<?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-843883113898350900</id><updated>2011-10-03T11:22:23.222-07:00</updated><category term='Our Story'/><title type='text'>And Baby Blake Makes Four!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.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-843883113898350900.post-6463511296248832687</id><published>2011-01-05T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:00:08.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Latest Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm going to take a moment to catch you all up on what's been going on with me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since mom seems to have her hands full chasing around my big brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 5 months old now and trying my darndest to talk and scoot around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558786133172622322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTGiVIfE_I/AAAAAAAAAu4/5npKsHTYE5A/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558788958447727810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTJGyGj9MI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4LvQH_BAgOk/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" /&gt; These pics are from November, this is around the time I discovered my feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutely love my feet and how they just seem to be the perfect size for fitting into my mouth:) Mom and dad always cringe when I do though, they think I have sweaty feet....to which I think adds such a great flavor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this house, no matter where I'm at, I'm always sure to keep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an eye out for my big brother.  He can come out of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTGhxfk1CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Ngyw4sDtfDU/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558786123605791778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTGhxfk1CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Ngyw4sDtfDU/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558782388123327346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTDIVvJ23I/AAAAAAAAAtg/NmD1ofWJogo/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B135.JPG" /&gt; At almost 4 months old, mom caved and gave me cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then it was the store brand.  Now mommy has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun making my food here at home with the magic bullet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lane and I bought her for Christmas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving my bananas and butternut squash!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558782392400790322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTDIlq-wzI/AAAAAAAAAto/1yIuF1ribPs/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B139.JPG" /&gt;VROOOOOOOOM!!!!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558784800483246066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTFUwek__I/AAAAAAAAAuY/XcR3-g5Ol0Q/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B173.JPG" /&gt;Lane really wanted no part in me hitching a ride.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He let me stay long enough just for mommy to snap a few shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big brother is going to have to learn to share or one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of these days I'm gonna kick his you know what!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTFVKM95rI/AAAAAAAAAug/R9aO421VOWE/s1600/dec%2Bdownload%2B179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558784807388702386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTFVKM95rI/AAAAAAAAAug/R9aO421VOWE/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still here?  Well good, because I've got a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more things to show ya!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558782400500001362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTDJD1-6lI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VH_cuUvErqE/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B147.JPG" /&gt;Mom and Dad took us Christmas tree hunting with some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a kick outta Lane looking like Ralphie's little brother from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Christmas Story.  He got the hang of it after falling over a few times...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I shouldn't laugh just yet, being that I have yet to stand on my own two feet.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558782418841759330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTDKIK_7mI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HAvKALnrUcE/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B164.JPG" /&gt;After the big hunt, we went back to our girlfriends place to warm up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's great being a baby...look at the size of my chair compared to my bros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But regardless, they drug them everywhere that day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTFUZbf3LI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/DJ3sCYFAW2M/s1600/dec%2Bdownload%2B172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558784794296310962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTFUZbf3LI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/DJ3sCYFAW2M/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Lastly, since mom has yet to download Christmas pics, is our lovely Santa photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a load of this guy...Santa?  Imposter more like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we are looking at the kids standing in line.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This IMPOSTER is checking out the clock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be a baby and all, but he ain't fooln' me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558784787618688930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTFUAjbb6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qQ-X7-kzucc/s320/dec%2Bdownload%2B160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still told him our list of requests and I gotta hand it to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because he was able to relay our list of demands to the REAL Santa:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all the time I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to eat, poop and sleep again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-6463511296248832687?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6463511296248832687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=6463511296248832687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6463511296248832687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6463511296248832687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-latest-happenings.html' title='Our Latest Happenings'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TSTGiVIfE_I/AAAAAAAAAu4/5npKsHTYE5A/s72-c/DSC_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-6545881695862852709</id><published>2010-11-01T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:31:13.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat Smell My Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8eAE5XZ2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/e0Z7GbSkdM0/s1600/october+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675453724813154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8eAE5XZ2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/e0Z7GbSkdM0/s320/october+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gimme all your candy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d_lqPpJI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8XqgxY9TB2c/s1600/october+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675445339890834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d_lqPpJI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8XqgxY9TB2c/s320/october+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hero fireman and his trusty dalmatian sidekick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d_U9avbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6ldqkEoFZeM/s1600/october+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675440856907186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d_U9avbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/6ldqkEoFZeM/s320/october+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lane had a ball ringing the doorbells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d--I3rfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FG6JpBZEnFw/s1600/october+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675434730925554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d--I3rfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FG6JpBZEnFw/s320/october+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've got some serious business to conduct this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d-jjlEsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NsXDdoLl7Sk/s1600/october+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675427595195074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8d-jjlEsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NsXDdoLl7Sk/s320/october+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake's first halloween and mommy's first attempt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at sewing a costume...so many dots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dC48raeI/AAAAAAAAAss/22pDuJy3TPU/s1600/october+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534674402545461730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dC48raeI/AAAAAAAAAss/22pDuJy3TPU/s320/october+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lane