title='Remember when you were little...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1629346265360944972</id><published>2010-07-18T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T07:48:23.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversarys'/><title type='text'>An anniversary story....</title><content type='html'>This past Friday, July 16th, the husband and I celebrated our 5 year anniversary. No one said marriage would be easy, and with ups and downs we're still alive and kickin. It's amazing to me that the "D" word has never entered my household. Makes me a lucky girl. I know people younger then me that are divorced, so 5 years to me (and others I've learned) is one heck of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to for-go our annual 5 day trip to the beach due to Miss Amels having no one to hang out with her! She usually goes to Nana and Hampa's, but this year they happened to be out of town. Could she have gone with us? Yes. Would it have been a vacation? No. So we decided we'll go sometime in September, which actually mirrors our actual wedding year, when we took a "mini-moon" to the Oregon Coast after our wedding and then took our "Actual" honeymoon to Maui the following September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still took Friday off from work, boy did we both need it! Miss Amels still went to daycare, because we pay whether she's there or not and they were going to the water park so who am I to stop her from that?? We had some coffee and I went and pampered myself with a pedicure from a gift card I got for my birthday back in April. Best. Pedicure. Ever. It was that, or it's been so long anything would have done. I now have pretty pink, neon toes that Miss Amels loves pointing out every time she remembers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to see Toy Story 3, which disturbed me. I know everyone I've talked to likes it, but Nick and I thought it was dark and sad. As most people I've talked to said, I cried at the end. The theater was nice and quiet, as we figured a 12:50pm show on a Friday would be. The jury is out on whether we'll take Miss Amels. She loves the first 2, but I can see where she might find this one a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to dinner, which was nice. We actually didn't talk at first, I think because we've almost forgotten what it's like to have "alone, adult" time and not talk about the kid, or our day at work. We finally got goin and enjoyed dinner. The day before I stopped by Piece of Cake, the most amazing cake place ever (thanks to my sister in law's recommendation) that did our wedding cake. Our 1 year anniversary, we were able to bring in a picture of our cake and get a replica of the top layer made. Every year since, I've gone in and purchased 2 slices of cake for us to enjoy on our anniversary. As I walked in on Thursday afternoon, I saw that fate had hit me. There in the display case, was a 1 layer (not 2 like we got before) replica cake of our 1 year anniversary. Sold. I got the cake, which was probably more sentimental for me, but good none the less. Miss Amels loved it, and constantly asked for "bigger" pieces of frosting, which is all she ate. Thank goodness we have a fellow Piece of Cake lover in the house so young. More excuses to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't good about "gifts" this year in regards to waiting until the actual day. We had said no gifts at first, but this is not in my vocabulary. I looked up the "traditional" gift for 5 years, which is wood. Nick thought he'd be "cute" and say that wood could be an IOU, or a card...which at one point was wood. He got the look of "won't fly buddy". I think we treat our anniversary more like Christmas sometimes. I was due for an upgrade to my cell phone and got a steller deal on an awesome phone. On my materialistic side, I've always craved a pair of Coach sunglasses. I have a great pair of Ray Bans that were a wedding present I bought myself 3 days before my wedding. So I went to the Coach outlet in Woodburn (it's such a pain living so close!!) and now they adorn my happy little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an alternate idea for the husband when he threw me for a loop (I should have known) I had been saving up some money for some time and he starts showing me how our poor bb-que is dying. We thought about it, and we've had that thing since we lived in our apartment, some 7 years ago. Yes, it was time...anyone that knows my husband knows he's a huge bb-quer. His own rubs on ribs, 8 hour marinades (I called it a soak before and was corrected), his own sauce for chicken...you'd think we lived in the south. BB-queing is important to this man and of course, so is his "instrument". We spent a day a couple of weekends ago looking for a pool for Miss Amels (with no luck) but stumbled across THE BBQUE at Fred Meyer. I got the full tour and then I knew, he had to have it. He works so hard, and we rarely reward ourselves, so it was done. I found somewhere that was cheaper then Fred Meyer, had to have it delivered and finally with the help of a friends brother, it was delivered Thursday night (close enough to Friday, right?) He was like a kid in a candy store putting it together Thursday night and of course we had steak and chicken on it last night. AND, in sticking with tradition, it's a duel grill. 1/2 gas and 1/2 charcoal, or WOOD....damn I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the past 5 years and been the best, at times, and some of the worst, in my life. I wouldn't trade a minute of it and am fully looking forward to the next 5, 10, 15 and so on....really I'm just lucky to find someone to put up with me as long as he has...One lucky girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home from my pedicure to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTidmhUyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NtfMJET0fzI/s1600/P7160009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTidmhUyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NtfMJET0fzI/s320/P7160009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495257453104812834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTiybw35I/AAAAAAAAAf8/_CjVVQaTWqw/s1600/P7160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTiybw35I/AAAAAAAAAf8/_CjVVQaTWqw/s320/P7160010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495257458696839058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTjbJoR3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ynI7sYy1vbU/s1600/P7160013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTjbJoR3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ynI7sYy1vbU/s320/P7160013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495257469626632050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1629346265360944972?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1629346265360944972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1629346265360944972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1629346265360944972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1629346265360944972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/anniversary-story.html' title='An anniversary story....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TEMTidmhUyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NtfMJET0fzI/s72-c/P7160009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4168402934184576602</id><published>2010-07-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:14:21.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The annual 4th of July Glynn family bb-que and fireworks show.</title><content type='html'>The annual Glynn family 2010 4th of July bb-que and fireworks show was a shit. Amazing ribs from the husband, my own fruit pizza with local berries, a great fireworks show thanks to the neighbors and their money, friends, beer, family, and tons of laughs. A great time was had by all and it will be hard to follow up next year! 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We haven't given up on said garden, but not much survived "the flood" so we're making due with what we have. Some pumpkins, corn, maybe one tomato and peppers. So sad...next year we already have a good game plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto 3 day weekends (hooray!). Today was a busy shopping/cleaning day as Miss Amels is back from 5 days at Nana and Hampa's due to our sitter being out of town. Tomorrow is our annual 4th of July bb-que extravaganza. The husband soaks ribs, in his own homemade marinade, for 8 hours, then bb-ques them. I make a fruit pizza and people bring their yummy salads. We sit out back, drink, talk and be merry. Then fireworks in the front of the house at night. It's great to be a home owner, and as always, I'm fortunate to all that are fighting for my freedom! Let it ring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4348687276754921903?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4348687276754921903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4348687276754921903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4348687276754921903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4348687276754921903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-may-have-noticedno-garden.html' title='You may have noticed...no garden...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-132972247868167837</id><published>2010-06-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:12:32.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>This house is too quiet.....</title><content type='html'>At Miss Amels daycare/preschool, our providers allows themselves 1 week unpaid to take vacation. They have 3 kids of her own, all boys and under the age of 3, so I think they are allowed. This happened to be the week. Nana and Hampa were having Miss Amels withdraws as it was, so the timing was perfect. We did the "go to mommy's work" swap yesterday and Miss Amels was on her way with Nana. Today is my brothers 27th birthday, and I received a phone report from Miss Amels that on "Happy birthday Buddy Day" (buddy being my brothers nick name-not uncle...), they went to "re robin". While at "re robin", the bird himself made an appearance. And she had chicken, and dip. The kid loves dip. Dip, of course, being ranch or any side condiment. Miss Amels was not up for going too close to the bird, but had a lot to say about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also got a picture on my camera of Miss Amels helping Nana to make cookies. Nana and Hampa were kind enough to take her until Friday, giving daddy and I time to not only sleep with no monitor, but clean the house thoroughly for our annual 4th of July bb-que/fireworks show. It's amazing how much easier it is to clean without a 2 1/2 year old under foot. We will have the usual 8 hour, soaked in home made marinade, this stuff could win a competition, ribs. Add chicken, home made fruit pizza and beer, and you have a complete down home American meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of early June, we've been living in our house 4 years, and we have some friends coming over that have never seen our casa. I love showing off the house. While it has much work to be done (it was only a year when we bought it, but new couches, a screen door, more of a porch in the back yard, a table/chair set for our front porch to drink tea at on a hot summer night, and other regular home owner things are to be desired), I'm still proud of what we work hard for every month. It's a damn cute house people, and we're proud! Seeing as how I'll probably be buried in the backyard, it's nice to show people where they can come pay their respects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...this house is quiet. Almost too quiet. 3 days and Miss Amels, her laughter, singing and gabbing returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-132972247868167837?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/132972247868167837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=132972247868167837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/132972247868167837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/132972247868167837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-house-is-too-quiet.html' title='This house is too quiet.....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7651580158235905709</id><published>2010-06-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:00:03.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the terrible 2&apos;s....'/><title type='text'>Bedtime and...."the shadows".....</title><content type='html'>Bedtime has never been an issue for us. Miss Amels has slept through the night since she was 4 months old, less her teething phase when she would get up maybe once a night. We were greatful and blessed, knowing this wasn't the norm with newborns, but didn't say anything twice about as not to jinx it. Maybe I should have said/bragged more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last couple of months, Miss Amels has learned to open doors. We were the prepared parents and had the "locks" for the doors. With one "pop", they were on and we thought we were safe, to not have her come out until we would get her. We were then reminded what kind of rookie parents we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Amels instantly broke off the door handle protectors within 2 seconds and it got so ridiculous, we quit putting them on. Since then, we've put up with her getting out of bed at least 2-5 times and standing at the top of the stairs with a pathetic whine until she could stall 5 more minutes out of bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also started visiting us in our bedroom. We've never been co-sleepers. Our bed was our bed, our space. Her bed was hers and we've had this mutual respect since she was born. About 2 months ago I feel someone rubbing my hand, wake up and find my hand hanging over my bed, with Miss Amels gently rubbing it and standing there smiling, at 6am. As if I should know it's time to get up and play. She's also found if she doesn't feel good, or if I'm just in a sappy, half asleep state of mind at 2am, she can wander in and I'll scoop her up and have her fall asleep right dab smack in the middle of the husband and I. Man she's got us figured out, all at the tender age of 2 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of nights, the new either a. scare, or b. stall tactic is "shadows". In fairness, the kid has shadows in her room. Who doesn't. Tonight I tried to explain how shadows are good, and they're watching over her to make sure she has good dreams. Then she would come back with "mommy the shadows scare me." Broke my heart. So back and forth we go. Up and down the stairs. The husband is currently on his 5th trip (I think) up/down the stairs and we've given up trying to watch the second half of Shutter Island. I'm sure in the next 5 minutes we'll hear the little pitter patter coming down the stairs with a new dissertation on the shadows in her room, and why she just can't fall asleep for another 5 minutes. And I know....this is just the beginning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7651580158235905709?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7651580158235905709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7651580158235905709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7651580158235905709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7651580158235905709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/bedtime-andthe-shadows.html' title='Bedtime and....&quot;the shadows&quot;.....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5627986632190263805</id><published>2010-06-27T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:50:51.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisine'/><title type='text'>Cooking, watering flowrers and all around happiness...</title><content type='html'>This week we got to watering the flowers. The weather has FINALLY shown up in summer form and the flowers need a good drink at the end of the day. Miss Amels is happy to help with this chore. While not doing that, I decided I REALLY wanted to cook something new/fantastic (Nick does the majority of the cooking, he likes to so who am I to say no?) I made an amazing sausage and penne marinara. It was a hit, even to the picky husband eater! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Miss Amels gets the pleasure of being and Nana and Hampa's. My sitter is gone in Utah and they gladly stepped in to be replacements. We thank them. So now we have time to fully CLEAN the house before our annual 4th of July fireworks bbque/show. I will say after the first couple of days, the house will be quiet when I come home from work (other then Nick playing his games, I'm sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must say I'm quite disappointed in my recent discovery of my lack of tolerance to drinking. A girlfriend of mine that I've know for about 13 years had a birthday party last night. She came to my surprise party in April, and I was delighted to see her for the first time in 10 years. We were inseperable (just like last night). I got myself a 6 pack of Coores Light and figured I'd have a couple and be ok to drive home. 2 beers later and I was feeling good....Obviously, gone are the days were 2 beers were as good as a glass of water. Oh college...my liver misses thy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the most fabulous dinner (with chocolate chip cookies assisted by Miss Amels) and help with watering, follow.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyukQLQlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/YsCq3G1e7C8/s1600/P6130003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyukQLQlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/YsCq3G1e7C8/s320/P6130003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487480815305310802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyvG8sCFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_JNPcRaZnpM/s1600/P6130005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyvG8sCFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_JNPcRaZnpM/s320/P6130005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487480824618813522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyuGJA5KI/AAAAAAAAAfE/foUej61avB8/s1600/P6240021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyuGJA5KI/AAAAAAAAAfE/foUej61avB8/s320/P6240021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487480807222207650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyt2C_8BI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_8veJ_1-re8/s1600/P6240020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyt2C_8BI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_8veJ_1-re8/s320/P6240020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487480802902011922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyte2k3fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BC0ZL7cCxCw/s1600/P6240018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyte2k3fI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BC0ZL7cCxCw/s320/P6240018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487480796675890674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5627986632190263805?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5627986632190263805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5627986632190263805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5627986632190263805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5627986632190263805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/cooking-watering-flowrers-and-all.html' title='Cooking, watering flowrers and all around happiness...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TCdyukQLQlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/YsCq3G1e7C8/s72-c/P6130003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5618223382812070240</id><published>2010-06-24T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:39:31.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia Jane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisine'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday daddy's day dinner....