<?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-3015800813821445153</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:03:48.098-07:00</updated><category term='Intro'/><category term='muffin top'/><category term='Save me from myself...and my children'/><category term='Flub'/><category term='Hysterics'/><category term='Xanax is a friend of mine.'/><title type='text'>The Verry's</title><subtitle type='html'>Read about my Adventures In Babysitting......er Parenting!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-3802132581710096089</id><published>2009-12-09T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:34:49.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Giveaway!!!</title><content type='html'>So, my buddies at Manicure Mommas are having an awesome giveaway! 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OPI&lt;/span&gt; new and unused colors! Go here to check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.manicuremommas.com/"&gt;http://www.manicuremommas.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-3802132581710096089?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3802132581710096089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=3802132581710096089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3802132581710096089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3802132581710096089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-giveaway.html' title='Fun Giveaway!!!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-2059198204104589575</id><published>2009-12-07T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:26:10.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, I went on a decluttering rampage. Im not done yet, but I am feeling rather refreshed. It nice to get rid of JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chores, and snack, Ethan and I are going to clean his room, and then start working on his Rudolph project for school. I found out today that December 18th, I get to take Cam to his class to make gingerbread houses. SCORE! It sounds like so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam, well, Cam survived the day lol. Thats an accomplishment, right? No, but really, she is so smart. She sings, counts, and says her abc's. That child never ceases to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-2059198204104589575?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/2059198204104589575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=2059198204104589575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/2059198204104589575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/2059198204104589575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-4010840192013196734</id><published>2009-08-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:55:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaannnndddd Im Back</title><content type='html'>After a hiatus, I am back. Things have been crazy chaotic, getting ready for Cams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt;, Ethan is starting 1st grade (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!) and Chris and I are starting school in a few short weeks. We may also have some exciting and wonderful news in the next few weeks (wink wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto Family news, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stepmom&lt;/span&gt; Melanie is pregnant! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dying with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to update some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-4010840192013196734?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/4010840192013196734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=4010840192013196734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4010840192013196734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4010840192013196734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaannnndddd-im-back.html' title='Aaaannnndddd Im Back'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-2821822149332448643</id><published>2009-04-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:01:40.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have put this off long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago I lost the baby. I had a gut feeling, instinct maybe, from the get go that something wasn't right. I never felt "right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been spotting on and off since around 5 1/2 weeks. I kept having my HCG hormone levels checked, and they were rising and actually quite high! So they got me in for (several) early ultrasounds. The last one was grim. My baby had a genetic defect, where it would not have survived past birth, if even until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't even be for sure if it was alive, as they were never able to get a proper heatbeat reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made the heartwrenching decision to have a D&amp;amp;C 1 day before I was to be 9 weeks. I didn't want the baby to be born only to have it suffer. It has taken a lot of praying and crying, and to be honest, I really regret that decision. I should have left it in God's hands, but at that point, I was close to hemmoraging. Be that as it may, I just can't come to terms with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 5th miscarriage. And yet all my testing keeps coming back completely normal. Sometimes I don't understand God's plan, I know I shouldn't question it, but this has shaken my faith to the core. What have I done to deserve this much pain? 5 miscarriages!!! 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I have possibly done?! I know I was an unwed mother, and I made a lot of mistakes, but I love my babies dearly, and have always worked my butt off and done my best to raise them right. Ethan reads his Little Boy's Bible all the time, I teach them Christianity, IDK. I'm just distraught still, so please excuse my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo greatful for my 2 healthy babies. And I treasure every second with them, and every breath they take. I can't begin to tell you how many night I have lay awake in their room watching them sleep. I guess this has really put things into perspective for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this is so Negative Nelly, Im just really sad. And somewhat angry to be honest. This baby wasn't planned, but was sooo wanted and loved. We already had names picked out.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter Daniel for a boy, and Mary Jane for a girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will be ok. Just not right now. I need to grieve this loss. Please pray that I will recover mentally from this, Im not feeling so strong right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-2821822149332448643?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/2821822149332448643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=2821822149332448643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/2821822149332448643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/2821822149332448643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/04/devastated.html' title='Devastated...'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-3048028449279454006</id><published>2009-03-02T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:04:02.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Blessing</title><content type='html'>So, Chris and I found out on Thursday night that we are being VERY unexpectedly blessed with Baby #3. When I say unexpectedly, I mean I was on the pill, along with being told that until my endometriosis get taken care of, I probably would not be able to have children. So I guess this truly was meant to be! I am due right around Halloween. I am still waiting for the shock to wear off, but keep us in your thoughts that this all turns out ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-3048028449279454006?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3048028449279454006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=3048028449279454006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3048028449279454006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3048028449279454006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexpected-blessing.html' title='Unexpected Blessing'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-601681662319390476</id><published>2009-02-03T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:39:48.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Have One of Those Days?</title><content type='html'>I am having a no good, horrible, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;, really bad day. For no real reason in particular. Cam is dumping things out left and right, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; normal. I got no sleep, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; normal. I have cramps, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; normal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what is making me so cranky, but I have boycotted housework and am instead concentrating on laundry. I know this is boring to read about, but really, my day sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-601681662319390476?