carried on a complete conversation with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his new buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dCtR1ohI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wuZig-OEBsw/s1600/october+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534674399412986386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dCtR1ohI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wuZig-OEBsw/s320/october+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lane called gramma while dad was busy carving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying "I want a knife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dCf28l-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/p_Z3FMXTztA/s1600/october+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534674395810535394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dCf28l-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/p_Z3FMXTztA/s320/october+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 months old and putting everything in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dCE10_OI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8E355vBt3kE/s1600/october+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534674388558085346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8dCE10_OI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8E355vBt3kE/s320/october+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and rolling over the hard way...back to tummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(still working on the easier one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear he'd be crawling if it wasn't for the slick mat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's really got the inching down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-6545881695862852709?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6545881695862852709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=6545881695862852709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6545881695862852709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6545881695862852709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2010/11/trick-or-treat-smell-my-feet.html' title='Trick or Treat Smell My Feet'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TM8eAE5XZ2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/e0Z7GbSkdM0/s72-c/october+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-6862728388796978977</id><published>2010-09-26T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:28:04.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally accomplished the FIRST BATH (at 7 weeks old!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he were going to school, Blake may have been the "Stinky Kid" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL....very different with numero dos:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521305588179242610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eLefNjnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/jwqeKir7enU/s320/blakes+first+bath+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eKoW9LBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/30nk0Eqb0Vk/s1600/blakes+first+bath+019_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521305573649099794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eKoW9LBI/AAAAAAAAAr8/30nk0Eqb0Vk/s320/blakes+first+bath+019_crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521305583420720946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eLMwsRzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/bf8PCHp6JKQ/s320/blakes+first+bath+032_crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eKIEoTjI/AAAAAAAAArs/BRA6an_hWYA/s1600/blakes+first+bath+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521305564982300210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eKIEoTjI/AAAAAAAAArs/BRA6an_hWYA/s320/blakes+first+bath+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Brother splashes a bit too much to share a bath just yet, but he loves his little B!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current Stats and Haps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Lane will be 2 in a little over a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*He's talking up a storm and amazing us with his vocab everday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Just a tad shy of being able to ride the ferris wheel inside Scheels! He looks like a 3 year old!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Blake is going on 10 weeks old this week&lt;br /&gt;*At 2 month check up measured a ridiculous 25.5 inches long and 12.8 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Already into 6 month clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Smiling like crazy and wanting so badly to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-6862728388796978977?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6862728388796978977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=6862728388796978977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6862728388796978977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6862728388796978977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2010/09/brother-bath-time.html' title='Brother Bath Time'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TJ-eLefNjnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/jwqeKir7enU/s72-c/blakes+first+bath+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-3244931112077388682</id><published>2010-07-26T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:43:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY BOY BLAKE BILLAU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;    It's true. I am now officially out numbered in my own home...even the dog is male (I think we need a new dog...LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Blake arrived as scheduled July 21st, at 9:06 in the morning. Weighing in at 8.1lbs. and 21 inches long. The C-Section was textbook and the healing process is going fantastic. Have had plenty of help from the hubby and grandparents, which makes my life a piece of cake...I feel useless and hate it to be honest. Lane LOVES his little bro! He can't give him enough hugs and kisses. He always enters the room saying "Blake. Baby Blake. Brother...Kisses" It's too cute. Looking down at Blake for the first time, we could all swear he and Lane are twins, just separated 20+ months:) The only difference is Blake's hair isn't as crazy as Lane's was (and still is) and is a tad bit darker. Blake also had a cute little quirk to one of his ears. They are both too stink'n cute! Okay...on to the good stuff and what you're all waiting for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498264897726576994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3Cyx39-WI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/alh9Er_4iDo/s320/baby+blake+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy's feeling great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498264908754520674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3Cza9PCmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Jk7VwciwFac/s320/baby+blake+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a BOY!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498264916888307010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3Cz5QexUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wBC-R88fGlw/s320/baby+blake+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Big Brother enjoying mommy's celebratory cupcake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498266993060358002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3EsvmeJ3I/AAAAAAAAArI/-wWRUn2z3Y4/s320/baby+blake+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Big Brother Kisses&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498264924126317730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3C0UOKDKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qM0gsB1UCyY/s320/baby+blake+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498264932285987298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3C0ynkueI/AAAAAAAAAqw/d1PI2WorZV8/s320/baby+blake+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going for a walk with the boys.  Mommy's coming too, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she's just moving a little slow.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498266970657069122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3ErcJHGEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/3X46H-PuKCc/s320/baby+blake+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy getting me ready to head home...FINALLY!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498266982809367954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3EsJacdZI/AAAAAAAAArA/m3D3pkXFHkg/s320/baby+blake+038.jpg" /&gt;My funny big brother&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498267006009786450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3Etf12wFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XqKh1fBgUB8/s320/baby+blake+051.jpg" /&gt;And brand new ME!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498267011712866802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3Et1Fk2fI/AAAAAAAAArY/s8xebqk2t2s/s320/baby+blake+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-3244931112077388682?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3244931112077388682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=3244931112077388682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/3244931112077388682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/3244931112077388682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='BABY BOY BLAKE BILLAU!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TE3Cyx39-WI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/alh9Er_4iDo/s72-c/baby+blake+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-7324017341097174947</id><published>2010-07-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:36:29.