</title><content type='html'>Amelia has dubbed Fathers Day "Happy birthday daddy's day." While trying to record her sweet little voice saying "Happy Daddy's Day" into a card, she came up with the above phrase instead. It stuck. From now on, in the Glynn household, I hereby declare "Happy Daddy's Day." In honor of this day, mommy made daddy one of his favorite dishes. His mom's home made Manacotti with french bread and home made chocolate chip cookies. Amels helped with the cookies, and snuck in a few chocolate chips. I thought I had pictures of this and it turns out I don't. Be jealous, it was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5618223382812070240?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5618223382812070240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5618223382812070240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5618223382812070240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5618223382812070240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-daddys-day-dinner.html' title='Happy birthday daddy&apos;s day dinner....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4261163657086413604</id><published>2010-06-20T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:48:44.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s so adorable'/><title type='text'>Just a typical Saturday morning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12719369&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12719369&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12719369"&gt;Cooking with daddy.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4261163657086413604?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4261163657086413604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4261163657086413604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4261163657086413604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4261163657086413604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-typical-saturday-morning.html' title='Just a typical Saturday morning....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3840139226444863615</id><published>2010-06-20T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:44:56.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuisine'/><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>You're just too tired to try to make it to nap time. Then mommy gets to see this and finds it so adorable pictures need to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TB59Fcj3GJI/AAAAAAAAAec/Q7rDeP7VtLE/s1600/P6120002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TB59Fcj3GJI/AAAAAAAAAec/Q7rDeP7VtLE/s320/P6120002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484958928703264914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TB59E0qQyLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/dImJsydjbFo/s1600/P6120001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TB59E0qQyLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/dImJsydjbFo/s320/P6120001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484958917992695986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while someone is dreaming heavily of castles and candy, mommy made an AMAZING Italian sausage and Penne marinara. If the camera had smell-o-vision, you'd be in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3840139226444863615?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3840139226444863615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3840139226444863615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3840139226444863615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3840139226444863615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/TB59Fcj3GJI/AAAAAAAAAec/Q7rDeP7VtLE/s72-c/P6120002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3610058881101508655</id><published>2010-06-20T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:40:49.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Glynn Family Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 2'/><title type='text'>The Glynn Family garden, year 2, week 4...the aftermath</title><content type='html'>After a couple of weeks to let the garden dry out, we've taken stock and found what we've lost, what we may have lost, and what survived "the flood". This we know so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lost: cucumbers, zucchini, cantelopes, at least 2 tomato's, the mini jack-o-lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What survived: corn, big pumpkins, our 4 different types of peppers, and at least 2 tomato plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did see the sparkle of a watermelon plant today, so that might have made it! We'll replant the cucumbers and zucchini's in the next week. Thankfully they grow pretty quick so we'll be able to enjoy them over the summer. I skipped last week's pictures because there wasn't much to show, but here is this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="PictoBrowser100620133626"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "400", "400", "8", "#EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "Glynn Family Garden week 4."); so.addVariable("userName", "uofomeg"); so.addVariable("userId", "94961079@N00"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157624318656750"); so.addVariable("titles", "on"); so.addVariable("displayNotes", "on"); so.addVariable("thumbAutoHide", "off"); so.addVariable("imageSize", "medium"); so.addVariable("vAlign", "mid"); so.addVariable("vertOffset", "0"); so.addVariable("colorHexVar", "EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("initialScale", "off"); so.addVariable("bgAlpha", "90"); so.write("PictoBrowser100620133626"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3610058881101508655?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3610058881101508655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3610058881101508655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3610058881101508655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3610058881101508655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/glynn-family-garden-year-2-week-4the.html' title='The Glynn Family garden, year 2, week 4...the aftermath'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1356359649525948832</id><published>2010-06-16T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:48:02.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>The good and the bad....</title><content type='html'>The good news: Amelia is a healthy, hearty, 31 pounds (I know where my bicep came from!) We are consulting the car seat manual to see if it's time to upgrade to a booster seat because she's also TALLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: The fluid in her left ear is affecting her hearing :( Her right ear has fluid, but it's not as bad. Shouldn't be affecting her hearing on that side. This explains the constant "huh?" we get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my pediatrician and trust him 110%. Thankfully, he didn't have me screaming to the ear, nose and throat dr. He said a lot of times warm weather can help with the fluid, but he fears another ear infection. Miss Amels will be on a preventitive prescription for the next 6 weeks as a precaution, then a recheck. If fluid is still present...ENT Dr. and tubes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of Amelia having surgery gives me high anxiety. I know it's best for her and I trust that my Dr. isn't going to throw me to the wolves unless it's in Amelia's best interest. But still....I'm having a hard time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1356359649525948832?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1356359649525948832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1356359649525948832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1356359649525948832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1356359649525948832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-and-bad.html' title='The good and the bad....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8843284509093223642</id><published>2010-06-13T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:20:04.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will this ever pass?'/><title type='text'>Today is the day....</title><content type='html'>Today is the day, my parenting abilities were TESTED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I had to put MYSELF in time out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I knew my mom was getting HER revenge for when I was this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I yelled...and realized I sounded just LIKE my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, Amelia spent MORE time in time out then she ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I thought seriously about Amelia being an ONLY child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I counted the MINUTES until nap/bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I VOLUNTEERED to make dinner, so I could "escape".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I wanted to run AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, I sounded like a BROKEN record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, my daughter acted like a 2 1/2 year old and I JUST...WASN'T...READY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8843284509093223642?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8843284509093223642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8843284509093223642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8843284509093223642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8843284509093223642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7206570559325125702</id><published>2010-06-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:21:35.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a homeowner is awesome'/><title type='text'>Paying it forward....</title><content type='html'>Last summer my very good friend Kyla, who has 2 boys, wanted to get her garage clean and offered both a Little Tykes picnic and a Little Tykes swing/slide set. I thought this was perfect because these items tend to be expensive, and with how fast Miss Amels grows, wouldn't last long. I asked Kyla how much she wanted for both pieces and I was taken aback by her answer (only because, you don't hear this very often and I was overwhelmed with her generosity!) She said, "Nothing". I offered time and time again to give her SOMETHING and she just said she'd rather give it to someone she knows would use it. The picnic table worked perfect for her and cousin Henry at our annual 4th of July bbque/fireworks show. Amels also loved going down the slide and going "weee" on the swing. (plenty of pictures I have prove this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my baby is growing up. She would much rather be a daredevil and go down the largest slide she can find at the park then this "Baby" slide...yes she'll still do it IF SHE HAS TO, but really she just looks at me like it's so elementary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to plan a garage sale last year, and failed. As you can imagine, the garage is now another year older, which has given us another year to fill it with CRAP. Old toys, boxes that....4 years later...still haven't been looked through. Ug! So when discussing getting said garage sale put together this year, we discussed the play set (the picnic table will stay, it still has use left in it). We have the perfect place in the back yard, on peet gravel and all, for a nice, large play set. Yes, those expensive ones that she'll use DAILY to justify the cost. (friends, feel free to come play!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next door neighbors have an adorable little girl, P, who just turned one. I got to see P outside the other day, as with the weather we haven't seen her beautiful eyes lately! She's getting so big and is just walking! After talking with the husband, it was decided we would offer it to adorable Miss P before selling it. Would I ask for some type of monetary payment? No. Why? Because it would be going somewhere it would get used (and I'll have proof, we can see their backyard from our bedroom!) and it will be just perfect for Miss P by mid/end of summer when she starts walking more for the slide. To my delight, when offered today, Miss P's parents accepted and were washing it off this afternoon. It felt good, and I can't wait to hear the adorable little squeals from Miss P on her first trip down her very own slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta"-Ghetto Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7206570559325125702?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7206570559325125702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7206570559325125702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7206570559325125702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7206570559325125702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/paying-it-forward.html' title='Paying it forward....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-740633656149936400</id><published>2010-06-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:17:03.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make mommy happy'/><title type='text'>Hi, my name is Megan and I'm a Gleek...</title><content type='html'>"HIIIIIIIIII MEGAN". It's true. While I'm a tad partial to musicals as it is, I didn't think a tv show could capture me the way this did! I watched the finale today, no I won't leave any spoilers. But boy was I a happy girl. DH made fun of me for crying, and cry I did. It kept me wanting more, and most importantly...singing along. Hulu it, watch reruns, Netflix it or buy it. Love it, embrace your inner Glee dork. Then join us Gleeks. It's a rad place to be (CAUSE WE'RE BRINGIN DA FUNK!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-740633656149936400?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/740633656149936400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=740633656149936400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/740633656149936400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/740633656149936400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-my-name-is-megan-and-im-gleek.html' title='Hi, my name is Megan and I&apos;m a Gleek...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3274536648454166504</id><published>2010-06-06T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:30:20.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s so adorable'/><title type='text'>The next American Idol...Amelia, not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60105683556c40d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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We're upset. THE Flood. With over an inch of rain in less then 12 hours, the garden is 95% under water. Some plants have not made it. Some, we will wait and see when/if the water reseeds. I read that it's 6 days into June, and we've already far exceeded the average rainfall for this time of year. Disappointing. So now we wait, to see if our seeds don't come up when the water goes down. 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Saturday morning humor. Ha. But I did cut it. And almost cried. I went into this weird, black out type state, trying to make sure I left her with SOME bangs...and as I cut the first time I was informed of what I was chanting over and over by my 2 1/2 year old. I hear her sweet little voice say "oh, God" back to me. Oops, must remember to watch what I say in an altered state. Needless to say, she still has bangs. They were getting too long and the poor child was falling all over herself (could just be that darn clumsy gene she got from mommy). It was traumatizing to mommy, Miss Amels lived just fine. And she doesn't have funky bangs, thank you very much. Although I do think this will be my last attempt at being a cosmetologist. Next time we're leaving it to someone with a license!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5903045375602739097?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5903045375602739097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5903045375602739097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5903045375602739097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5903045375602739097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-i-cut-her-hair.html' title='OMG I CUT HER HAIR!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3698645368657769770</id><published>2010-05-30T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:39:42.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a homeowner is awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday weekends'/><title type='text'>The Glynn Family garden, year 2.</title><content type='html'>We're at it again. Being sustainable. Last years garden was a lot of hard work, and a lot of success. We had amazing fruit salads, canned salsa all summer, cucumbers for salads daily and of course, our pumpkin patch. We set out for 3 pumpkins for the fall, ended out with over 20. A patch people. Some things have stayed the same, some have changed for this years garden. It was easier to till/plant this year, and we're hoping the harvest should get easier as well. Here is what we have to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same: Corn, Pumpkins (both big and mini's, for decoration in the fall mainly), tomato's (4 different types), cucumbers, zucchini, baby watermelons, green and red bell peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different: We're using different types of tomato's this year, aside from the 2 bell pepper varieties, this year we're trying habanero and jalapeno, we've replaced the strawberries with cantalope, and not planted as many pumpkin starters. We also used pepper seeds last year and transplanted them into the garden, this year we by-passed that and are just using plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to our sustainable weekend without Miss Amels, we also pulled 2 out of control growing plants from the front yard and replaced them with beautiful Dahalia varieties. FINALLY some color in my front yard! (this with the tulips I planted a month or so ago). I'm going to see how tall they get and may put a couple more in come July to enjoy through the rest of the summer. We prunned and cut back our other plants out front and made things look quite orderly. We also have deviled eggs in the fridge for a bbque at my parents tomorrow and I made my mother in laws Lemon Jello Salad for the first time (I'm hoping it's a hit, I've never been a big Jello salad fan but this looks good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is "in-house" cleaning since the weather is supposed to go sour. Then a bbque at the parents to pick up Miss Amels. I have muscles I forgot exsisted that are sore from the planting/gardening but when all is said it done, it makes me love being a home owner! Like last year, mainly for my own records but also to share, I'll be doing a week by week photo gallery of the harvest. Here's to fruit salads, pumpkin pies and pancakes, and lots o' salsa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="PictoBrowser100530172715"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "400", "400", "8", "#EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "2nd year Glynn family Garden. 