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/601681662319390476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=601681662319390476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/601681662319390476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/601681662319390476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever Have One of Those Days?'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-3116819674971751763</id><published>2009-01-28T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:56:28.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Tag X2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SYB_9q9-c5I/AAAAAAAAAII/iAfQwbU2x-Y/s1600-h/P3060154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373859270685586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SYB_9q9-c5I/AAAAAAAAAII/iAfQwbU2x-Y/s320/P3060154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373568673151490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SYB_swaH-gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/km2J9LDp3Kc/s320/n106100219_30215524_2914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Where were you when you first found out you were pregnant? At the Dr for my annual checkup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Who was with you? My GYN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- How did you find out that you were pregnant? I went in for my annual, I wasn't late or anything, but came up positive on a urine test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Disbelief. I was on the pill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Your Husbands reaction? Ethans dad was not too happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Who was the first person you told? My daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-Did you plan to get pregnant? That would be a negative lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-Was everybody happy for you? Not at first, it took a few months for everyone to get used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- Did you go out and celebrate? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10- Did you want to find out the sex? Yep I sure did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- What was the sex? A boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12-Did anyone throw you a baby shower? Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- If yes, who? My mom, Jackie and April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14- Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew you weren't going to put on your baby? Yea, I gave them to my cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15- How much weight did you gain? Oh boy, 106 ilbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16- Did you loose all of the weight that you gained? Yea, and then I got pregnant the day after I fit back into my size 2 jeans. It took me 4 years to lose it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(17- Did you get a lot of stretch marks? Yea, but they aren't too terrible, and I gone NONE on my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18- What did you crave the most? Burgers and brownies, which I would promptly throw back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19- Did you crave anything crazy? Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20- Who or what got on your nerves the most? Ethans dad, drove me nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21- Were you married at the time? Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22- Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? I had hyperemesis, (puking all day everyday) and preterm labor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23- Where were you when you went into labor? Applebees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24- Did your water break? Not until my c-section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26- Did you go early or late? Early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27- Who was in the room with you when you gave birth? Ethans dad, and the dr's and nurses performing the surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28- Was it video taped? Some of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29- Did you have any drugs for the pain? Yes I had a spinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30-Did you go Natural or have a c-section? C-section, he was butt first lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31- What was your first reaction after giving birth? Bawled my eyes out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32- How big was the baby? 6 lbs, 6 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33- Did your Husband cry? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34- What did you name the baby(s)? Ethan Gregory Eyre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35-Did the name have any significance to you? Not exactly, it was the one name we could agree on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36-Does the baby's name fit? Yes, he is for sure an Ethan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37- Did the baby(s) have any complications? Just a little jaundice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38- How old is your baby today? He will be 6 in 2 months :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;39- When is the next one(s) coming? Maybe in a few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40- If you could would you do it all over again? You betcha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan&lt;br /&gt;1- Where were you when you first found out you were pregnant? In my bathroom, home from work with a sick Ethan&lt;br /&gt;2- Who was with you? No one&lt;br /&gt;3- How did you find out that you were pregnant? Realized I was a few days late, took a test and it was positive!&lt;br /&gt;4- What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Excited, then terrified, then really happy!&lt;br /&gt;5- Your Husbands reaction? Over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;6- Who was the first person you told? Chris&lt;br /&gt;7-Did you plan to get pregnant? Yes&lt;br /&gt;8-Was everybody happy for you? For the most part&lt;br /&gt;9- Did you go out and celebrate? Not exactly, we celebrated our own way&lt;br /&gt;10- Did you want to find out the sex? Yep&lt;br /&gt;11- What was the sex? A girl&lt;br /&gt;12-Did anyone throw you a baby shower? Nope&lt;br /&gt;13- If yes, who? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14- Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew you weren't going to put on your baby?&lt;br /&gt;15- How much weight did you gain? About 24 lbs&lt;br /&gt;16- Did you loose all of the weight that you gained? Yea within a month or so&lt;br /&gt;(17- Did you get a lot of stretch marks? Not any new ones&lt;br /&gt;18- What did you crave the most? Ummm...fruit mostly. And Peanut butter on tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;19- Did you crave anything crazy? Nope!&lt;br /&gt;20- Who or what got on your nerves the most? Having IV's all the time&lt;br /&gt;21- Were you married at the time? Nope&lt;br /&gt;22- Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? I had hyperemesis, had to have a home health nurse come out and change my iv once a week, (puking all day everyday) and preterm labor&lt;br /&gt;23- Where were you when you went into labor? At the mall with my M other-In-Law&lt;br /&gt;24- Did your water break? Yes&lt;br /&gt;26- Did you go early or late? Early&lt;br /&gt;27- Who was in the room with you when you gave birth? Chris and the doctors and nurses&lt;br /&gt;28- Was it video taped? No&lt;br /&gt;29- Did you have any drugs for the pain? Yes I had a spinal&lt;br /&gt;30-Did you go Natural or have a c-section? C-section, tried for a vaginal, but she went into distress&lt;br /&gt;31- What was your first reaction after giving birth? Bawled my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;32- How big was the baby? 4lbs 14oz&lt;br /&gt;33- Did your Husband cry? Yes&lt;br /&gt;34- What did you name the baby(s)? Cameron Kasey Verry&lt;br /&gt;35-Did the name have any significance to you? Not exactly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36-Does the baby's name fit? Absolutly&lt;br /&gt;37- Did the baby(s) have any complications? Just a little jaundice&lt;br /&gt;38- How old is your baby today? 18 months&lt;br /&gt;39- When is the next one(s) coming? Maybe in a few years&lt;br /&gt;40- If you could would you do it all over again? You betcha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-3116819674971751763?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3116819674971751763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=3116819674971751763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3116819674971751763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3116819674971751763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/01/pregnancy-tag-x2.html' title='Pregnancy Tag X2'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SYB_9q9-c5I/AAAAAAAAAII/iAfQwbU2x-Y/s72-c/P3060154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-4913557756303478188</id><published>2009-01-06T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:29:36.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaned!</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accolmlished&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unaccomplishabe&lt;/span&gt;! I conquered the unconquerable! I weaned Cameron at the ripe old age of 17 months! It was no longer in the best interest for us to continue breastfeeding, as I am having some health issues, but I will get into that later. I have not nursed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt; since the 1st of the year. She is now sleeping through the night (finally, for the most part) and napping like a semi normal toddler. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definatly&lt;/span&gt; time for us both. I think we were both ready. And aside from rock hard (still!) and sore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bewbies&lt;/span&gt;, I am doing great as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my "health issues". I have always been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; anemic. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;, it has gotten much worse, and Cam was basically taking all my nutrition, so I had gotten pretty severely anemic. I also ended up in the hospital a week before Christmas with some really severe pelvic pain and a fever. Turns out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;endometriosos&lt;/span&gt; I have had for around 10 years is making a serious comeback, so I have to have surgery in the next month or so, followed up with monthly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;injections&lt;/span&gt; for 6 months of something called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lupron&lt;/span&gt;, which basically puts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; body into menopause, along with all the lovely symptoms of menopause, for about 6 months to give my body a chance to heal itself and give me fighting chance for future fertility. So, say a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; prayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-4913557756303478188?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/4913557756303478188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=4913557756303478188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4913557756303478188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4913557756303478188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2009/01/weaned.html' title='Weaned!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-5767823290827261002</id><published>2008-11-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:50:56.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>Happy Turkey Day Eve...Day lol. I am baking (yum...Heath cookie bars and hopefully punpkin cheesecake) and cleaning house. I kept the little man home from school today because it was a rainy half day, and we do NOT walk on rainy half days lol. So he will be helping me bake and cleanse the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little mama is trying to talk up a storm. She has her words that she says often, mostly involving food lol, but she is slowly starting to branch out. She is also my other little helper. She loves to throw things in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing pretty good. I am loving my Ativan/Paxil combo. It is making me one happy woman! Not zombie like at all, with just the perfect amount of stepford wife syndrome. Im sure Chris is loving it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with some pics of the lils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. Lol Cam just dupmed out a Capri Sun. Be back later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-5767823290827261002?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/5767823290827261002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=5767823290827261002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/5767823290827261002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/5767823290827261002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-6709402136178213984</id><published>2008-10-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:02:34.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, so incredibly bored. The kids are in bed. Hubby is watching the UofA game. And I can't bring myself to find anything to do but sit at this damn computer. I need to get out of the house. But, it's 9:40 at night, so...where would I go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan had his first basketball game today. Poor kid, clueless lol. It was so danged cute, but I was laughing so hard I was crying and my gut hurt. I mean, he is ONLY 5, but ah, funny stuff. Here is a video of that, and a pic of him doing a slam dunk lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e7efdab9a93729f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e7efdab9a93729f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331287617%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80909E2C229096CDFA167233D501322BA289DD97.73AE399E23E10762E5D929AD2454882D7AE8C5F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e7efdab9a93729f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJlBqqjTsroKxAZzJin7BHiY8_xo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e7efdab9a93729f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331287617%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80909E2C229096CDFA167233D501322BA289DD97.73AE399E23E10762E5D929AD2454882D7AE8C5F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e7efdab9a93729f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJlBqqjTsroKxAZzJin7BHiY8_xo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPq-EmmtdDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IwvwIrPRZc8/s1600-h/Picture+310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPq-EmmtdDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IwvwIrPRZc8/s320/Picture+310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258724501200139314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really excited because his cousin Hayden just joined the team, and it will be nice for him to have a buddy to play with on the team. And Hayden will just add to the super cuteness factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steam cleaned my carpets the other day as well, and this is how we do it in the Verry house lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccde70b7bb117918" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccde70b7bb117918%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331287618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D501CA5E091F43862EF09CC0E296EDDD302BC0572.788BE56F690E5683CC55FC3E15CF272E7471C991%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccde70b7bb117918%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhbtsIrQhPEQ3VjyLk7JYMrgQmSw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccde70b7bb117918%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331287618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D501CA5E091F43862EF09CC0E296EDDD302BC0572.788BE56F690E5683CC55FC3E15CF272E7471C991%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccde70b7bb117918%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhbtsIrQhPEQ3VjyLk7JYMrgQmSw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I will go take a bath, and have freshly shaven legs on my freshly washed sheets. Yes. That is a favorite of mine. Get comfy in my pj's, and go watch something I want to watch without Chris hogging the bedroom tv with ESPN, ESPN2, and all the other thousands of ESPN channels there are. I swear, that man would marry ESPN if it was legal and/or possible lol. So, there. I have a game plan. Night guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-6709402136178213984?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e7efdab9a93729f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ccde70b7bb117918&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6709402136178213984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=6709402136178213984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/6709402136178213984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/6709402136178213984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPq-EmmtdDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IwvwIrPRZc8/s72-c/Picture+310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-6289290015553873438</id><published>2008-10-14T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:13:23.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Off!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to get ready for my job interview. I'm pretty sure I may vomit all over myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ack&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; nervous. Please please PLEASE pray hard for me that I get this job. I really need it and I really don't want to go to another interview &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Interviews &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; make me have to vomit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-6289290015553873438?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6289290015553873438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=6289290015553873438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/6289290015553873438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/6289290015553873438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-im-off.html' title='And I&apos;m Off!!!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-5372672184939520425</id><published>2008-10-13T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:09:23.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay....</title><content type='html'>More videos because they are fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8dd4501d0ab1024c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/5372672184939520425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=5372672184939520425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/5372672184939520425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/5372672184939520425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay.html' title='Okay....'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-1866789077337116227</id><published>2008-10-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:59:07.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicated Mama</title><content type='html'>I am now a medicated mama. I finally took the steps necessary to get better from my Post Partum Depression. I was hoping to not have to resort to meds, but I was on a nasty downward spiral. I am starting to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;On a more pleasant note, I have a job interview with Intel tomorrow! Say a prayer for me, I need this job, we need the money. I am very sad that I have to put the littlest one in daycare, but it is for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot more to update, OH! Ethan is in basketball....soooo cute! I will leave you with a few pics and a video of Cameron getting down to Lil Wayne lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713786555189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPOZVm2FSKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fXpRuNYqoRo/s320/PA010638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPOZV7DXPyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/m-ZV4xgo8c4/s1600-h/P9200590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713791979601698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPOZV7DXPyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/m-ZV4xgo8c4/s320/P9200590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPOZWE7uoPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r4w6P1R4mM4/s1600-h/P8310501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713794631934194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPOZWE7uoPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r4w6P1R4mM4/s320/P8310501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SPOZWU0BY5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LBCFCmoc12g/s1600-h/P83105061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256713798894576530" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Ethan is home from school today, and he and his sister are feeling pretty crappy this morning. The baby was up all night with a fever, and they both are coughing and all kinds of snotty. I guess they so rarely get sick that when it does happens, I remind myself to count my blessings that my kids seem to have awesome immune systems. But with Ethan starting school it was bound to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-7288395670677951372?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/7288395670677951372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=7288395670677951372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/7288395670677951372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/7288395670677951372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-babies.html' title='Poor Babies'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-409147246646320387</id><published>2008-08-19T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:35:55.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaning</title><content type='html'>So, I am struggling with a very hard decision. Cameron is 1 now, and I always said I would breastfeed until "around" one.  No set date to wean. But I am feeling increasingly burdened as even though she is on solid table foods, and drinks from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup, she nurses almost as much as a newborn! I have no time to myself, and she is up literally every 2 hours throughout the night. I feel so selfish, but I just need a break. And I cannot get one from the boob-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;holic&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure what to do, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pted&lt;/span&gt; the drop one feeding at a time approach, and it was a disaster. She screams and throws a hitting, biting, scratching tantrum if I will not let her nurse. But I don't want to just go cold turkey, I feel that would be too traumatic. I don't know. I am at a loss. I feel so blessed to have been given this bonding time with Cam, but at the same time, I am beginning to resent it as well. If anyone has any advice, please please please let me hear it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-409147246646320387?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/409147246646320387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=409147246646320387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/409147246646320387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/409147246646320387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/weaning.html' title='Weaning'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-825164082672983298</id><published>2008-08-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:42:52.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crud</title><content type='html'>So, a night up with the baby and some serious womanly issues have given me the excuse I needed to forgo my workout this morning. I knew it would happen. I just knew it. I am trying not to beat my self up over it, but man, I stuffed my face full of cheesecake bites last night at my mom's (thanks mom!) and now this. Oh well. Starting over tomorrow. Luckily I got right back on the diet track this morning, and have stayed strong all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-825164082672983298?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/825164082672983298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=825164082672983298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/825164082672983298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/825164082672983298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/crud.html' title='Crud'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-8339198770441069359</id><published>2008-08-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:31:43.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw Snap.....Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have officially become inspired. (Notice the 2 posts in one day?) I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.ashleyquitefrankly.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashley's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;post about her &lt;a href="http://www.ashleyquitefrankly.com/2008/03/nlprd-rewrite.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NLP&lt;/span&gt;:RD&lt;/a&gt; and decided I needed my own. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Start Working Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   -&lt;/strong&gt;Follow Couch25K and finish. Follow through this time. Lose that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flubber&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Make Healthier Choices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    -&lt;/strong&gt;Drink more water. Have a salad every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Be Pretty 6 Days a Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     -&lt;/strong&gt;Even Gawd had a day off. Look better and you will feel better.(And hopefully smell better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep A Cleaner House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      -&lt;/strong&gt;Get in a cleaning routine. Dishes must be done every day. House cannot smell funky. The baby should not be able to get a full meal off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Actively Look for a Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       -&lt;/strong&gt;It is time. Need more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cash&lt;/span&gt; flow. Must be able to buy pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Be Nicer to Chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;-Show hubby more appreciation. Even if you don't feel like it. Stop making bald jokes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Let Go of the Little Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;/strong&gt;-Don't let your neurosis get the better of you. If no one is bleeding, it is all good in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Ashley, for the awesome idea. I love your blog, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NLP&lt;/span&gt;:RD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt; me to make some changes of my own. Hopefully you don't mind me ripping off your idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-8339198770441069359?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/8339198770441069359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=8339198770441069359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/8339198770441069359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/8339198770441069359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/aw-snapinspiration.html' title='Aw Snap.....Inspiration.'