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This update is long overdue (I can just picture you all nodding your heads in agreement). Lane is growing at an alarming rate and doing great. We've recently been trying to transition him into his Big Boy Bed, which he loves...and loves to get out of just as much. I would say we average a once a week sleep in the BB Bed. His vocabulary is ridiculous. His most recent favorite words are delicious and gorgeous. And he's counting to three easily and sometimes 5 when he feels like showing off:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cashew will be arriving in a very short 2 weeks (Lane was Peanut...this unknown gender baby is known as Cashew). All is going well, just exhausted. Found out that my platelet count is low, so had to run another test to be sure. If continues to stay on the low side, it will affect how they administer my anesthesia during my Csection...fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Enough of the gab onto what you really came to see....THE PICTURES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riding the Ponies with Dad in March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490860990599616226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN0-qe9VuI/AAAAAAAAApY/9RRn3vxIGKY/s320/Lane+Nov-June+137.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping out Daddy&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490861009755099522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN0_x1-0YI/AAAAAAAAApo/RXX2MFCh4OY/s320/Lane+Nov-June+261.jpg" /&gt;MMM...Thirsty&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490861003425186050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN0_aQ0AQI/AAAAAAAAApg/NRl6cjWnMVY/s320/Lane+Nov-June+258.jpg" /&gt;Mom has an intersting way of applying sunblock&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490861021615272530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN1AeBqslI/AAAAAAAAApw/ItiCXDgvYAE/s320/Lane+Nov-June+272.jpg" /&gt;Hiking to the falls...mommy looks a little bloated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from last nights dinner still! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490861569529943698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN1gXKtFpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/J9Xw1eMSGXc/s320/Lane+Nov-June+300.jpg" /&gt;Look! No Feet!!! VROOOOOOM!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490861563061564034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN1f_EhcoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/CZiSwWlip24/s320/Lane+Nov-June+295.jpg" /&gt;I love my two-wheeler!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490861030994918834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN1BA98vbI/AAAAAAAAAp4/T9ZUiAo4OVQ/s320/Lane+Nov-June+296.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-7324017341097174947?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7324017341097174947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=7324017341097174947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/7324017341097174947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/7324017341097174947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone...?'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/TDN0-qe9VuI/AAAAAAAAApY/9RRn3vxIGKY/s72-c/Lane+Nov-June+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-1257170510504262404</id><published>2009-11-22T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:31:06.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just a little FYI to be sure and scroll down past the following post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and catch a glimpse of Lane's Birthday Bash!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love y'all and hope you're well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-1257170510504262404?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1257170510504262404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=1257170510504262404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1257170510504262404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1257170510504262404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention.html' title='ATTENTION'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-1875385695443454876</id><published>2009-11-22T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:41:42.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What??? My Birthday's Over?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just couldn't stop the partying when I woke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the morning after my big celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105971427198690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnmO6HPxuI/AAAAAAAAApI/EFmPXcX1Nro/s320/bday+and+halloween+225.jpg" /&gt; Watching the wildlife outside and admiring the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moments of my decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105964887426738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnmOhwCxrI/AAAAAAAAApA/5eqpknH3dc8/s320/bday+and+halloween+222.jpg" /&gt;Gotta love balloons...and static electricity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105981353584498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnmPfF4Z3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/FdOD3GSO4gk/s320/bday+and+halloween+235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to share the photo of mamma trying on one of my outfits.&lt;br /&gt;She just couldn't resist it was so cool.  She's gotta another&lt;br /&gt;thing coming if she thinks I'm going to let her borrow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnmOH8B7VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oPj7aHPlokE/s1600/bday+and+halloween+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105957958380882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnmOH8B7VI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oPj7aHPlokE/s320/bday+and+halloween+210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Halloween Monkey Business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407104471135102386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Swnk3lFvJbI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/z6V_yk5YKsQ/s320/bday+and+halloween+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105214292281474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Swnli1kNyII/AAAAAAAAAog/QGkszgNKyJA/s320/bday+and+halloween+143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy was the Zoo Keeper.  How fitting is that!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407104475103321474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Swnk3z31XYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/2exos0ZyeGA/s320/bday+and+halloween+134.jpg" /&gt;I was tuckered out before the first house!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105233640833458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Swnlj9pRQbI/AAAAAAAAAow/osL9J8Cxxk8/s320/bday+and+halloween+158.jpg" /&gt;Finally home and ready for dinner and bedtime!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407105225478107010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnljfPH74I/AAAAAAAAAoo/Eq7NmDbkARM/s320/bday+and+halloween+185.jpg" /&gt; Hope you all enjoyed your Halloween!  I sure did!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah...I even learned what a monkey says in time for my trick-or-treating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-1875385695443454876?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1875385695443454876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=1875385695443454876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1875385695443454876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1875385695443454876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-my-birthdays-over.html' title='What??? My Birthday&apos;s Over?!?!?'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnmO6HPxuI/AAAAAAAAApI/EFmPXcX1Nro/s72-c/bday+and+halloween+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-975279299867043019</id><published>2009-11-22T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:13:40.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 12 Month Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that I am the BIG NUMERO UNO, I'm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Running! Why walk? It only slows me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Dancing my little legs off! I especially love dancing to musical cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Not only crawling up the stairs, but also now working on backing down on my tummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Brushing my first tooth! Okay. Maybe not brushing, but I do have one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Trying to force myself up onto anything I can...I've even been known to stack boxes just so I can stand on them and be an even bigger boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Talking a ton! Mamma, Dadda, Papa, nana (banana and grandma...which my mom says she'll take), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up, dog, car, moon, ball, there, giggle (tickle tickle). I still answer when asked what a cow or ghost says...if you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch me on a ggod day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*When asked to take a bath or get my diaper changed, I head to the stairs because upstairs is where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the poop gets changed and my body gets clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Spinning in circles...don't ask...I don't know why I started doing it either...but it's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bringing mommy and daddy books to read to me all the time. I love books!