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While I've never really thought about a true "list", I've always had things on my mind that I'd like to do before I leave the earth. Sometimes, sadly, you're reminded that that time can come quicker then you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days before my 30th birthday, I received word that one of the women I've played Bunko with for almost 10 years passed away of cancer. She was 40. She had 2 kids, ages 12 and 10, her oldest being her daughter. This hit close to home. Not only was I so close in age with her, she was a healthy person who was fighting cancer for a second time in her life. But now, she'll never see her daughter get her license, go to prom, graduate or get married. My greatest fear, and probably any parents fear, was right in front of me. I took some time to plant flowers and think, therapy if you will. Thinking about how short life is. How I may worry about things that shouldn't be taking away energy from my family and friends. I start coming up with a mental Bucket List. Things I want to do, or start re-focusing on, as life is going much faster then I'd like it to. Some things I can start working on immediatly, others are more long term goals. While I won't bore with the entire list (it keeps growing...) some thing are worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the face of my 30th birthday, I had the pleasure of reconnecting with some friends I haven't seen in over 10 years. While the wonders of Facebook have brought us together, it never replaces physically sitting and talking, laughing and enjoying that persons company. These people showed me their commitment to continue a friendship outside of the "internet" world, and I will make it mine to be a great friend to them, to see them more and to laugh with them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make stronger the current friendship/relationships I have. I'll need these people more then I can imagine one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Europe. Specifically France, Italy and Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to New York, in the winter. (and if possible, stay at the Plaza, splurge at one expensive store I'd never be able to shop at on a normal basis, and skate at Central Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teach Amelia as much as I can. About Life, love and all that comes in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laugh at the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laugh more often, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a hold of my health. Walk/run more. Eat better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make sure I have "me" time. Get back into scrapbooking, learn more about gardening/flowers. Maybe find a new hobby. (I'm looking into making personalized invitations?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be there when Nick first goes to Disneyland. Take in every second of seeing his face light up like a 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get more into cooking. Try new things, techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be debt free (HA....it IS possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get involved again (This I plan on more as Amelia gets older. Coaching soccer, PTA, etc. everything with an acronym).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be a better blogger and grow my site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of these things are attainable, some may take longer then others. I recognize this and accept it. In the mean time, I will work on what I can now...and realize that life is short, we should play hard, and enjoy what we can. There will be good times, and bad..but to make the most of what I have and who I have around me. That will be my legacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2871276405816476046?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2871276405816476046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2871276405816476046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2871276405816476046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2871276405816476046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List.....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4366204454298071747</id><published>2010-05-23T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:15:27.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the terrible 2&apos;s....'/><title type='text'>Dead smack in the middle of the "terrible 2's"</title><content type='html'>I've never been one having a problem taking out Miss Amelia. She would typically act ok, and if not I would just pack up and go home. NOT the case yesterday. She's at this fine line of being "too old" for her stroller, but NEEDING the stroller because her independence means cleaning up after her from every shelved product within her reach. Or she wants to push the stroller herself, which likens to the little white haired lady who drives all over the road in Ferris Bueller. (Bueller....Bueller...) It's not safe people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with an old co-worker/friend of mine to catch up, girly style. I hadn't seen her 6 month old since she was about a week old (bad friend!) so we thought, let's get the girls together. I think Amelia successfully scared the hell out of Ashley on what's to come when Miss Ava turns 2. We're talking throwing herself on the floor in the middle of mall traffic. And speaking of the mall, you would have thought it was the week before Christmas there...you could hardly move! But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to a point where I was speed walking because I was such a mean mom I strapped A into her stroller and she was screaming, with full on arching of the back and people staring at me like "you take her in public". I'm sure my mom just LAUGHS thinking "ah, payback is a bitch". When these things happen to me, I tell myself that for the day A calls me and is freaking out over the embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I either limit the trips until I have fabulous medication to take before I go, or we might just limit things for a bit until it can be "handled". Or is in an outdoor venue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, my kid is HILARIOUS. Something will come on tv and she'll proudly announce "I like that Mommy". As if this is information I should have already known. She's a picky eater, like her mother. She can tell me what she did during her day. She knows that going to the grochery store means she's getting a cookie. She makes requests on for certian songs (no, not kids songs) in the car, then sings along. She LOVES to sing, and dance. I got a Flipcam for my birthday from the husband...best. invention. ever. I'm able to capture so much more of her silliness in such a small camera! She's wanting to be much older then she is, daily. She wants to put on mommy's "pretties" as I put on my makeup. She pretends to do my hair. She knows how to stall when it's time to go to bed, but is also like clockwork in going to bed. She knows what time, and just goes. We've always been blessed that she's such a good sleeper. She's started to want to pick out her clothes, and help dressing/undressing herself. She does NOT want her hair done (or hair pretties). She's becoming a little person in front of my eyes, and I'm loving every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4366204454298071747?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4366204454298071747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4366204454298071747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4366204454298071747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4366204454298071747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-smack-in-middle-of-terrible-2s.html' title='Dead smack in the middle of the &quot;terrible 2&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1104391976243595231</id><published>2010-05-11T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:35:02.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s so adorable'/><title type='text'>So much to say...so many moments like this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11671460&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11671460&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11671460"&gt;Happy Mommy's Day (with kisses)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1104391976243595231?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1104391976243595231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1104391976243595231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1104391976243595231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1104391976243595231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-to-sayso-many-moments-like-this.html' title='So much to say...so many moments like this....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5421104348003598307</id><published>2010-05-02T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:21:10.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool toys for mommy'/><title type='text'>Example of why I love my Flipcam...</title><content type='html'>Nick shot this, and to me it's adorable! Go Amelia go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11390038&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11390038&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11390038"&gt;Amelia dancing at Sesame Street Live&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5421104348003598307?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5421104348003598307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5421104348003598307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5421104348003598307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5421104348003598307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/example-of-why-i-love-my-flipcam.html' title='Example of why I love my Flipcam...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5070439717633244499</id><published>2010-05-01T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:57:12.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool toys for mommy'/><title type='text'>5 words....</title><content type='html'>I....freakin....LOVE....my....Flipcam. Evidence why coming....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-5070439717633244499?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5070439717633244499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=5070439717633244499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5070439717633244499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/5070439717633244499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/5-words.html' title='5 words....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1637341693284954636</id><published>2010-04-22T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:09:35.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>ATTENTION!!</title><content type='html'>As an early birthday present to mommy...I WENT POTTY ON THE BIG GIRL POTTY! And now, to the store for the much promised "prize" I get to pick out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1637341693284954636?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1637341693284954636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1637341693284954636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1637341693284954636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1637341693284954636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6123920745087297362</id><published>2010-04-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:01:02.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Potty training day 2</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a loooong looong process. The potty chart is hung, the stickers are waiting and as "good" parents, the promise of a prize clings in the air. I know it's only day 2, but I think I've spent 25% of my already short time with Amelia in the bathroom. Thank goodness for the new wallflower I got today that makes the bathroom smell yummy. We might be there a while....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6123920745087297362?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6123920745087297362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6123920745087297362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6123920745087297362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6123920745087297362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/potty-training-day-2.html' title='Potty training day 2'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8829538206111622888</id><published>2010-04-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:11:26.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommys birthday'/><title type='text'>The countdown begins...</title><content type='html'>As of 2 hours from now...it will be exactly 7 days until my 30th birthday. I'm really not concerned about entering this new decade of life. I've been married 5 years in July, my daughter is amazing, we have a beautiful house and a job that is both challenging and rewarding. The most important thing, I don't act my age, so maybe my denial of the number "30" will remain intact for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8829538206111622888?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8829538206111622888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8829538206111622888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8829538206111622888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8829538206111622888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4054235193914282217</id><published>2010-04-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:58:30.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really?'/><title type='text'>Pneumonia 1, Mom 0</title><content type='html'>Just as I get the motivation to post more consistently, a trip to the ER last Tuesday left us with a diagnosis of pneumonia. Who gets that anymore? Answer: Me. I've never had this before and had no "symptoms" prior to Tuesday, except to wake up unable to breath. Blood pressure was high (never had an issue with this), pulse was high (probably because I couldn't breath). Word of advice. If you ever need SUPER fast attention at the ER, say you can't breath (although be legit...). I was whisked back to a room, hooked up to monitors and oxygen and had an EKG done in 5 minutes. I must say that when mom came down prior to the morphine shot she may not have known the comedy that would ensue. An x-ray and CT scan later, confirmed. One more shot of morphine "for the road" and I was quickly passed out in the passenger seat of an escalade. (Myblng no less). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To up the ante, Miss Amels wasn't up to par this week either. She had probably the worst night in her short history here on earth, literally up every 15-30 minutes..ALL NIGHT. She kept saying her ear hurt. So Friday we go to the dr. Poor doll had a double ear infection, a fever and strep throat. Poor Nick just wants to run away at this point. So with a multitude of prescription bottles on the counter, we're on a mission for health this weekend. I missed 4 days of work, and the newspaper doesn't stop because I'm sick! I MIGHT manage to get in a trip to the mall today (at Nicks request which NEVER happens so I'll make myself feel better) for my poor mother in laws EXTREMELY belated birthday. And I wanted to plant flowers this weekend....ce la vie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be posting pictures of Amelia soon, but I'm unable to upload them at this time because memory on my computer is down to zero. Nick ordered himself a hard drive for his birthday (his request...) and once that comes we're backing everything up and pictures will arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, 9 days until my big 3-0...into a new decade we go...HEALTHY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4054235193914282217?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4054235193914282217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4054235193914282217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4054235193914282217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4054235193914282217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/pneumonia-1-mom-0.html' title='Pneumonia 1, Mom 0'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-2176344188474292009</id><published>2010-04-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:48:42.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>To start off the blogging....</title><content type='html'>I have pneumonia. My mom said I had it when I was 11 months old, obviously I wouldn't remember. 1/2 the day in the hospital yesterday and I'm now home, attempting to recover. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I must say...quite the way to usher in my 30th, although I'm determined to be better by then...so now I attempt to rest (the little one is home with me today..a whole other story!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2176344188474292009?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2176344188474292009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2176344188474292009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2176344188474292009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2176344188474292009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-start-off-blogging.html' title='To start off the blogging....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-2039032365072715495</id><published>2010-04-12T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:44:47.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If anyone is still reading...</title><content type='html'>I have been revitalized to blog....more to come sooner then later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2039032365072715495?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2039032365072715495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2039032365072715495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2039032365072715495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2039032365072715495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-anyone-is-still-reading.html' title='If anyone is still reading...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4716978358113777077</id><published>2010-02-15T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:45:21.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s so adorable'/><title type='text'>A princess indeed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/S3o-3fYc02I/AAAAAAAAAeM/G1xomBLDUVg/s1600-h/P2120005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/S3o-3fYc02I/AAAAAAAAAeM/G1xomBLDUVg/s320/P2120005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438728623041074018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day, 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4716978358113777077?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4716978358113777077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4716978358113777077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4716978358113777077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4716978358113777077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2010/02/princess-indeed.html' title='A princess indeed....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/S3o-3fYc02I/AAAAAAAAAeM/G1xomBLDUVg/s72-c/P2120005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-376212274957933770</id><published>2009-12-25T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:07:36.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><title type='text'>Santa Clause is coming....to town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8390481&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8390481&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8390481"&gt;Santa Clause is coming to town.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-376212274957933770?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/376212274957933770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=376212274957933770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/376212274957933770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/376212274957933770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-clause-is-comingto-town.html' title='Santa Clause is coming....to town.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-329053085477467174</id><published>2009-12-20T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:09:45.