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-833685977520129914</id><published>2008-08-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:56:16.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffin top'/><title type='text'>Ch Ch Ch Changes.....</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am not overweight. But I am a tad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flubbery&lt;/span&gt;. 2 kids will do that to ya. And I am sick of the jiggle. Well, not all of the jiggle, but the jiggle in my thighs, and the muffing top that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; as though it has been coated with a layer of jello. That is where &lt;a href="http://operationskinnybitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Operation Skinny Bitch &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch25k&lt;/a&gt; come in. I will be getting my fitness on, and eating healthier, drinking more water, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;. Here's to losing the jiggle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA- I just realized how broke out I was last week in the Kindy pics. Yikes. Damn this PMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-833685977520129914?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/833685977520129914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=833685977520129914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/833685977520129914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/833685977520129914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch Ch Ch Changes.....'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-3435347203725883290</id><published>2008-08-09T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:48:16.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xanax is a friend of mine.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hysterics'/><title type='text'>Two Major Events...</title><content type='html'>1)----&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Started School. OMG I have a Kindy Kid. And the homework they sent home on the first day(!) was NuTz!!! It was a little too heart wrenching for me though, Ethan didn't take to it all that great, and Monday and Tuesday morning were spent crying outside his classroom door after the bell rang. Let me clarify...I was crying. I was an emotional basket case. All was well by Wednesday. He was excited to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;This was how he looked pretty much the WHOLE morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8030316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/P8030316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting on a brave face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8030317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/P8030317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what got the water works going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8030318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/P8030318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)------&lt;br /&gt;Cam turned 1. Quite possible my last baby turned 1. We had a "Pretty Pink Pirate Princess" theme, which fits Cam to a T. She had the Most awesome cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which she thouroughly enjoyed lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had lots of fun letting Daddy (or Dede as she calls him) help open presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved loved loved (did I mention loved?) the balloons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080373.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080370.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080366.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080355.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is the obligatory photos of a naked baby wearing a tiara eating a fruit roll-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/P8080345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day full of many memories that I will cherish forever. It has been a fantastic year, and God has blessed me two times over with such beautiful, precious babies. I feel so lucky to have been chosen to be their Mommy! They are the greatest gifts I have ever been given, and have taught me more about life than I can ever hope to teach them. I can only hope that at the end of the day, I am deserving of these children. They are such blessings in my life, and I cherish every moment I have with them, and every breath I am able to take in their presence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-3435347203725883290?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3435347203725883290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=3435347203725883290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3435347203725883290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3435347203725883290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-major-events_09.html' title='Two Major Events...'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l248/stephverry22/Cammie%20Bday%201/th_P8080340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-8818329183614625997</id><published>2008-08-02T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:08:46.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save me from myself...and my children'/><title type='text'>Oh Lawd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SJVRmlzip_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/1F8OQLvW3Z4/s1600-h/P7010226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230176265685870578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SJVRmlzip_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/1F8OQLvW3Z4/s320/P7010226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SJVRm9e_fxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jlXn7rIoZl8/s1600-h/P7100250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230176272042131218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SJVRm9e_fxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jlXn7rIoZl8/s320/P7100250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I never blog. I always think of things to blog about, but am far too lazy. So here is the 411 on whats been going down in Verry town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I starting school this semester (fall). I am going for Nursing and he is going for computer animation. Seriously, my hubby is an awesome artist, though he doesn't give himself enough credit, but he will do awesome in this field. I'm not so sure on me and the nursing. My Nana put it best:"you have to be nice to be a nurse Stephie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 1st baby is starting Kindy in 2 days. I am seriously freking out. I cannot handle the grown upness. We have all the school shopping done, oh God. Where did the time go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron is a walking talking disaster area. She is a hurricane, I pity the fool that gets in her path of destruction. I love her, but jeez. She drives me bonkers. I will leave you all with pictures of the cuteness that is my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-8818329183614625997?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/8818329183614625997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=8818329183614625997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/8818329183614625997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/8818329183614625997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-lawd.html' title='Oh Lawd...'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/SJVRmlzip_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/1F8OQLvW3Z4/s72-c/P7010226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-4435769550040399799</id><published>2008-06-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:45:01.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron......</title><content type='html'>Is walking. Lord help us all. And she figured out how to drink from the toilet. Toilet locks won't work if males in the family don't put the lid down lol. She just all the sudden decided she wanted to walk, and by Golly she did. Determined little thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-4435769550040399799?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/4435769550040399799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=4435769550040399799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4435769550040399799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4435769550040399799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/06/cameron.html' title='Cameron......'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-607793523771096031</id><published>2008-05-28T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:04:45.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker....</title><content type='html'>So, I have not updated in a long while. I have been tiiiiired. Seriously, with Cam on the move (she is 30 seconds away from walking) and all the other dramz the insiders know about, I just haven't had the mental capacity to blog. Which leads me to my next point. This blog will still remain mostly about the kiddos, but I also need an outlet. So, insiders, if you can't handle the truth, the exit doors are there, there, and down the hall to your left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe I have been suffering from a little Post Partum Depression since Cam was about 6 weeks old or so. I was, however, in denial because I didn't want to admit that a repeat of Ethan's first year was happening. So, here I am with the mental capabilities of a 2 year old because I expected far too much out of myself, refused to get help, and want to do nothing but curl into the fetal position and rock. I mean, I am doing a lot better than I was previously, and am by no means in any danger, but I have had a serious case of down in the dumpers. I guess just FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is a hurricane. We call her Hurricane Cam. Honest to God, she is actually driving me crazy. Have I mentioned how much I love Xanax lately? I forgot that babies learning to walk gives me a serious panic attack. Literally, she tries to walk as I try not to hyperventilate. She gets around pretty good though, mostly to destroy my house. She is also starting to talk, No Dada! has been her favorite so far, followed closely by her following me uttering mama over and over again sounding Oh So Pitiful. She has already mastered the whine ladies and gentlemen, and at only 9 months old! We have a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan has an unnatural obsession with Austin Powers and all that goes along with it, thanks to his Sperm Donors parents letting him watch that movie. Can I please tell you how hard it is to keep a straight face when you are in the middle of disciplining a 5 year old and he cocks his eyebrow, looks you dead in the eye, and goes "Riiiiggghhhttt". In a dead on Dr. Evil. Oy vey. This child. These children.  Someone please tell me I will survive this motherhood thing. And all my buddies with only 1 baby under 2? Please please please quit giving me advice! You know nothing of what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next topic. People with no children who think they know EVERYthing about raising them. Especially mine. I know you people mean well, but you have no freaking clue what the hell you are talking about. I know Cameron is pulling her ear. She has done that since she was two weeks old. No she doesn't have an ear infection. Yes I am sure. Ya ya okay, I will take her to the Dr. and waste my money to make YOU feel better. Better yet is the people with no kids who tell you how to discipline your children. I will save that rant for another day. Must go find pictures to update you with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-607793523771096031?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/607793523771096031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=607793523771096031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/607793523771096031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/607793523771096031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/05/slacker.html' title='Slacker....'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-7218599348250819789</id><published>2008-03-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:08:46.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CFKFh0xAI/AAAAAAAAADk/z9mMpQnBtwM/s1600-h/P3120176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183789579432674306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CFKFh0xAI/AAAAAAAAADk/z9mMpQnBtwM/s200/P3120176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes this is my amateur attempt at cake decorating. Ethan begged me for a transformers cake, so I decided to make him one myself. It was my first attempt at cake decorating, so don't laugh...I must admit, shabby as it is, I was proud. I fully plan on continuing to practice and blow everyone away next year..maybe some fondant trials are in order? I must say, I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;radtastic&lt;/span&gt; awesome cookie and cupcake decorator, and my bakery concoctions always taste better than they look. Anyone remember my heath cookie bars from Thanksgiving last year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-7218599348250819789?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/7218599348250819789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=7218599348250819789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/7218599348250819789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/7218599348250819789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye...'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CFKFh0xAI/AAAAAAAAADk/z9mMpQnBtwM/s72-c/P3120176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-5313290332289316017</id><published>2008-03-30T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:08:47.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBKlh0w7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HRSY7eD5BNo/s1600-h/P3200226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183785189976097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBKlh0w7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HRSY7eD5BNo/s200/P3200226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Cammie loves cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBK1h0w8I/AAAAAAAAADE/vTN_mKX_0Gw/s1600-h/P3200227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183785194271065026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBK1h0w8I/AAAAAAAAADE/vTN_mKX_0Gw/s200/P3200227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          My super skinny mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBLlh0w9I/AAAAAAAAADM/E0eW1ScY5eg/s1600-h/P3200229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183785207155966930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBLlh0w9I/AAAAAAAAADM/E0eW1ScY5eg/s200/P3200229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Me and Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBMFh0w-I/AAAAAAAAADU/jNUjvv6597Q/s1600-h/P3200231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183785215745901538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBMFh0w-I/AAAAAAAAADU/jNUjvv6597Q/s200/P3200231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Must have INTERNETZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBMVh0w_I/AAAAAAAAADc/Bd8F7TnUFP4/s1600-h/P3140203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183785220040868850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBMVh0w_I/AAAAAAAAADc/Bd8F7TnUFP4/s200/P3140203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-5313290332289316017?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/5313290332289316017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=5313290332289316017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/5313290332289316017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/5313290332289316017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_CBKlh0w7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HRSY7eD5BNo/s72-c/P3200226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-488329543958808199</id><published>2008-03-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:08:48.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_oVh0w2I/AAAAAAAAACU/at7eC2SIbgY/s1600-h/P3170216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183783502053950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_oVh0w2I/AAAAAAAAACU/at7eC2SIbgY/s200/P3170216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_olh0w3I/AAAAAAAAACc/szTCmbhA980/s1600-h/P3170217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183783506348917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_olh0w3I/AAAAAAAAACc/szTCmbhA980/s200/P3170217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_pFh0w4I/AAAAAAAAACk/8Rg50lN_Ssc/s1600-h/P3200219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183783514938852226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_pFh0w4I/AAAAAAAAACk/8Rg50lN_Ssc/s200/P3200219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_pVh0w5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2kypZL9p5Q/s1600-h/P3200222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183783519233819538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_pVh0w5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2kypZL9p5Q/s200/P3200222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_plh0w6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_k_okxPthV4/s1600-h/P3200224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183783523528786850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_plh0w6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_k_okxPthV4/s200/P3200224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes make me crazy...but I love them. Especially when they are silly together. Case in point, tonight while doing the dishes, Cammie was in her walker in the kitchen, and Ethan decided a fun game would be to push his little sister around the kitchen island &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; style. Complete with sound effects. Hilarity ensued. She thought it was so darned funny, but she thinks anything he does is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the sleeping front, she seems to be falling a little more into schedule. I started laying sown with her during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt; and at bedtime to trick her into a familiar sleeping pattern, and she fell asleep this evening at 10 pm sitting up on my lap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for sleeping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan turned 5 on the 23rd....coincidentally my heart broke a little. But he was so proud to finally be 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-488329543958808199?