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Cuddling with my doggy Hagen. He loves to give me the biggest and wettest kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I'm clapping all the time and learning to play patty cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Waving good-bye, whistling (too cute), pointing to my head, mom and dad's ears and nose...oh and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belly buttons! I love to find belly buttons...just not my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*And as witnessed by grandma and because us grandma, I said and sometimes repeat the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;word "Damn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping Mom with my decorations&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407085674771815554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnTxfLgnII/AAAAAAAAAlw/rDyv1ktO3pM/s320/bday+and+halloween+024.jpg" /&gt;I thought it looked better this way!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087811377684514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnVt2qC4CI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-W9OdTYeTss/s320/bday+and+halloween+027.jpg" /&gt;I actually got this thingamagig to work once or twice!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407085677169646770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnTxoHMnLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/I0xC8Ua6OIk/s320/bday+and+halloween+028.jpg" /&gt; Only the Birthday Boy got a cool hat to wear!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087819674944930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnVuVkRBaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/zFgUTSbMIBk/s320/bday+and+halloween+055.jpg" /&gt;This is the coolest present ever!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087836773883490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnVvVQ-HmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dOugKDelIbw/s320/bday+and+halloween+073.jpg" /&gt;OOOO...what's this?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087828571597234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnVu2tZKbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TB1dZAxESMI/s320/bday+and+halloween+063.jpg" /&gt;Oh my goodness. There's more!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087839835073810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnVvgq0LRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/AllItxZRIPg/s320/bday+and+halloween+077.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping myself to the veggie tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407084398004379618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnSnK2bn-I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/N29uF4js8xM/s320/bday+and+halloween+049.jpg" /&gt; mmm. cucumber&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407084400731942834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnSnVAu77I/AAAAAAAAAlY/5R_ehMFOidc/s320/bday+and+halloween+050.jpg" /&gt;Swinging with daddy&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407084389718506482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnSmr-7O_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/IMZeH4RzHVo/s320/bday+and+halloween+043.jpg" /&gt; Trying to stay hydrated so I can keep up&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407090125383754322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnX0jAFYlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6QnigU5KSU8/s320/bday+and+halloween+099.jpg" /&gt; Mom made me monkey cakes!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407090135902154354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnX1KL3bnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6_VP90Eb4sM/s320/bday+and+halloween+116.jpg" /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407090137611582434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnX1QjbO-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/whxXKk06wPk/s320/bday+and+halloween+122.jpg" /&gt;Give me that cake!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407090149095196226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnX17VVRkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vDgMOHYtVjU/s320/bday+and+halloween+124.jpg" /&gt;I tried to share...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407090153877351218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnX2NJfKzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/evA81zCsii8/s320/bday+and+halloween+141.jpg" /&gt;But there were no takers&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407091596064821234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnZKJtxj_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/mRMOE_kCroU/s320/bday+and+halloween+142.jpg" /&gt;Mommy and Daddy had so much fun watching me&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407091604741588882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnZKqCeh5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/_Az_rVcIp9k/s320/bday+and+halloween+177.jpg" /&gt;But I didn't have fun when they let Hagen try and clean me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407091607538656914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnZK0dWZpI/AAAAAAAAAng/tprZI8-_5gM/s320/bday+and+halloween+188.jpg" /&gt;I'm outta here! It's my birthday and I don't have to put up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with this crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-975279299867043019?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/975279299867043019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=975279299867043019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/975279299867043019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/975279299867043019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-12-month-happenings.html' title='My 12 Month Happenings'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SwnTxfLgnII/AAAAAAAAAlw/rDyv1ktO3pM/s72-c/bday+and+halloween+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-2438535332146130810</id><published>2009-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:27:38.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotta show you a little of what I've been up to...BESIDES TURNING 1 TODAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A visit to the pumpkin patch with mom and dad and Grandma Amy and Grandma and Papa Billau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much orange! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait until mom gets around to my Halloween pics! I hope these will hold you off till then. Shouldn't be too awfully long, being that she's got to share my first bday party pictures with you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOw55nSR7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/qb1leVzPPTU/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400854886911985586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOw55nSR7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/qb1leVzPPTU/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400854881218409474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOw5kZ1NAI/AAAAAAAAAko/b8mWUpDrMy0/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv5o113nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/39Ss3FxZ_3k/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400853782898007666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv5o113nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/39Ss3FxZ_3k/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv48MNW6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/PSdfu555UTI/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400853770912226210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv48MNW6I/AAAAAAAAAkY/PSdfu555UTI/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv3-YUdHI/AAAAAAAAAkI/f--N09bI7QI/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400853754320024690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv3-YUdHI/AAAAAAAAAkI/f--N09bI7QI/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv3T04ATI/AAAAAAAAAkA/TKsCfJrCgMM/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400853742897070386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOv3T04ATI/AAAAAAAAAkA/TKsCfJrCgMM/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOuL4mymgI/AAAAAAAAAj4/6HFeR_jeNr8/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400851897344236034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOuL4mymgI/AAAAAAAAAj4/6HFeR_jeNr8/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOuLvaAgWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mNadIyOoZ70/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400851894874702178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOuLvaAgWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mNadIyOoZ70/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOuLE1hx9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/BhZl_94Xg4s/s1600-h/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400851883447404498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOuLE1hx9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/BhZl_94Xg4s/s320/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-2438535332146130810?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2438535332146130810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=2438535332146130810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2438535332146130810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2438535332146130810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-gotta-show-you-little-of-what-ive.html' title='I&apos;ve gotta show you a little of what I&apos;ve been up to...BESIDES TURNING 1 TODAY!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SvOw55nSR7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/qb1leVzPPTU/s72-c/Lane%27s+Pumpkin+Patch+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-260939669931409530</id><published>2009-08-03T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:44:22.