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays 2009'/><title type='text'>Pictures, as requested.</title><content type='html'>Some tree and decorations in the Glynn family home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YDgrnPZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oSC4iASc2-c/s1600-h/PC130060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YDgrnPZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oSC4iASc2-c/s320/PC130060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364219108998546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YEVQUt5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bZHtIYL_KH0/s1600-h/PC130061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YEVQUt5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/bZHtIYL_KH0/s320/PC130061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364233221617554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Amelia's first home made ornament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YE4a9WrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/e1EstmhN_YY/s1600-h/PC190003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YE4a9WrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/e1EstmhN_YY/s320/PC190003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364242661464754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Our newest edition! My bunco win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YFYW0q_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XM_MUdzSnM8/s1600-h/PC190004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YFYW0q_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XM_MUdzSnM8/s320/PC190004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364251234053106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YFzj852I/AAAAAAAAAdk/dUJjkcRgC1Q/s1600-h/PC190006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YFzj852I/AAAAAAAAAdk/dUJjkcRgC1Q/s320/PC190006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364258536875874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia puts the cast of Frosty "the bed" every night in her new wagon. This is how Nick and I find them before we go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YXIp9leI/AAAAAAAAAds/lf8Bo7xPJHA/s1600-h/PC190007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YXIp9leI/AAAAAAAAAds/lf8Bo7xPJHA/s320/PC190007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364556257007074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YXhEDU8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/VOvphzMrnN8/s1600-h/PC190008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YXhEDU8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/VOvphzMrnN8/s320/PC190008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364562808886210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YYVhfWYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ngz_goUm4hE/s1600-h/PC190009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YYVhfWYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ngz_goUm4hE/s320/PC190009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364576891001218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite. I've had this since I was born and my mom passed it onto me and Nick and I moved into together. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YYsJ200I/AAAAAAAAAeE/QYRHayO8aXw/s1600-h/PC190010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YYsJ200I/AAAAAAAAAeE/QYRHayO8aXw/s320/PC190010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417364582965891906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-329053085477467174?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/329053085477467174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=329053085477467174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/329053085477467174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/329053085477467174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-as-requested.html' title='Pictures, as requested.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sy5YDgrnPZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oSC4iASc2-c/s72-c/PC130060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-771126034836918705</id><published>2009-12-14T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:10:45.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy holidays 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s so adorable'/><title type='text'>Amelia sings "Frosty the Snowman" and gives her family shout outs!</title><content type='html'>It's a little long, but hang in there, it's adorable and worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8188535&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8188535&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8188535"&gt;Amelia sings Frosty the Snowman, and shout outs to the family!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-771126034836918705?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/771126034836918705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=771126034836918705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/771126034836918705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/771126034836918705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/12/amelia-sings-frosty-snowman-and-gives.html' title='Amelia sings &quot;Frosty the Snowman&quot; and gives her family shout outs!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8447829597139153912</id><published>2009-12-09T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:46:20.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things parents do while babies are gone'/><title type='text'>First day at day care, aka Mommy's back to work!</title><content type='html'>With me returning to work, Nick and I did some interviewing and found the perfect place for Amels. She only goes to daycare with 3 other kids, all her age. Ethan is 3, Payton is 2 and Isabella (aka Baby Bella or Bella Bella) is 1. She's learning to write letters and do crafts every day. Today was only her second day, and daddy had to carry her out to leave. She's having so much fun, and it's making it easier on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina, her daycare provider, sends home report cards every day showing what she ate, what she did, how much she slept (or didn't sleep) and little notes about her day. I love these because when I worked before, I would pick her up and daddy would drop her off. Now it's reversed and I drop her off and daddy picks her up. So I get to see about her day with the report cards (plus with all my NEW freedom at work, I'm able to call and see how she am). I found the first report card "adorable" and wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's 2 main comments were that she "loves that she says snackie" and "Amelia is quite the little singer! She LOVED our Christmas carols, sang her heart out and danced. She is sooo cute." I love that she was so comfortable that she sang her little heart out. She talked all about Bella Bella all night and just walked right off this morning. I love seeing her so independent and am glad she's getting to play with little ones her age again. She's going to learn so much and don't have an ounce of doubt of who we chose. I actually didn't cry when I've left her the past 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I won't elaborate on my job but I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. I love the freedom, I love the atmosphere, and I just know I'm going to succesed. Oh, and my second day (where I still haven't learned SO much), I made my first sale. Here I come world :)...well not world, but Oregon City!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8447829597139153912?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8447829597139153912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8447829597139153912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8447829597139153912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8447829597139153912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-day-at-day-care-aka-mommys-back.html' title='First day at day care, aka Mommy&apos;s back to work!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-2822043086932768971</id><published>2009-11-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:04:23.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones/checkups'/><title type='text'>Amelia J at 2 years old.</title><content type='html'>Amelia had her dreaded 2 year check up today and while we thought we'd only be getting one shot, we walked out with 4, and having to go back 3 weeks for an additional booster. Yuck. She did display an impressive tantrum, this avoiding me having to share with the dr. we're in the terrible 2's. (crying, throwing ourselves on the floor, it was probably a top 5). I dislike that now that she talks and talks and talks, she can tell me they hurt. 2 in each leg, so the second leg bled pretty bad and since she'll point at it and in the most pathetic voice go "hurts mommmy". Mommy eats is up and takes all the snuggle time she needs. Although since the traumatic event little one has been sleeping (probably thanks to post shot Tylenol to help with "hurting") but her stats are amazing, and as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight=25.6 pounds (mommy thought heavier!) 40% percentile but not worried because of her height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height=35 1/2 in. (that's 3 feet people!) 90% percentile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her head circumference never mattered to me, even though they wrote it down. So she's on the same trend she's been on since she was born, growin like a weed. Tonight we're supposed to be interviewing a daycare provider, but we'll judge how she's feeling when she wakes up and go from there. Can't get a good sense if they're a good "fit" unless she's feelin good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2822043086932768971?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2822043086932768971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2822043086932768971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2822043086932768971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2822043086932768971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/amelia-j-at-2-years-old.html' title='Amelia J at 2 years old.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8090732636668676491</id><published>2009-11-29T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:39:00.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Amelia's second birthday slideshow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PictoBrowser091129133718"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "400", "400", "8", "#DDDDDD"); so.addParam("quality", "low"); so.addParam("scale", "noscale"); so.addParam("align", "mid"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157622776424013"); so.addVariable("names", "Amelias second birthday."); so.addVariable("userName", "uofomeg"); so.addVariable("userId", "94961079@N00"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.write("PictoBrowser091129133718"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8090732636668676491?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8090732636668676491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8090732636668676491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8090732636668676491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8090732636668676491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/amelias-second-birthday-slideshow.html' title='Amelia&apos;s second birthday slideshow.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1024474074574929947</id><published>2009-11-28T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:25:43.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Today...mommy got emotional.</title><content type='html'>4 hours, and 33 minutes, 2 years ago, I was "officailly" made a mommy. These past 2 years have been the most trying and rewarding of my life. While I want to write all about your accomplishments, it's late and we had one heck of a birthday party today. Mommy did so much planning to make it perfect for you and she thinks she did a pretty good job. A post will follow tomorrow, with pictures, I promise. But as you are sleeping so peacefully right now in your new big girl bed set, Mommy has a date with her pillow as well. Mommy loves you Miss Amels, and I couldn't be any more blessed to hear you say that to me every day I wake up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1024474074574929947?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1024474074574929947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1024474074574929947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1024474074574929947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1024474074574929947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/todaymommy-got-emotional.html' title='Today...mommy got emotional.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6142674425901110633</id><published>2009-11-18T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:18:33.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny ha ha (at a later date)'/><title type='text'>Finally...a "floor will you please swallow me" mommy moment...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it happened to me. Hi my name is Megan..."HIiiii Megan". Amelia and I went to the Party Store to get some of her party supplies for next week. I figured this would need to be an in/out trip to avoid us walking out with more then we needed. I got Elmo cupcake holders for her cupcake cake and let her be in charge. Somehow, something was said, and ELMO CAKE was born...I let her hold the cupcake holders in the backseat as she jabbered away about elmo cake. Fast forward to the pit stop we had to make at Target. I have to take the cupcake holders away from her and this didnt go over well. Literally 7 min. through the store..."ELMO CAAAAAAAAAAAAKE". As if she would fall out of the cart and die if I didn't get her Elmo cake. People were staring, I was begging for the floor to swallow me. We then get to the food section because I feel if I make  a damn cake she wouldn't know any different. She didn't want to hold the box...remember? ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMO CAKKKKKKKKE. So I'm thinking "animal crackers". She'll have her own little box and something in her mouth to distract the screaming, which I'm sure someone is on the phone with CSD at this point. Disaster strikes...I CANT FIND THE DAMN ANIMAL CRACKER BOXES. They're usually on end caps, can't find them. I find a store worker, who was having a bad day and asked where the animal crackers were. "down there with the rest of the crackers"...No shit lady....so I practically run down there and look frantically for the little boxes of heaven I know I need. ELMO CAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE. COOOOOOOOOOOKIES. I can't find them. I find the big, resealable bags instead. I grab one, tear the top off with my teeth and said "enjoy lunch Amelia." Animal cracker lunch it was...cake was made and ELMO CAKE hasn't been mentioned again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6142674425901110633?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6142674425901110633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6142674425901110633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6142674425901110633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6142674425901110633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/finallya-floor-will-you-please-swallow.html' title='Finally...a &quot;floor will you please swallow me&quot; mommy moment...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7827730357525235569</id><published>2009-11-17T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:17:37.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><title type='text'>As requested....</title><content type='html'>It's not the greatest, can't get the kid to smile when I want. So one picture is just blurry, and cute of her curls and the other you can kind of see the "side swept" bangs. Lastly, a picture of my new hair! You can't see it in the curls, but it's dark in there! I LOVE it! And me, showing my "culinary skills" while Amelia naps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ52PHj4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/qxuhJEVraag/s1600/PB170008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ52PHj4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/qxuhJEVraag/s320/PB170008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405323301260595074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ5blcbmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nIgjSe_rpbg/s1600/PB120007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ5blcbmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nIgjSe_rpbg/s320/PB120007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405323294106480226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ5IGhvSI/AAAAAAAAAck/xmVNfRE7-cI/s1600/PB170011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ5IGhvSI/AAAAAAAAAck/xmVNfRE7-cI/s320/PB170011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405323288876530978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ4tCJlmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wWJEaIuN-Zw/s1600/PB170010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ4tCJlmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wWJEaIuN-Zw/s320/PB170010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405323281610413666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7827730357525235569?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7827730357525235569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7827730357525235569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7827730357525235569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7827730357525235569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-requested.html' title='As requested....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SwOQ52PHj4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/qxuhJEVraag/s72-c/PB170008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8535254700325376030</id><published>2009-11-16T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:29:45.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>I have what Mommy calls...bangs...</title><content type='html'>Mommy went to see her old friend Salina to get her hair all pretty before Salina left for a few weeks to have her third baby, so I tagged along because Salina  had heard all about me but never met me. I've been growing these bangs, but they were unruly and in my eyes all of the time. So Mommy and Salina tried to get me to sit on a boasted seat on the chair, but I was not having it. Mommy held me and Salina gave me a "side swept" look for my bangs. I like them a lot better now that they're not in my eyes and they look pretty. Mommy wouldn't let Salina touch the rest of my hair. And...mommy didn't cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8535254700325376030?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8535254700325376030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8535254700325376030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8535254700325376030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8535254700325376030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-what-mommy-callsbangs.html' title='I have what Mommy calls...bangs...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3985171139265497050</id><published>2009-11-05T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:14:07.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny kids'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Nana....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7465920&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7465920&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7465920"&gt;Conversations with Nana&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the conversation doesn't break her concentration. She's still able to mutli-task!