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/488329543958808199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=488329543958808199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/488329543958808199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/488329543958808199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-children.html' title='My Children...'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R_B_oVh0w2I/AAAAAAAAACU/at7eC2SIbgY/s72-c/P3170216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-4026089558568088170</id><published>2008-03-17T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:37:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have dyed the milk green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. We are doing the naughty leprechaun game in our house this year. Ethan is going to flip the eff out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Speaking of Ethan...that boy ate 4 slices of Papa John's pizza for dinner. Holy crap! That is a lot of food for him. He also told me I am "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; Mommy On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Face of the Earth" for ordering Papa John's pizza. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt; the 9 days of labor and years of butt wiping. Just kidding....it totally made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am in a particularly bummed out mood right now,and experiencing a troubling (but not unusual) bout of insomnia. I miss my daddy. :( Big time. He moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Missouri&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday. He was living just 2 miles down the road from me. I don't know what I am going to do without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cammie got another tooth. She now has her bottom 2 teeth. She looks like a bass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ackwards&lt;/span&gt; bunny. It's so cute, especially when she laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ugh, I can't take it today/tomorrow/last night...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Why must things change, and change so rapidly at that? My babies are getting so big, my daddy left....I just feel lost. But luckily....blogging soothes the soul. Time for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt;/nighttime tea/shower cocktail to put my arse to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I shall leave you with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/13/funny-pictures-dis-my-best-imreshun-of-george-dubya-bush/"&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-SIZE: 652425px; WORD-SPACING: 652425px" alt="Humorous Pictures" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-pictures-cat-george-bush-impression.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-4026089558568088170?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/4026089558568088170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=4026089558568088170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4026089558568088170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4026089558568088170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-2345748608677997025</id><published>2008-03-14T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:50:34.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little update..</title><content type='html'>Cammie is about 3 seconds away from crawling. I am scared. (I say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; regarding her). I forgot what it was like to have a baby on the move. She is so cute. She gets up on her hands and knees and rocks, and then does a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; hop. Have I mentioned lately how much I miss her being a little tiny newborn? It has gone by so darn quick...it is making me rethink my previous plans to get my tubes tied in a year. Don't tell Chris that though...he will never let me live it down. Cammie was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; tiny. 4 lbs. 14 oz. and 17 in long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leeetle&lt;/span&gt; baby. I just loved cuddling her while she nursed. Now she has to be into everything, and she is so distracted while she nurses, it's like a juggling act. I don't know, I just miss my cuddly little baby. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; and get knocked up again, but...**sigh**. Babies. They get me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;. But luckily I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;justfound&lt;/span&gt; out that my Sister In Law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AnneMarie&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! A baby in the family that isn't mine! One I can give back! I have NEVER had that happen before. I'm beyond excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is turning 5 a week from tomorrow. And I am going to have a nervous breakdown. It's too much for this mommy to handle. I cry just thinking about it. I am going to be such a wreck. Not that it is any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; than any other day....but still. I am just distraught over him turning 5. I need to be medicated or sedated fr that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been on my mind lately. It makes me sick that I cannot breastfeed in public without getting odd looks. I mean, my "goodies" are covered, you can't see what's going on. I think all breastfeeding women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; breastfeed IN PUBLIC with no shame. It is the only way we are ever going to re-normalize it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hate trying&lt;/span&gt; to schedule things I want to do around breastfeeding. It shouldn't be that way. I saw a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BaBa&lt;/span&gt; Baby Elmo" the other day, it is an Elmo that you feed a bottle and he goes to sleep,and I told Chris they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Boobie&lt;/span&gt; Baby Elmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. He thought I was strange. I don;t know, it is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I have become passionate about. I am in no way a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lactivist&lt;/span&gt;" or "lactation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt;", but I do think it shouldn't be the big deal that it is, and the only way it won't be is if we as women make it a normal event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-2345748608677997025?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/2345748608677997025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=2345748608677997025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/2345748608677997025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/2345748608677997025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-little-update.html' title='Just a little update..'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-6044649222060466355</id><published>2008-03-12T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:02:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>So, my daughter has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that after months and months of being a dream baby, she no longer wants to sleep...ever. Like...ever ever. I'm scared. She slept through the night since she was 6-8 weeks old. Like, 8-10 hours a night most nights, and took 2 naps anywhere from 3-4 hours long. Now, she won't sleep...period. What do I do? I CANNOT cry it out. I just don't have the heart. I know some people may read this and wonder why I am complaining when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is probably just going through a phase and has otherwise been sleeping great since she was a newborn? 1 word. Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Ethan was born, I thought like most normal babies there would be no reason for him not to be sleeping through the night by six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; of age. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I am the weakest link because that boy slept through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; night once, when he was 10 months old, then not again until he was a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lmost&lt;/span&gt; two. I really thought I got lucky with Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED sleep. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-6044649222060466355?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/6044649222060466355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=6044649222060466355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/6044649222060466355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/6044649222060466355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-4217967861090976961</id><published>2008-03-05T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:46:50.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FuN tAg!!