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 8 Month Happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay y'all.  For some reason this blog thingy mommy has set up for me, isn't letting me edit and rearrange my work.  So today we are going to do something different and start with some pics!  Oh, and a quick shout out to my girl Peyton in N.C.   We all hope your new baby sis gets here soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867408089512626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj-mMFerI/AAAAAAAAAjg/19pLVR2b2Oo/s320/Lane+8+months+194.jpg" /&gt;Patiently awaiting Peyton's baby sisters arrival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867406263044114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj-fYnyBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/eYfjjCnaCJE/s320/Lane+8+months+187.jpg" /&gt;Okay...have the patience of an 8 month old.  Time to play and wave at Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj91KhYsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f2nKRwCPvEI/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867394929615554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj91KhYsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f2nKRwCPvEI/s320/Lane+8+months+171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few of my favorite things!  Not the bars...just the stairs.  Mommy says these are the only bars I had better EVER be behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj9uWzL-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Bf0djxee1Tw/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867393102065634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj9uWzL-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Bf0djxee1Tw/s320/Lane+8+months+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first play date with an older woman!  Don't worry, it was supervised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndis18b21I/AAAAAAAAAjA/fanQINW26cg/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365866003569564498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndis18b21I/AAAAAAAAAjA/fanQINW26cg/s320/Lane+8+months+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What you lookn' at punk?  Yeah...that's a banged up eye.  My first of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndisipekVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/8kBSAfuN3ug/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365865998389776722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndisipekVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/8kBSAfuN3ug/s320/Lane+8+months+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love hanging out with Hagen in the yard while mommy waters her plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndisO2v0rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VCM0rC2trS8/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365865993076724402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndisO2v0rI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VCM0rC2trS8/s320/Lane+8+months+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndirvPGTiI/AAAAAAAAAio/rBVSz1Hs3O0/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365865984588926498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndirvPGTiI/AAAAAAAAAio/rBVSz1Hs3O0/s320/Lane+8+months+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim lessons are a blast!  Check out the elephant they let me play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndirOgR0VI/AAAAAAAAAig/goG1syjSZ8I/s1600-h/Lane+8+months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365865975802614098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SndirOgR0VI/AAAAAAAAAig/goG1syjSZ8I/s320/Lane+8+months+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay...now for my update.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy reminded me today that it's been quite some time that I let all my lovely followers know what I've been up too...or getting into rather...hehehe. So I told mommy enough of her silly games and to go take a nap so that I could finally sit still and fill you all in on my 8 month happenings. You know I'm going to be 9 months on Wednesday! Can you believe it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past month I have learned to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Crawl on my hands and knees&lt;/strong&gt;. I've been army crawling since 7 months and they've been trying to recruit me ever since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Pull myself up using any and all means necessary. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm no longer laying or sitting in my crib awaiting mom and dad to come scoop me up. I'm standing at attention baby! Come to think of it, I don't like to sit much at all anymore...if I'm able to stand, I stand damn it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Scaling the entire flight of stairs.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm walking pretty dang well with some assistance if I do say so myself. I can even take the steps like a big kid, standing tall, with mom and dad's help of course...but not for too much longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Teeth.&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. Not me. Besides, mom is in love with my gummy smile:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Wave hello and goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;  Sometimes I don't do it until you turn around, so be sure not to miss it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Whistle and Snap.  &lt;/strong&gt;Okay, maybe not quite like mommy and daddy do (though neither of them whistle very well) but I am surely giving it a valiant effort.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;I've increased my vocabulary to contain "dog" and "duck".  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Can stay underwater for 5 seconds! &lt;/strong&gt;I just love my swimming lessons with Daddy.  I'm a natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heading into my 9 month and I can only imagine what I will be up to!  Mommy and Daddy say I need to just slow down...oh, and to stay out of Hagen's food.  hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-260939669931409530?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/260939669931409530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=260939669931409530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/260939669931409530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/260939669931409530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-8-month-happenings.html' title='My 8 Month Happenings!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sndj-mMFerI/AAAAAAAAAjg/19pLVR2b2Oo/s72-c/Lane+8+months+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-8595092252579593497</id><published>2009-06-19T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:14:32.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having to much fun!</title><content type='html'>Mom told me that I had to post at least one picture before we went camping (if you call having a blender and cable camping) this weekend. She informed me that my people have requested pictures...but what I should send I haven't a clue. I was just going on 4 months old since my last post to you all, and now I fear I am an old man. This body of mine has grown by leaps and bounds in a matter of what seems like minutes. I am now the ripe age of 7+ months and taking my baths in the sink! Is this what happens when you grow up? You go from the luxury of your very own bathtub, to a stainless steel box! But I will admit, just don't tell mom and dad...I LOVE IT! So now I'm getting soapy bubbles in my new bath sink and I get to &lt;strong&gt;make&lt;/strong&gt; my own bubbles in this ginormous bathtub one day a week! I think it's called a drool or something, because that's what me and the others do in it...and maybe some do other things, but I'm not going to tattle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so much fun splashing around. I even went under water for one whole second! They say every week they will add a second to my underwater time...I just hope after week 3 or 4 they take away instead of add....could you imagine? They're going to turn me into a fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Now that I am the big 7+ months, there are a few things I need to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along with my developing fins, I am also crawling and sitting up like a pro! My little monkey feet are really a big help when it comes to crawling or even grabbing toys that are just out of my reach. I talk and talk and talk all day, and managed to shock everyone way back on Easter Sunday by saying "mama" and a short week later, I followed that up with "dada". No, I don't say it all the time, I don't want them to think I'm totally dependent on them or something, but I do throw it out there every now and then...it's worth it to see the look on their face:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've discovered my nose and also found grandma's and just last night I waved at mom and dad. No, they weren't going anywhere, but they were flailing their arms about at me, so I figured I'd do it back. It was the polite thing to do. Oh, and this morning I discovered dad's nipples. Nooooo...not like that you guys! I'm smart enough to know the difference. So I gave them a good tug and twist, which may very well have been my first purple nerple! So many firsts and the past month...what could possibly be next...steak and eggs maybe or a triathlon? I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052593413037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjum_kNEHnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CeU2B_Jx9rE/s320/Lane+7+months+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watching Auntie Hazel race her Nova in Fallon (just a little redneck)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052600199014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjum_9e95rI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rUASvqMa2qo/s320/Lane+7+months+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Papa said he didn't like my Hawaiin Shirt...said it was too loud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052602284133522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SjunAFQGTJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kosQj-NN-gw/s320/Lane+7+months+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He soon apologized when he looked down at his own shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052612083901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SjunApwi4vI/AAAAAAAAAho/bzkRtcPVPps/s320/Lane+7+months+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the boys.  