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3985171139265497050?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3985171139265497050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3985171139265497050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3985171139265497050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3985171139265497050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversations-with-nana.html' title='Conversations with Nana....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4944708808175953849</id><published>2009-11-02T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:34:07.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs that Christmas is coming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Surprise packages....</title><content type='html'>Mommy was so happy to see we got a package today, and it wasn't some type of bill. (although bills don't come in packages, it was just mail that wasn't a bill!) We got inside and opened it, and I noticed something wrapped in pretty Christmas paper. Mommy said it was for me, but wasn't sure if I could open it. A quick call to Montana Nana (the sender of the package) and we found out I got to open it! I tore it open and this is what I found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Su8XkBiNPyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/V3dEis3tVec/s1600-h/PA280001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Su8XkBiNPyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/V3dEis3tVec/s320/PA280001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399560385895153442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Su8Xjui6ZmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Ze6ceBOZRGo/s1600-h/PA280002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Su8Xjui6ZmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Ze6ceBOZRGo/s320/PA280002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399560380797838946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a Glynn family tradition. Montana Nana can whip these out in like 10 minutes, and when mommy got her first pair while her and daddy were dating, she knew she had "made it into the family". We all have plenty of pairs, and these sure keep my feeties warm. It came with a cute hat too, but I wouldn't sit still long enough for mommy to get pictures of that. She'll have to try later. I love getting mail....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4944708808175953849?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4944708808175953849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4944708808175953849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4944708808175953849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4944708808175953849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise-packages.html' title='Surprise packages....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Su8XkBiNPyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/V3dEis3tVec/s72-c/PA280001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7079410395239937465</id><published>2009-10-28T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:33:53.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>23 months of happiness.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SuhwSyWckNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KKezvSIqXyM/s1600-h/P9290011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SuhwSyWckNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KKezvSIqXyM/s320/P9290011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397687621459415250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SuhwSrbQvHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q3PpeXkelE8/s1600-h/Amelia+at+henry%27s+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SuhwSrbQvHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q3PpeXkelE8/s320/Amelia+at+henry%27s+birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397687619600563314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you've given us, my dear Amelia. This time, 23 months ago, I was getting my epidural! We had been in the hospital for about 2 hours and made the calls that IT'S TIME. Although, by now we were making a second call saying IT'S COMING QUICKER THEN WE THOUGHT! And maybe Nana should just get coffee at the hospital instead of her fav. coffee place, in Gresham. (45 min. away). The epidural slowed that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to grow, both physically and mentally, at an astounding rate to me. Since mommy has been staying home, she see's the changes daily. Your use of words, and putting them into sentences, is growing daily. You're starting to copy mommy and daddy more if we say a word you're curious about. Or now you ask that favorite question "what's that?" I'm always happy to hear that, knowing you're looking for answers about the world around you! You talk all the time (even in your sleep!) and I have no idea where you get that! You always have something to say to someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still love to sing, dance and run. You run a lot! You'll stand at a place in the living room and shout "READY, GO" and run as fast as you can. Mommy is sure there will be either dancing classes, or singing classes (maybe both?) in your future! You've also discovered "prettys" this month. Mommy has painted your nails a couple of times, but thinks we'll wait a little longer to do it again. You get so excited you forget that something is on your fingers! Mommy even tried the "instant" dry nail polish, which seemed to work ok. You are so proud when it's on your nails, showing daddy when he gets home. The girly girl is showing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're growing so tall. Mommy's interested in seeing your "stats" at your 2 year apt. with Dr. Culver next month. You're in a 2T, some 24 month shirts are working out. You take a more "active" roll in dressing yourself in the morning. You know your socks, try to put on your shoes, and will tell me whatever is on your shirt (we're close to Halloween, so I get CAT a lot). I'm happy to see that 2T clothes are still adorable and I have a feeling after your birthday next month, you'll be set clothes wise. We were able to have you get into a 24 month dress that your Aunt Christie got you a while ago that every one just LOVES one last time for Cousin Henry's 2nd birthday. We had fun at his party, leaving daddy home because of a case of shingles. (and a great week for daddy to get them, mommy had surgery 2 days after Henry's birthday). You liked, and shared, his toys quite well and also met your Uncle Darren's side of the family, including 3 year old Gavin. You faired quite well with 2 boys! But you were quite the little lady in your dress, with your brown fancy jacket and hair with curls on the end. Ah, the curls. I WILL NOT and have not touched your hair, and don't plan on it! It's getting so long and has the most adorable curls on the end, it can go up in a full pony tail now! You still don't sit still much for mommy to do anything with your hair, so I have to work fast to try to get it set. Mommy has managed a couple of braids a time or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month we also accomplished transitioning you into a big girl bed! Mommy and daddy have been so proud with how well you took this. Nana got you, and mommy picked out, what's called a "life time crib" before you were born. This made it so that we didn't have to buy a new bed, we just got a guard rail for your crib. So you got to keep the same mattress, and we just took off the "foot board" of the crib. After this you'll get a daybed, where the guard rail comes off, and then a twin bed. Mommy will defiantly be buying another one of these, in the future :) Nap time has been a challenge, as you realize your new found freedom since it's light out. Mommy thought she did a pretty good job at keeping things in drawers, then realized you knew how to open the drawers and didn't tell me! One nap, it was too quiet upstairs so mommy went upstairs to check on you. You were covered in ink, your sheets were covered in ink, your bed had ink on it, it was "a mess"...as you told me when I opened the door. I had to just put you in the tub to get it out of your hair and off of your face! Mommy also had to mumble some not so great words under her breath as she cleaned your bed off before daddy got home from work so he wouldn't see. The first couple of nights were hard. We would have to go in and reassure you that the big girl bed was yours and a good thing! You look so adorable and grown up when you finally fall asleep. You're still surrounded by your stuffed animal friends, which makes it look crowded but I think it makes you feel safer. Now you're so good at it, you just climb right in at night.  We are proud of you little's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy let potty training go as you haven't shown much interest, but is vowing to pick it back up. You know what it is, we just have to work at it. We can't wait for the day of not buying diapers! It will be as great as the day we stopped buying formula! You've also become a picky eater, much to your daddy's dismay. Things you used to love you don't even want to try anymore! I've read this is a "stage" and I hope so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is Sat. and your outfit is a no-brainer. You'll be a Ducks cheerleader. Mommy and daddy will actually be at a big ducks game so you'll be at Nana's. She's going to take you to a couple of houses near her and we know you'll have fun. We're looking forward to Halloween next year, when you'll understand it more and actually be able to eat the candy! Daddy introduced you to "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" and "Garfields Halloween", both of which we have in boxed DVD's. Love the classics! We decorated much more this year then last, due to daycare not being here. Daddy got to set up his Spookytown village. We have been collections and getting village pieces as gifts and didn't realize how big the village has become! We put it together while you were at Nana and Sampa's, and when you came home we got a lot of "wooooooow's". Every day when we come downstairs in the morning you say "WOW" like it's the first time you've seen it. You've been so good about not playing with the pieces and just light up when we turn it on for you at night with all the lights off. You seem to enjoy the decorations we put up, so now we can't wait for Christmas, knowing how much more you appreciate it as you get older. I can't WAIT to set up our Christmas stuff, we have a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited for your birthday next month, 2 days after Thanksgiving. Mommy hand made your invites, and we're going with your favorite right now, Elmo. Mommy worked really hard on the invites and is very proud of herself! Daddy and mommy are both very excited for what we're getting you, but you'll have to wait for that! You just keep asking your questions and dancing away! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7079410395239937465?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7079410395239937465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7079410395239937465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7079410395239937465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7079410395239937465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/10/23-months-of-happiness.html' title='23 months of happiness.....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SuhwSyWckNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KKezvSIqXyM/s72-c/P9290011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4605385718549519211</id><published>2009-10-06T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:53:17.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>It's beginning to look like the Halloween is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PictoBrowser091006215233"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "420", "500", "8", "#EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "Halloween decorations."); so.addVariable("userName", "Uofomeg"); so.addVariable("userId", "94961079@N00"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157622533569394"); so.addVariable("titles", "on"); so.addVariable("displayNotes", "on"); so.addVariable("thumbAutoHide", "off"); so.addVariable("imageSize", "medium"); so.addVariable("vAlign", "mid"); so.addVariable("vertOffset", "0"); so.addVariable("colorHexVar", "EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("initialScale", "off"); so.addVariable("bgAlpha", "90"); so.write("PictoBrowser091006215233"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4605385718549519211?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4605385718549519211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4605385718549519211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4605385718549519211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4605385718549519211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-beginning-to-look-like-halloween-is.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look like the Halloween is coming!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3422629122674865127</id><published>2009-10-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:58:19.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>So either no one reads...or no one guessed....</title><content type='html'>Amelia's previous picture? What's on her face? Ink, people. Ink....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3422629122674865127?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3422629122674865127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3422629122674865127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3422629122674865127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3422629122674865127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-either-no-one-readsor-no-one-guessed.html' title='So either no one reads...or no one guessed....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6102715491715880049</id><published>2009-10-01T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:23:15.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time for everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showing signs of being like mommy'/><title type='text'>Nap time gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of nap time in the "big girl" bed was what I expected, sort of. I expected Amelia not going down right away. I expected to hear stuffed animals being told stories over the monitor. I expected to hear something drop to the floor. (not the child). While 2 hours in, and still no crying or screaming, I'm accepting this as "down time". At hour 3, I decide it's gotten all too quiet and I should go check. Moms have warned us, when it's too quiet it's not a good thing. I learned this today. I went to check on my "angel" of a child and found this: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsWN24seKFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/abwofGy75pk/s1600-h/PA010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsWN24seKFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/abwofGy75pk/s320/PA010004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387868503290030162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6102715491715880049?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6102715491715880049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6102715491715880049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6102715491715880049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6102715491715880049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/10/nap-time-gone-wrong.html' title='Nap time gone wrong.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsWN24seKFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/abwofGy75pk/s72-c/PA010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6045575912194872379</id><published>2009-09-30T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:44:49.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm cooking.'/><title type='text'>My first HOME MADE pie....</title><content type='html'>While I've made the classic Red Betty Crocker cookbook pumpkin pie in the past, I decided to take a different route and make a home made pie. What kind you ask? Pumpkin. As per the previous post, you can see we not only have a couple of pumpkins in my back yard, we have close to a pumpkin patch. So I decided to take on the task of carving one up to make pie. While carving, saving the seeds, and boiling the pumpkin took 2 hours, the crust went pretty easy (it's something I'm still working on). After cooking it/winging it, it turned out AMAZING! I can never imagine going back to canned pumpkin again. Thank God we have enough pumpkin to freeze for pies to come! I had to take a picture of my pride and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsPDIkOHK7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/E5huqHmGpSE/s1600-h/P9280001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsPDIkOHK7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/E5huqHmGpSE/s320/P9280001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387364131194481586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6045575912194872379?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6045575912194872379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6045575912194872379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6045575912194872379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6045575912194872379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-home-made-pie.html' title='My first HOME MADE pie....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsPDIkOHK7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/E5huqHmGpSE/s72-c/P9280001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-977360362905540085</id><published>2009-09-30T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:35:35.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>Well, we survived!</title><content type='html'>My first night in a big girl bed was a little rough. I was not sure what to think of this new bed. Well, it's not new, per say. I have what's called a "life time" crib. It turns from a crib, to a toddler bed with a guard rail (what I have now), a day bed and then a twin bed. Pretty cool! Daddy put up the guard rail last night and mommy only had to come in and reassure me about 5 times. A couple of times I just stood on the outside of my big girl bed and cried. Mommy rocked me to sleep and I liked that. I then slept from 9:30pm-4am, where it took 2 more times to put me to sleep. Right now mommy can hear me on the monitor not in my bed. hehe. I know it's a big change, and mommy said she is looking for something called a comforter for my bed. I like new stuff! Mommy took pictures of my big girl before I was in it, and when I finally fell back asleep. Nap time today has proven to be hard for me, as I just want to explore my room. Mommy just left me laying here with all my friends around, but I'm not sure if I want to sleep or not. Let's hope so, for mommy's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_LnJVgYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/A8locyIAW-E/s1600-h/P9290009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_LnJVgYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/A8locyIAW-E/s320/P9290009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359785472852354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Checking out my big girl bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_MLKVQNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5hVamKVQ9CM/s1600-h/P9290010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_MLKVQNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5hVamKVQ9CM/s320/P9290010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359795140706514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       My big girl bed needs a comforter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_MsVxamI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-LzM3gTddXc/s1600-h/P9290012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_MsVxamI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-LzM3gTddXc/s320/P9290012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359804047059554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_Nba-cfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/X08VBIRLZn0/s1600-h/P9290014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_Nba-cfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/X08VBIRLZn0/s320/P9290014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359816685351410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-977360362905540085?