</title><content type='html'>I really should be in bed...but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my To-Do List:1.Clean House...disaster area since the RSV fiasco 2.Laundry....shoot me now 3.Plan Ethan's Bday Party...I am such a procrastinator .4.Drop off my cousins birthday present...see # 3...her bday was Feb 27th 5.Shave my legs-thanks for reminding me Afton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy: 1.Fudgesicles 2.Pork Rinds...I know..how sick! 3.Anything chocolate 4.Hot Cheetos 5.Lately graham crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad habits I have: 1.I bite my nails 2.I am perpetually behind on laundry 3. I never drink enough water 4.See above snacking habits 5. Never put *me* first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do if won the Lottery:Put away for my children's college education, buy a house...with a maid *wink*, and probably be cheap about everything else, but possibly go on a Walmart shopping spree...I'm hick like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite word: 1. apparantly&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite word: 1. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Favorite childhood memory: Anytime I spent at my Nana and Papa's&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite childhood memory: Probably when they moved away, I felt like my whole world stopped turning&lt;br /&gt;Best friend from your childhood: Jeannie Casillas&lt;br /&gt;Current best friend: My cousin, Melonie Koenig...she has been there for me through everthing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-4217967861090976961?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/4217967861090976961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=4217967861090976961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4217967861090976961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/4217967861090976961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-tag.html' title='FuN tAg!!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-3490722803411850415</id><published>2008-03-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:08:48.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me RSV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8oCPdfb7TI/AAAAAAAAACE/myb6aJLzJto/s1600-h/camtreatment2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172949586626211122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8oCPdfb7TI/AAAAAAAAACE/myb6aJLzJto/s200/camtreatment2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8oCC9fb7RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sD-FRgMSjcw/s1600-h/camtreatment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172949371877846290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8oCC9fb7RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sD-FRgMSjcw/s200/camtreatment.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8oCDdfb7SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BySfFR0EyAE/s1600-h/camtreatment.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor poor baby has RSV. It is by far the most heartbreaking illness I have been through with either child so far. She has to have breathing treatments every 4 hours, and about an hour before they are due, she struggles to breathe. I just want to cry or her, and I have. The Albuterol in the treatment makes her too wired to sleep, and when it finally wears off, she is coughing so hard she can't sleep still. Poor thing is so sleep deprived, she has started falling alseep with the mask on, before she get too wired but starts getting some darned relief. I can't wait for her to feel better, she has a Urinary Tract Infection on top of it, and is going to have to have testing done o her kidneys to check for an abnormality. I have been saying a lot of prayers lately, which I dont do often enough. Hopefully they are heard. I'm scared. I would trade my sleep for a thousand years to see her feeling well again. It is so hard to see your babies sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-3490722803411850415?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3490722803411850415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=3490722803411850415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3490722803411850415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3490722803411850415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/03/bite-me-rsv.html' title='Bite Me RSV!'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8oCPdfb7TI/AAAAAAAAACE/myb6aJLzJto/s72-c/camtreatment2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-3708138501644129963</id><published>2008-02-26T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:08:50.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam's 1/2 a Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmU9va7OI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8U4U0rcSOKs/s1600-h/camb7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171230044996693218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmU9va7OI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8U4U0rcSOKs/s200/camb7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVNva7PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FYTbvbsoN24/s1600-h/camb6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171230049291660530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVNva7PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FYTbvbsoN24/s200/camb6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVdva7QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sW-8h9uLoT8/s1600-h/camb5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171230053586627842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVdva7QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sW-8h9uLoT8/s200/camb5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVtva7RI/AAAAAAAAABE/DCJ8_in7v1o/s1600-h/camb4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171230057881595154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVtva7RI/AAAAAAAAABE/DCJ8_in7v1o/s200/camb4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVtva7SI/AAAAAAAAABM/jWuFoN9fCi4/s1600-h/camb3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171230057881595170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmVtva7SI/AAAAAAAAABM/jWuFoN9fCi4/s200/camb3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8Plqtva7NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/azZj9GBMrdA/s1600-h/camb8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171229319147220178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8Plqtva7NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/azZj9GBMrdA/s200/camb8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8Plcdva7MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K8g5NIOhbVw/s1600-h/camb9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171229074334084290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8Plcdva7MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K8g5NIOhbVw/s320/camb9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, 2 weekends ago, we had Cammie's half a birthday party! Some might think it's dorky, but being the super mushy sentimental mommy that I am, I did it for Ethan, so I figured I should keep the tradition going. Grandpa Jay got Cammie a "smash cake" and we put it on the snack tray of her walker and let her go to town. I believe she got a little bit of a sugar high though because she got paranoid that everyone was going to take her cake, and would take off like a bat out of hell when anyone would try to come near her. It was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-3708138501644129963?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/3708138501644129963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=3708138501644129963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3708138501644129963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/3708138501644129963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/02/cams-12-birthday-party.html' title='Cam&apos;s 1/2 a Birthday Party'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R8PmU9va7OI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8U4U0rcSOKs/s72-c/camb7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015800813821445153.post-8850809018903792053</id><published>2008-02-25T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:47:42.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>So, as my first posting, I suppose I should introduce us! My name is Stephanie Verry and I am 23 years old. My husbands name is Chris Verry and he is also 23 years old. We have 2 children, a son named Ethan gregory who is turning 5 in March, and a daughter named Cameron Kasey who is 6 months old.  We live a pretty laid back life, just enjoy spending time with good friends and family. The purpose of this blog is just to keep you guys updated on the kiddos....so enjoy I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015800813821445153-8850809018903792053?l=theverrys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/feeds/8850809018903792053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015800813821445153&amp;postID=8850809018903792053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/8850809018903792053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015800813821445153/posts/default/8850809018903792053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theverrys.blogspot.com/2008/02/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>The Verry's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09177891176118712231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rwgikq5r7vM/R94ADjFUfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/qj-xZmO4ky8/S220/P3010115.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