I was the only sober driver!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052614094095234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SjunAxP0A4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/XhEHPbhhapM/s320/Lane+7+months+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandma Carole snuck me some of her popsicle while mom and dad finished golfing with papa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054699752244866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjuo6K7dxoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/tnsr_aUx1k0/s320/Lane+7+months+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I looked like shortly after my popsicle...and we told mom I only had a taste:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had soooo much fun at my swimming lessons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054695968602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjuo581X-pI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6_h70T0igh8/s320/Lane+7+months+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054682585941314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjuo5K-sxUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/1ubS4uU87uM/s320/Lane+7+months+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Doing the back stroke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054691043669330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjuo5qfLdVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mJ-1jtDY4pE/s320/Lane+7+months+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I've got a new girlfriend!  We had so much fun playing together.  The younger girls are just too immature for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054687762610818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjuo5eQ6eoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xMyjkyGmwJ8/s320/Lane+7+months+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you all enjoyed my pics!  Have a fun weekend:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-8595092252579593497?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8595092252579593497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=8595092252579593497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/8595092252579593497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/8595092252579593497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-to-much-fun.html' title='Having to much fun!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/Sjum_kNEHnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CeU2B_Jx9rE/s72-c/Lane+7+months+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-1246898523781508775</id><published>2009-03-18T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:42:03.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; March has been busy, busy, busy. Not only did I celebrate my 4 month birthday, daddy and I got the entire gang together at an enormous bounce house warehouse, to surprise mommy for her big 3...0! She was sooooo excited. I think she forgot that evening who was the kid in the family. But acting like a child at 30 (or older) doesn't go without repercussions. Mommy acquired an almost black eye from Uncle Larry in the jousting arena and what she thought to be a broken toe from some point in the first 40 minutes of bouncing. Grandma Carole tore cartilage in her knee while trying to race someone through the squishy obstacle course! Yeah...I know...CHILDREN! But all are okay and have been healing well. No surgery required. I had such a fun time watching everyone that I forgot to take a nap. I stayed awake through it all and partied like a true rock star! Must admit, I was feeling it the next morning...I had to squeeze in an extra nap or two:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 30th Mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703864350352818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGfAZD_pbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZeWmlIc1Gx0/s320/30th+bday048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't seen that nursing bra before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703856127056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGe_6baG2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/KJe5l3SLJCw/s320/30th+bday049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Grandma! GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314702933843193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGeKOpzLrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FuZA80f6cy0/s320/30th+bday028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the jammies folks...mommy thought I was just going to grandmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and didn't know I should be in party attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703866386351122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGfAgpahBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ApbozdCKofE/s320/30th+bday041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, that's papa's feet you see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's hustling to beat someone through the obstacle course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314703844943714338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGe_QxF2CI/AAAAAAAAAgw/BbwaRKDYU0M/s320/30th+bday045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mommy and Uncle Larry...still smiling even after the eye incident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314702925511677426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGeJvnaVfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/qIynrgut-_o/s320/30th+bday019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mommy and Daddy look silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314702908744177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGeIxJumEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_g5_a-mVvi8/s320/30th+bday005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Auntie Cris giving daddy a beating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314702935630716450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGeKVT-niI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EnlbI8u30Dg/s320/30th+bday023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, enough about mommy being a year older...how about me being a month older??? I can't believe how big I am getting. Mommy, once again cleaned out my closet and tore off the tags of my 3-6 month outfits...though the 6 months ones fit me the best. At my checkup I weighed in at 13.8 lbs and measured a towering 26.25 inches! Yep...Long string bean. That's me. I grew 2.25 inches in 2 months...that's just craziness. And what's up with those stupid shots??? OUCH! But I handled them like a big boy, mommy and daddy were so impressed with me. I just can't wait to get older so I can go for this ice cream stuff they keep talking about when I get my shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I had a bit of an upset tummy, but only in the evening after dinner which mom thought was strange. Whatever it was, I managed to give the bug to mommy, both my papa's, and grandma Carole. They were dropping like flies...but I feel better! Daddy thought he may be getting it, but mommy and me have been doing our best to help him stay healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay everyone, that's my in a nutshell update. Hope you like all the pics...and that you don't get my bug just by reading this:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Lane &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314699760946094626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGbRisLoiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yu2t5zcDn6k/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Family Jewels"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314699749890854114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGbQ5gaDOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2OnGvyzo0vo/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love my carrots!