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/977360362905540085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=977360362905540085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/977360362905540085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/977360362905540085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-we-survived.html' title='Well, we survived!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsO_LnJVgYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/A8locyIAW-E/s72-c/P9290009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-868410530264180823</id><published>2009-09-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:28:10.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>Happy 22nd month baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsBEvhBSDZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3v9x-OTk4cQ/s1600-h/P9030082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsBEvhBSDZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3v9x-OTk4cQ/s320/P9030082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380737443401106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsBCNWh4bPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/h4G2sc5ZAaw/s1600-h/P9180014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsBCNWh4bPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/h4G2sc5ZAaw/s320/P9180014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386377951488535794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edits at bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Amelia-&lt;br /&gt;   You have brought nothing but sunshine into mine and your daddy's life. Every day you grow more and more before our eyes and it amazes me. You put more words together into sentences, you love to dance, and most importantly, love to sing. You sing all the time, to the point where you request certain songs in the car. "La,la,la"? That would be you requesting a Britney Spears song. What's a mom to do but turn on a semi inappropriate song and let her daughter just go for it! You sing to me, the dog, daddy, yourself. The same goes for your reading. You love books. You will read to the dog, or me, yourself, or any stuffed animal available to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to color, which we do every day. You sing while you draw. We tried finger paints, we'll wait on those. We try hard to have play dates so that you get more social interaction since it's just you and me. Which isn't a bad thing, but we need you playing with people your age! Mommy is looking into a tumbling class of some sort to not only burn some of your never ending energy, but also to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have started time outs. You have learned you get a couple of chances at doing what you're not supposed to, then you go to time out. Sometimes you put yourself there! But there is always screaming and flailing involved. If I put you in time out and daddy is home, you'll hear "daaaaddy" from your time out spot. No Amelia, daddy will not save you. Or he'd better not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took you to the state fair for the first time. You have a love for "moo's", cows....and "nee's", horses. And piggies, of course. We thought it would be fun for you to see all of your favorite animals up close and personal. You wanted nothing to do with it. For now, I think we'll keep your love for them at a safe distance, as they were so big and actually moved! We tried to get you to pet the goats, but even they bothered you. Mommy also wanted to get you on the carousel, for a great photo op. but your poor little head didn't reach the line. No worries though. With the way you jump around this place, you'll be on the big kid rides screaming with the best of them in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has introduced you to "deeeep". Translation: dip. Now, you feel you have to dip EVERYTHING in deeep. A graham cracker? DEEEP. Cereal? DEEEP. Yogart (which is a dip IMO)...DEEEPP. And then when you are given something that actually could require dip, say chicken nuggets, it's not enough DEEEP. I look over and you are scooping your DEEEP into your mouth, with your hand as the shovel. Thanks daddy, love ya for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our first bonafide long road trip with you when we went to Montana for Labor Day weekend. It was a short 4 days, but you did amazing. We left Thursday night and got lucky with your sleeping most of the night through. You woke up when the sun came up, just about an hour outside of Missoula. We sang in the car, you slept most of the way, and got to meet so much of your extended family that you had never met. We got to meet your cousin Mavrick, who was born the day before your daddy and I got married, for the first time.  You met 2 aunts, and uncle, 4 boy cousins and 1 girl cousin. (the only other girl in the family!) You LOVED being able to run on all of the property and the attention you got. You are one loved little girl. Mommy almost had heart failure during a famous Montana thunder/lightening storm, you slept right through. You found, and were bothered by, "Norman", the deer head hanging from the stairwell. You would back up against the kitchen cabinets and just talk to him but not take your eyes off of him. It was adorable. The car ride home, since it was during the day, was long for all of us, but overall we had an amazing, yet too short, or a trip. It was a tad last minute but well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You met your first live "baby" (since you have one you play with), Miss Annie who was 5 weeks old. I was amazed at how instantly gentle you were with her. Everywhere she went, you went, concerned of how she was. When she slept, you would look at me or Kelly (Annie's mom) and say "shh baby sleeping" if we were talking too loud. It def. gave me a twinge of that baby feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying the big girl bed. We went to set it up yesterday, in celebration of today, but when we opened the box for your conversion kit it was broken. I think I was more heartbroken then anyone else. You have what they call a "life time" crib, so we don't have to buy you a new bed. We just take off what will be your foot board later on and place a guard rail up. After that, you go to a daybed, and then the full bed. Mommy can't believe how big and independent you've gotten. Daddy looked at me the other day and said "I can't believe how big she is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have you rooting for the right team. You walk around in your cheer leading outfit that daddy got you and say "Go Duckie", fist pumping in the air. Yes, Duckie. Just make sure when you try out for the real cheer leading team (hello scholarship!) you say duck honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your second birthday upcoming, mommy is hand making your invites, but we have yet to decide on a theme. You love Handy Manny, Pooh, and of course Elmo. We'll see how creative mommy gets! Mommy keeps thinking: 2 leads to 3, leads to 4....it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed every minute of being able to stay home with you and while at times it's a challenge, it's forced mommy to get more creative and I have to admit. When you call my name over the monitor at night (or in the morning) instead of daddies, a smile creeps on my face. You can always call me baby, I'll be there :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Miss Amels, and we promise to keep promoting you being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Mommy wrote this late last night and since the coffee has now kicked in, realizes some things she forgot! Your favorite phrases. "OH no"-in very dramatic form. "It's a mess"...even though you don't mind being messy, you just need to let us know you have a mess goin on. "Thank you Baby". My personal favorite. Not just thank you, but you're so adorable you have to add the "baby" onto the end, and you'll say it to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-868410530264180823?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/868410530264180823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=868410530264180823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/868410530264180823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/868410530264180823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-22nd-month-baby.html' title='Happy 22nd month baby!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SsBEvhBSDZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3v9x-OTk4cQ/s72-c/P9030082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-2177276604240079019</id><published>2009-09-27T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:50:32.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm cooking.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>The Glynn family pumpkin patch...plus some other goodies.</title><content type='html'>Since we have an overflow of pumpkins, fresh pumpkin pie is on tap for tomorrow, and pumpkin creme brule later this week (need to get the culinary torch first!). My neighbors have already come over and picked one...we're open by apt. only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="PictoBrowser090927150112"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "500", "500", "8", "#EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "pumpkin patch and stuff"); so.addVariable("userName", "uofomeg"); so.addVariable("userId", "94961079@N00"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157622343290513"); so.addVariable("titles", "on"); so.addVariable("displayNotes", "on"); so.addVariable("thumbAutoHide", "off"); so.addVariable("imageSize", "medium"); so.addVariable("vAlign", "mid"); so.addVariable("vertOffset", "0"); so.addVariable("colorHexVar", "EEEEEE"); so.addVariable("initialScale", "off"); so.addVariable("bgAlpha", "90"); so.write("PictoBrowser090927150112");&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2177276604240079019?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2177276604240079019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2177276604240079019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2177276604240079019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2177276604240079019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/glynn-family-pumpkin-patchplus-some.html' title='The Glynn family pumpkin patch...plus some other goodies.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-937344328236745294</id><published>2009-09-20T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:54:28.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s so adorable'/><title type='text'>It's not Ducks...but close enough to being adorable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6670692&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6670692&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6670692"&gt;Go Ducks, or Duckie!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-937344328236745294?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/937344328236745294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=937344328236745294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/937344328236745294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/937344328236745294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-ducksbut-close-enough-to-being.html' title='It&apos;s not Ducks...but close enough to being adorable!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6552716174921215834</id><published>2009-09-14T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:59:30.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>We're home...</title><content type='html'>And we had a lot of fun. Lots of pictures were taken and stories to tell...but it's been an emotional start to this week. So mommy is going to wait. Today we had to put down Joey, Nana's Golden Retriever. Mommy cried a lot, so she'll post in the next couple of days after I get over this cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6552716174921215834?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6552716174921215834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6552716174921215834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6552716174921215834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6552716174921215834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re home...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6296300048830656116</id><published>2009-09-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:25:13.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><title type='text'>And we're off....</title><content type='html'>To Montana that is! A somewhat impromptu mini-vacation to see the in-laws. Miss Amels will be meeting 2 Aunts, an uncle, 4 boy cousins and 1 girl cousin. She'll also being seeing Grandma and Grandpa for the first time in a year and a half (they last saw her when she was 6 months old!) We're driving overnight for the first time (for me at least!) in the hopes that Miss Amels will sleep through the night. Oh yeah, and we're taking the dog....in the BMW....pictures and I'm sure many stories to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6296300048830656116?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6296300048830656116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6296300048830656116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6296300048830656116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6296300048830656116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7860862387818846931</id><published>2009-08-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:03:40.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you kidding me?'/><title type='text'>It's happend.....</title><content type='html'>I'm late with this, but 2 nights ago I was sitting on the couch trying to eat dinner (pour judgment and a bad example I know, but it was take out and was fitting I ate it on the couch). My darling daughter was climbing all over me as she is the biggest mooch I've ever met. Tired of being a jungle gym for the day, I muttered UNDER MY BREATH...a certain 4 letter word (that doesn't start with the letter S) Then, just as I had done, with teeth clenched and all, that fabulous 4 letter word was repeated right back to me. I looked over at Nick, who's eyes were as wide as saucers. Now I'll have to REALLY start watching what I say, damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7860862387818846931?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7860862387818846931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7860862387818846931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7860862387818846931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7860862387818846931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-happend.html' title='It&apos;s happend.....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3258478875574575503</id><published>2009-08-24T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:15:00.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly baby'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Elmo Live....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SpNzOn_D85I/AAAAAAAAAaw/KFjB4sjCcYo/s1600-h/P8240061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SpNzNXMSIWI/AAAAAAAAAag/ehPnSeqXnyE/s320/P8240058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373765453784162658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SpNzM-cUzcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wVeMRIoQByM/s1600-h/P8240057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SpNzM-cUzcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wVeMRIoQByM/s320/P8240057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373765447140560322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3258478875574575503?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3258478875574575503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3258478875574575503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3258478875574575503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3258478875574575503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversations-with-elmo-live.html' title='Conversations with Elmo Live....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SpNzOn_D85I/AAAAAAAAAaw/KFjB4sjCcYo/s72-c/P8240061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3545958199296174982</id><published>2009-08-21T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:02:32.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun at home'/><title type='text'>A budding artist?</title><content type='html'>We finally got the easel out the other day and mommy forgot she didn't have any paper to go with it! So we ran to the store, got some cool markers, and mommy let me draw all over the easel, and myself. I took it very seriously, but had fun too! I think I might like this drawing thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9ItJrHi0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pLq_URsyxAY/s1600-h/P8190030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9ItJrHi0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pLq_URsyxAY/s320/P8190030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372592821004372802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9It5_tdSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy7J5akcJiA/s1600-h/P8190031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9It5_tdSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy7J5akcJiA/s320/P8190031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372592833975645474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9IuqwQsSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QkXv3i6322w/s1600-h/P8190032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9IuqwQsSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QkXv3i6322w/s320/P8190032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372592847064183074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9IvWF8jrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OGAuCUzRcOM/s1600-h/P8190039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9IvWF8jrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OGAuCUzRcOM/s320/P8190039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372592858697862834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9IwYBu-gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hM8YLidihwc/s1600-h/P8190042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9IwYBu-gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hM8YLidihwc/s320/P8190042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372592876396935682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9I6AnXICI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8L6-l3oM3uY/s1600-h/P8190043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9I6AnXICI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8L6-l3oM3uY/s320/P8190043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593041910997026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9I6jpI_1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YzEuarHTsy0/s1600-h/P8150027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9I6jpI_1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YzEuarHTsy0/s320/P8150027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372593051313700690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Having a nice long conversation with someone, NOT J. Low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3545958199296174982?