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314699773039844098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGbSPvjmwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/r34JK0ggf8Q/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my feet...they taste so similar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314699752864991378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGbRElfyJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/rmyBBecbPu4/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Holding my bottle all by myself...Mr. Independent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314699774097647410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGbSTrwZzI/AAAAAAAAAfY/G9qhC0k-amI/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314701605732551922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGc87DjDPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bf-i2R22pVM/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mommy just can't get enough of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314701613633952978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGc9YfY3NI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4XW-LbkBA3g/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today Miss Berta painted my feet so I could make a rainbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314701627827900802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGc-NXfUYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3uUiKaO5Rp4/s320/Lane+4+monthsl+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We have so much fun at school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314701619746424562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGc9vQtxvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/MqAxoYIXaUA/s320/Lane+4+monthsl+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we got home, mommy put her tennies on and gave me my first pair of shades.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took Hagen on a long walk...it is such a beautiful day.  Now watch it snow tomorrow...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314701628811989666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGc-RCHUqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Hq6sulH_yDk/s320/Lane+4+monthsl+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-1246898523781508775?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1246898523781508775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=1246898523781508775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1246898523781508775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1246898523781508775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin...?'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/ScGfAZD_pbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZeWmlIc1Gx0/s72-c/30th+bday048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-5890738581432774551</id><published>2009-02-22T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:05:46.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm almost 4 months old!!! Throughout the past month I have been doing so many impressive things...well at least mommy and daddy think so. They can't get over how fast I'm growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy finally talked mommy into letting me try cereal for the very first time. For what I could taste, I loved it! I'm just so congested these days it's hard to tell how good things are. So mommy and daddy decided to hold off on the cereal again until I'm feeling better. Stupid cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am still enjoying my new Bumbo chair! I'm such a big boy sitting all on my own. I also got a new Exersaucer from grandma and grandpa. And no it's not for my kankles, nor the adorable dimples on my thighs (mom only wishes hers were as cute as mine), it's pure entertainment...and developmental of course...what isn't that comes into this house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...I've got a full belly and mom says it's time to say goodbye. Enjoy the latest pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846111415643506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIm7T_RLXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Y6m-T43Q2_o/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo, Lane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Congratulations to Peyton on going to be a big sis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I've got two of you to choose from! hehehe I'm such a playa:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846118601961922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIm7uwnscI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PKjyo0156QQ/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy got to document my first ride in the 6 seater buggy at school..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848680490345682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIpQ2iaJNI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BlaT1VaYHVQ/s320/Lane+3+months+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so embarrassing, her taking all those pictures with my friends around...but I managed to ham it up anyhow:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848678509634610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIpQvKK5DI/AAAAAAAAAeY/McTO6t9TuTs/s320/Lane+3+months+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watchin' some boob tube with daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848670767238706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIpQSUPTjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Pec8qadRThA/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; It's cereal time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847065588057378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIny2jsxSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/a-NhrhXO5tE/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847060625447106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaInykEhWMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ouL2oOsmFqw/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846122122257026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIm7737IoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0JcjzeZf7Io/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846116264743042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIm7mDYkII/AAAAAAAAAdY/MD9xedXtkXI/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847055888388946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaInySbHk1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_feARivSlmQ/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847054726736242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaInyOGKKXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/h0zm9PRRkzw/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847063477815634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaInyuslCVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LeU93c4GD8U/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy's got a big crush on me:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846111684627394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIm7U_Zi8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Q2GpPMKnayc/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me in my new Exersaucer!  My feet even touch the bottom!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305853708291294578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIt1gjkRXI/AAAAAAAAAew/7sLsLcKygjw/s320/Lanes+first+cereal+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-5890738581432774551?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5890738581432774551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=5890738581432774551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/5890738581432774551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/5890738581432774551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many-firsts.html' title='So Many Firsts'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SaIm7T_RLXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Y6m-T43Q2_o/s72-c/Lanes+first+cereal+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-7903691792422817403</id><published>2009-02-16T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:42:40.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprise for Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Valentine's Day, mommy took me to get my pictures taking by my buddy Stew at the same picture place I got my first professional shots taken...over 3 months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had such a fun time posing for the camera. I really hammed it up this time because this time was extra special. We wanted to surprise daddy for Valentine's Day so mommy had grandma Carole sneak daddy's firefighter gear from his work so I could take cool pictures with them. Luckily for me, daddy had a backup jacket so I didn't have to try and do my best work while plugging my nose from the smokey smell or get black yucky stuff all over my clean and oh so baby bottom soft skin:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't easy, but I kept the secret from daddy for two whole days.  Never once letting on that I had my pictures taken with his extra special fire protecting jacket and helmet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every one's top pic!  I haven't quite grown into my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fireman's jacket just yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611037984679618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2I6nq5sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rlNJAz3dLYA/s320/0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611037492876642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2I4yalWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A8UpGRG5Qj8/s320/0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was having such a fun time.  I even got a case of the giggles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611047006320850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2JcOmONI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nf660zLrVfw/s320/0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your newest and littlest hero posing in front of ol' Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303609394489165762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0pQHzh8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/YKpN84D-aCI/s320/0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm sorry...my hand just seems to find its' way to my mouth these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2JVVYMbI/AAAAAAAAAb4/mkJWCMrmEwo/s1600-h/0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611045155713458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2JVVYMbI/AAAAAAAAAb4/mkJWCMrmEwo/s320/0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stew and grandma also managed to talk mommy into posing with me too!  