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3545958199296174982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3545958199296174982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3545958199296174982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3545958199296174982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/08/budding-artist.html' title='A budding artist?'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/So9ItJrHi0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pLq_URsyxAY/s72-c/P8190030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1456400287044831571</id><published>2009-08-08T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:52:56.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>A trip to what will be my future school.</title><content type='html'>Today me and mommy went to my future grade school, which is about 3 blocks from my house. At first we were the only people there, which was fun. Then these boys showed up and played tag on the play equipment, which made me bored so we left. But mommy took pictures of me having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4Pq_qr8GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VMHF6lcRtIM/s1600-h/P8060040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4Pq_qr8GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VMHF6lcRtIM/s320/P8060040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367745037191606370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4PqHJcgnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GFaloJvIkpI/s1600-h/P8060038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4PqHJcgnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/GFaloJvIkpI/s320/P8060038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367745022019797618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4Pov6bcRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GNeQMJWzemk/s1600-h/P8060033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4Pov6bcRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GNeQMJWzemk/s320/P8060033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367744998602928402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4PnwIC48I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rrx_talNtaM/s1600-h/P8060032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4PnwIC48I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rrx_talNtaM/s320/P8060032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367744981480170434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1456400287044831571?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1456400287044831571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1456400287044831571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1456400287044831571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1456400287044831571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-to-what-will-be-my-future-school.html' title='A trip to what will be my future school.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Sn4Pq_qr8GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VMHF6lcRtIM/s72-c/P8060040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1716557962085585844</id><published>2009-07-30T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:40:17.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>My "baby" turns 20 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIFIhDyPaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o2zR7KQrhvc/s1600-h/amels+at+old+fashioned.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/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIFIhDyPaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o2zR7KQrhvc/s320/amels+at+old+fashioned.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364355750023019938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe, but it's true. 20 months. Was I not pregnant yesterday? I wonder when the counting of months disappears, and she can just be "a year and a half" or something to that affect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling daughter, you are showing clear signs of not only being like your mother (although still looking like a carbon copy of your father) but the terrible 2's. Mommy and daddy have to turn away from laughing at you when you throw one of your famous tantrums. We get the throwing ourselves on the ground, kicking and screaming, face turning red. You pout when you dont' get what you want. We started time outs this week, and I think you are quickly getting the concept of them and that they aren't fun. It's funny, but not. You eat almost anything, although are starting to show signs of being picky. You let us know when you're done, and as of late, you'll eat ANYTHING with ranch on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vocabulary amazes me daily. You're starting to put more sentences together, which is so cool to hear. A lot of times daddy and I will look at each other and say "did she really just say that?" We get "moe"=more. LOTS of mommy and daddys. Puppys. Tree's. Pool. "Get to go to the pool?" Manny manny=Handy Manny, your fav. show. A cow is not a cow, but a moo moo. We can't get you to say cow to save our lives. Melmo, whom you love. You sing, all the time. That's one of my favorite parts of the day, hearing you sing with your toys. You read, both to me, daddy or to the dog. He's a good listener. You love to be read to. Mommy taught you how to clap when the daily double appears on Jeopordy. Grandpa would be so proud. You impress everyone with your "hi's" and "bye's". You will greet, or dismiss, anyone at anytime. Because daddy and I usually follow up with "hi baby", a lot of your phrases end in baby. "thank you baby" "what's up baby." You would think we let you watch the movie Swingers one too many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run, not walk, and take pride in your independance. You run into things, fall, and your legs are usually bruised. Aw the joys of childhood. You are going to be an active one, and mommy made mention to daddy the other night of finding some type of dance or tumbling class in the fall for you to not only enjoy, but expel some energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also beginning potty training, kind of. You know what it is, you say it, but have no interest in it. So we don't push it. But my dear daughter, the day I don't have to buy diapers is a day I will buy myself a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently mommy has been able to stay home with you and it is one of the most rewarding, and exhausting things I've done. I love being able to play with you all the time, and we're working on our ABC's and 1 2 3's. We color and cook on your stove. You are now are wanting mommy more, which is making daddy jealous. (mommy secretly loves it). But, you'll always be daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just love you to pieces littles and are so proud of how grown up you're becoming and having so much fun watching you learn and grow. You're the best thing we've ever done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1716557962085585844?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1716557962085585844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1716557962085585844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1716557962085585844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1716557962085585844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-baby-turns-20-months.html' title='My &quot;baby&quot; turns 20 months.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIFIhDyPaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o2zR7KQrhvc/s72-c/amels+at+old+fashioned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7780709073542560416</id><published>2009-07-30T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:23:51.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life/fun'/><title type='text'>My first trip to the zoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBK9Ay2rI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yhuloG65iHk/s1600-h/P7240046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBK9Ay2rI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yhuloG65iHk/s320/P7240046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364351393839897266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBKeLY67I/AAAAAAAAAYo/wOswy25KHj0/s1600-h/P7240042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBKeLY67I/AAAAAAAAAYo/wOswy25KHj0/s320/P7240042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364351385562835890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBJ1tctQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NnSJb9S3eWQ/s1600-h/P7240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBJ1tctQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NnSJb9S3eWQ/s320/P7240006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364351374699836674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBJNjaDFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7Ca9REo6s_k/s1600-h/me+and+amels+at+the+zoo.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/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBJNjaDFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7Ca9REo6s_k/s320/me+and+amels+at+the+zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364351363920301138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Christie was nice enough to call mommy to see if we wanted to meet her and cousin Henry at the zoo. I haven't been, but cousin Henry has been lots so he was a great tour guide. I saw some cool animals, and got to eat a yummy snack on the lawn where I ran around. Mommy, and Aunt Christie, took pictures. I didn't get to see all the animals, so mommy said we'll be going back very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7780709073542560416?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7780709073542560416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7780709073542560416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7780709073542560416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7780709073542560416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='My first trip to the zoo.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SnIBK9Ay2rI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yhuloG65iHk/s72-c/P7240046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5862490900476415821</id><published>2009-07-21T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:04:39.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>The Glynn garden...week 6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PictoBrowser090721220247"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "400", "400", "8", "#DDDDDD"); 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Mmmm it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157621206560192&amp;names=4th of July, 2009&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=72157621206560192&amp;names=4th of July, 2009&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" width="400" height="400" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-720416132555980188?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/720416132555980188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=720416132555980188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/720416132555980188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/720416132555980188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-4th-of-july-fun.html' title='More 4th of July fun!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-5495274415885372419</id><published>2009-07-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:53:10.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life/fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>4th of July fun!</title><content type='html'>Cousin Henry and Amelia's tribute to Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5518042&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5518042&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5518042"&gt;Amelia and Cousin Henry's tribute to Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Skme8MbHclI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6tcnY5r-O_c/s320/P6290027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352984389070844498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7791630072037785704?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7791630072037785704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7791630072037785704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7791630072037785704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7791630072037785704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/potty-book-1-mommy-0.html' title='Potty book: 1 Mommy: -0'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Skme8MbHclI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6tcnY5r-O_c/s72-c/P6290027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-2156141526570175634</id><published>2009-06-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:50:43.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby milestones/checkups'/><title type='text'>Happy 19 months on this earth baby!</title><content type='html'>Mommy's a day late, but she said she had a really bad migraine yesterday and she didn't look too good, so I forgive her. She did come outside with me and play for a bit in on my playset. It was fun. I'm talking more, reading more, and defiantly singing more. Mommy keeps saying she's proud. I just know it's going to get worse....Happy 19 months baby girl. You make me and daddy laugh every day, your smile is contagious and your singing voice is beautiful. You are the best thing we ever did, and will continue to enjoy the smiles you give us every day. We love you Miss Amels.&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/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkmZKMD6vII/AAAAAAAAAYI/WLDaSL7v4lo/s1600-h/P6280004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkmZKMD6vII/AAAAAAAAAYI/WLDaSL7v4lo/s320/P6280004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352978032421944450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkmZJxNcV4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/YrJw2cWNeZ8/s1600-h/P6280001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkmZJxNcV4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/YrJw2cWNeZ8/s320/P6280001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352978025214138242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2156141526570175634?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2156141526570175634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2156141526570175634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2156141526570175634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2156141526570175634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-19-months-on-this-earth-baby.html' title='Happy 19 months on this earth baby!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkmZKMD6vII/AAAAAAAAAYI/WLDaSL7v4lo/s72-c/P6280004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-2084681967876544176</id><published>2009-06-27T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:17:53.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life/fun'/><title type='text'>Our very first edible harvest from the Glynn family garden!</title><content type='html'>It's happened! We had our first strawberry ripe and ready to pick and eat from our garden. So exciting! The follow is a picture of said strawberry, and Miss Amelia's reaction to her taste of said strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkcJ0uc3WLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2f8vTmH0eVk/s1600-h/P6270053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkcJ0uc3WLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2f8vTmH0eVk/s320/P6270053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352257483580070066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkcJ0VDQ8sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BKTfWFaRpPU/s1600-h/P6270052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkcJ0VDQ8sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BKTfWFaRpPU/s320/P6270052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352257476761809602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-2084681967876544176?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2084681967876544176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=2084681967876544176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2084681967876544176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/2084681967876544176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-very-first-edible-harvest-from.html' title='Our very first edible harvest from the Glynn family garden!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SkcJ0uc3WLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2f8vTmH0eVk/s72-c/P6270053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8886261666029135097</id><published>2009-06-27T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:32:10.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby showers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future friends'/><title type='text'>A baby shower day at Kellys</title><content type='html'>One of mommy's oldest friends, Kelly, is having a baby soon. So we got to go to her house where there were a lot of other babies around from people mommy knew for a long time. I was so good, impressed everyone and just hung out looking cute. I made sure I touched every baby softly and even ate a little. Oh and I was lucky enough to help with presents. Here are some pictures mommy took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157620520422497&amp;names=Kelly's baby shower.&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=72157620520422497&amp;names=Kelly's baby shower.&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" width="400" height="400" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-8886261666029135097?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8886261666029135097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=8886261666029135097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8886261666029135097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/8886261666029135097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-shower-day-at-kellys.html' title='A baby shower day at Kellys'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4620727748729386997</id><published>2009-06-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:19:38.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Tribute to Michael Jackson. RIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5346096&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5346096&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5346096"&gt;Amelias tribue to Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4620727748729386997?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4620727748729386997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4620727748729386997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4620727748729386997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4620727748729386997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/amelias-tribute-to-michael-jackson-rip.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Tribute to Michael Jackson. RIP.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1683751772558716392</id><published>2009-06-23T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:36:28.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>The Glynn family garden week 4</title><content type='html'>Mommy couldn't help herself. Now she's posting week by week of the garden process. I still hear about this garden, but haven't tasted anything yet. Mommy said ants got our first good strawberry, but daddy fixed that with some special stuff. So now I'm waiting for the next batch. All I know is I get to see it with mommy and daddy but not walk in it, and I really don't mind because my cool play set is next to it and I'd so rather be slidin! Here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157620432247790&amp;names=Glynn family Garden week 4!&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=72157620432247790&amp;names=Glynn family Garden week 4!&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" width="400" height="400" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1683751772558716392?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1683751772558716392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1683751772558716392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1683751772558716392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1683751772558716392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/glynn-family-garden-week-4.html' title='The Glynn family garden week 4'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3885057037036657910</id><published>2009-06-16T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:39:14.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer fun'/><title type='text'>Summer toys have arrived in my back yard!</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Kyla gave me one of the coolest things ever. Not only did she give me a kitchen where I cook and iron my blankee (more pics on that later), but mommy finally got the slide and swingset in the backyard yesterday and I got to play! I had so much fun, mommy had to litterally drag me through the grass to get me back in the house. I had so much fun, and am so greatful to Aunt Kyla. Here is my new slide/swingset!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157619855123898&amp;names=Amelia on her slide&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=72157619855123898&amp;names=Amelia on her slide&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" width="400" height="400" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3885057037036657910?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3885057037036657910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3885057037036657910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3885057037036657910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3885057037036657910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-aunt-kyla-gave-me-one-of-coolest.html' title='Summer toys have arrived in my back yard!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-3477976370393362313</id><published>2009-06-14T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:37:33.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>The Glynn family garden week 3</title><content type='html'>Mommy knows this doesn't have much to do with me, but says someday I will benefit from the garden her and daddy are working so hard on. She wanted to share some pictures of how this looks week 3. They still need to plant the zuccinni, watermellons and peppers that are currently growing in pots. They are also adding barkdust and extending the rock path to the entrance of the garden within the next couple of weeks. All I hear is blahblah, but have been told I have a surprise coming in the peet gravel next to the garden this week....for that I let mommy do this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="400" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157619675183623&amp;names=Garden week 3&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=72157619675183623&amp;names=Garden week 3&amp;userName=uofomeg&amp;userId=94961079@N00&amp;source=sets&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" width="400" height="400" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-3477976370393362313?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3477976370393362313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=3477976370393362313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3477976370393362313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/3477976370393362313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-greener.html' title='The Glynn family garden week 3'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1705109185403353166</id><published>2009-06-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:49:49.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby milestones/checkups'/><title type='text'>18 month drs. apt.</title><content type='html'>Well we survived the "as to be yet named by the local media" storm. Mommy and I were at the Dr's. office for my 18 month apt. The wind was howling through the roof and every now and then Dr. Culver would stop and look up a little. He said he grew up in WI and has had his share of the potential tornado we might have had, so we felt pretty good with him. I guess we missed the good stuff because when we left, tree's were all over the ground and it was raining real hard. But onto the apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good Dr. Culver spared me today with only 1 shot, but boy I was still mad about it. I screamed and pouted for quite a while. I wonder how long it will be until I get suckers for getting shots....he said he was happy with how I'm moving right along, and mommy got a pat on the back. Mommy talked about something called potty training, but she needs to do more reading on it. Basically he said I'm cool as hell. My stats were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight=24 pounds. 50%&lt;br /&gt;Height=33 3/4 inch. 95%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was writing this information in my baby book and noticed that I've been the same percentiles since I was 6 months old! Mommy asked Dr. Culver if we should start looking at the WNBA, or something more like a Dr. He said it looks WNBAish right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1705109185403353166?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1705109185403353166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1705109185403353166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1705109185403353166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1705109185403353166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/18-month-drs-apt.html' title='18 month drs. apt.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1562921341457939928</id><published>2009-06-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:43:20.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life/fun'/><title type='text'>First list/week one</title><content type='html'>We have the first sign of life in the Glynn garden! We are so excited to see the literal fruits of our labors! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiihruKXspI/AAAAAAAAAXo/YCePjkYnj2w/s1600-h/P6040070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiihruKXspI/AAAAAAAAAXo/YCePjkYnj2w/s320/P6040070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698730373067410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiihrTERIAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/E0HdnHJZFu8/s1600-h/P6030068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiihrTERIAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/E0HdnHJZFu8/s320/P6030068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698723099713538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Siihq_BqxWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IbbdSfuoeLI/s1600-h/P6030065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Siihq_BqxWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IbbdSfuoeLI/s320/P6030065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698717720102242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Siihqr0LyGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6nWmdg_lAQE/s1600-h/P6030064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/Siihqr0LyGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6nWmdg_lAQE/s320/P6030064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698712563271778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1562921341457939928?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1562921341457939928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1562921341457939928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1562921341457939928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1562921341457939928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-listweek-one.html' title='First list/week one'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiihruKXspI/AAAAAAAAAXo/YCePjkYnj2w/s72-c/P6040070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6473871542028039608</id><published>2009-05-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:26:58.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><title type='text'>Splish splashin away.</title><content type='html'>I got to play in my first pool today, and I must say I love the water. Mommy lets me splish splash when I take baths, but not a lot because she says it gets messy. Today I got to splish splash all I want and mommy didn't seem to mind one bit. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4922877&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4922877&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4922877"&gt;Splish splash&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6473871542028039608?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6473871542028039608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6473871542028039608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6473871542028039608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6473871542028039608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/splish-splashin-away.html' title='Splish splashin away.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6093805649500586219</id><published>2009-05-30T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:24:25.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>18 months and 2 days old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiGV0kzXHuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/H1AacrhYzK4/s1600-h/P5290054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiGV0kzXHuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/H1AacrhYzK4/s320/P5290054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341715363502956258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is a little late with this, but we've just been having too much fun together celebrating my 18 months on this earth. I got a baby, and that has occupied most of my time. I take her everywhere, feed her and make sure everyone know she's my "baby". Mommy has video of me saying "shhh" when she takes a nap. Which is a lot. So until the next update, this was me on my 18 month day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6093805649500586219?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6093805649500586219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6093805649500586219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6093805649500586219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6093805649500586219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/18-months-and-2-days-old.html' title='18 months and 2 days old.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/SiGV0kzXHuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/H1AacrhYzK4/s72-c/P5290054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6505745719911221173</id><published>2009-05-28T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:10:50.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><title type='text'>More Memorial Park on Memorial day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2F&amp;user_id=94961079@N00&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2F&amp;user_id=94961079@N00&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6505745719911221173?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6505745719911221173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6505745719911221173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6505745719911221173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6505745719911221173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-memorial-park-on-memorial-day_28.html' title='More Memorial Park on Memorial day'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-6506147633943904123</id><published>2009-05-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:50:13.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Amelia is growing too fast.'/><title type='text'>Memorial Park, on Memorial day. Odd, I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4878314&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4878314&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4878314"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-6506147633943904123?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6506147633943904123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=6506147633943904123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6506147633943904123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/6506147633943904123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-park-on-memorial-day-odd-i.html' title='Memorial Park, on Memorial day. Odd, I know...'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4732270077428472732</id><published>2009-05-25T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:56:26.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><title type='text'>So we got home from Nana's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShsF6OGTW6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/sVPF6UKgits/s1600-h/P5240047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShsF6OGTW6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/sVPF6UKgits/s320/P5240047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339868280952937378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so tired, that Mommy took about 5 pictures, all with flash, and I didn't stir a bit. But Mommy says I'm so cute when I sleep, she couldn't help but post this picture. She's so silly. Today we're going to the park when I wake up from my nap,and Uncle Sean and Uncle Scott are coming over for a Memorial Day bbque. Daddy's making ribs, so I'm sure I'll get my favorite, HOT DOGS! Happy Memorial Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-4732270077428472732?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4732270077428472732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=4732270077428472732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4732270077428472732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/4732270077428472732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-we-got-home-from-nanas.html' title='So we got home from Nana&apos;s....'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShsF6OGTW6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/sVPF6UKgits/s72-c/P5240047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-1186582748958667724</id><published>2009-05-24T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:45:47.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House projects'/><title type='text'>The garden</title><content type='html'>Mommy has been asked, and wants to show off, the garden her and daddy have made so far. Of course it looks like a lot of dirt now, but they hope soon they'll  have more green to show! Lots have been planted, and I'm looking forward to trying as much as I can (Dr. Culver isn't happy about strawberries yet...boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2F&amp;user_id=94961079@N00&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F94961079%40N00%2F&amp;user_id=94961079@N00&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-1186582748958667724?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1186582748958667724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=1186582748958667724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1186582748958667724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/1186582748958667724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden.html' title='The garden'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-7432562955393375751</id><published>2009-05-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:30:24.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things parents do while babies are gone'/><title type='text'>A lot of things coming!</title><content type='html'>I spent the past 5 days with Nana, whom I'm sure tomorrow night is going to be reaching for the Ambien bottle before the sun goes down. But Nana keeps telling mommy how great I am, how much I talk and how I love to give kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone, Mommy and Daddy did the most work on our house since we moved in. Mommy planted a bunch of pretty flowers out in front of the house, and the did someting called "tilling" a big part of the backyard and got it ready for a garden. Mommy said we planted corn, pumpkins, peppers, carrots, cucumbers, zucchini, tomotos, and strawberrys. I can't wait to try all of them. Mommy said she's been taking pictures to show the progress, and to prove to people that mommy and daddy actually did it! They can barley move, so I'm guessing they worked really hard. I get to spend an extra full day this week because of something called Memorial Day, and I heard we're going to the park. Mommy also started scrapbooking again. She said I'll appriciate it when I get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mommy and Daddy also found time to go see a movie, Angels and Demons. They highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7432562955393375751?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7432562955393375751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7432562955393375751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7432562955393375751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7432562955393375751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/lot-of-things-coming.html' title='A lot of things coming!'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-8631572372363636038</id><published>2009-05-05T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:10:37.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly girl'/><title type='text'>I learned to feed my baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4505039&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4505039&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4505039"&gt;Feeding my baby!!&lt;/a&gt; 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April 26, 2009&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user573901"&gt;Megan Glynn&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569430938528509230-7863560496128499903?l=missameliaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7863560496128499903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3569430938528509230&amp;postID=7863560496128499903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7863560496128499903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3569430938528509230/posts/default/7863560496128499903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missameliaj.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-at-beach-part-duex.html' title='A day at the beach, part duex.'/><author><name>Miss Amelia Jane.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10373497011737640507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6AK3QTCFJtY/ShjZPkM3myI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WwOIFik2jA/S220/fav+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569430938528509230.post-4608447024939319505</id><published>2009-04-28T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:32:40.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommys birthday'/><title type='text'>Miss Amelia's trip to Lincoln City for mommys birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="580" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=72157617364101239&amp;names=Amelia at Lincoln City. 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But the being able to run around and through the "ball" to the dog, and move what little barkdust around in the back yard. 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