We had sooooo much fun, though mommy couldn't help but be relieved when her turn was over.  She said she was sweating bullets in daddy's jacket...I didn't think it was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613500306454866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4YPe7eVI/AAAAAAAAAco/r3l0uKiPq0w/s320/0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always getting kisses from mommy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613327844731042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4ONA2aKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/63rWpWlNj-M/s320/0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mommy was getting pretty warm about now...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613322070674882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4N3gNTcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/S5VVwHb_PbE/s320/0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613332087403266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4Oc0YcwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1XM50HWTPOg/s320/0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So I thought I was here to take serious, big boy pictures with daddy's stuff...these rose petals are certainly not daddy's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2IlKbvoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lXU7_fruqxk/s1600-h/0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611032224906882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2IlKbvoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lXU7_fruqxk/s320/0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what the heck...I still look adorable!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0rAbUIfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HcLpo0tSdYY/s1600-h/0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303609424635765234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0rAbUIfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HcLpo0tSdYY/s320/0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0qZky01I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZftV5lv0Bak/s1600-h/0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303609414206542674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0qZky01I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZftV5lv0Bak/s320/0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0pCd6ToI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vdjh05swy9Y/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303609390823788162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0pCd6ToI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vdjh05swy9Y/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613311687134066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4NQ0lC3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/pYKGsFi6CPU/s320/0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Are we about done here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613321692453202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4N2GCGVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4PS_RgolA8E/s320/0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These last two photos were so much fun...I just wanna know where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can get a huge rubber ducky so I can drop the hint to mommy and daddy or even grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and grandpa!!!  yeah...that's what I'll do... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613500989974578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo4YSB5KDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/enKoQ7-M4OU/s320/tub2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be getting hungry, because there's that hand again and my feet too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone says I got my mommy's monkey feet, the way I curl my toes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and grab onto things:)  I once grabbed my grandpa Dave's lips with my toes!  He was very impressed with my grip and lucky for me, he thought it was cute:)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0oghJIiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6ly96YPPMfA/s1600-h/tub1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303609381710537250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo0oghJIiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6ly96YPPMfA/s320/tub1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that's it...for now at least.  Oh, and mommy is telling me to apologize for her lack of updates.  We have just been having too much fun together.  I keep her and daddy pretty entertained:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours Truly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lane Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-7903691792422817403?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7903691792422817403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=7903691792422817403' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/7903691792422817403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/7903691792422817403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-for-daddy.html' title='A Surprise for Daddy!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SZo2I6nq5sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rlNJAz3dLYA/s72-c/0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-6935091780776917522</id><published>2009-01-12T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:46:47.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Wednesday, Lane was fed, dressed and placed ever so snug in his carseat by 7:15am. We were out the door and headed to school. I would of loved to have taken more time off to be with Lane, but getting back to my classroom was also on my mind. Fortunately for me, my school is very understanding and agreed to meet me halfway....and also fortunately for me I get to take my son to work with me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to work teaching only the morning half of kindergarten, which I feel to be most crucial being that I cover all the language arts and mathematics during that time. It's great to be back and it's great being able to have the freedom to check in on my son whenever I choose. They just give me a call or walk down the hall when he's hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lane is in a class of 5 infants and 3 awesome teachers. I couldn't feel more comfortable. One of the babies is 4 months old and seems to be only a pound or two bigger than Lane and he's 2 months! His length is just crazy!!! Last week I had to go through his entire closet and remove the newborn outfits. There is just no way that we can squeeze him into them any longer. It's bad enough having to box up/get rid of my own clothes...now I have to do the same for him, but at least I can't convince myself that he will lose 5 lbs. and still be able to wear certain outfits again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of his first day and also of some recent tummy time...which he is growing to like more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All warm and toasty in his carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538880301472738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvFFMbDG-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/2E-7aDqYkcY/s320/DSC00115_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Smiling big for mom. So excited for his first day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538888168599890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvFFput8VI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BK3sZTvzIRs/s320/DSC00117_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lane poses with one of his teachers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538891077211506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvFF0kL1XI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EdwaSTBuqPs/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just lounging around taking in my new surroundings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538907049237122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvFGwENmoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jshjjmkhNG4/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Squeezing in a nap before mom comes to take me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538902644609826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvFGfqEUyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KMhXFhrGRLg/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tummy Time!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290540685259147714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvGuQaficI/AAAAAAAAAag/mTwbH1Q4TcA/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Vogue Vogue Vogue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290540676887148578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvGtxOc-CI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Z9pgWeHogpE/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Timber...I'm done entertaining you guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290540676153296242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvGtuffRXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ryHLTu2FQx0/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-6935091780776917522?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6935091780776917522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=6935091780776917522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6935091780776917522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6935091780776917522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SWvFFMbDG-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/2E-7aDqYkcY/s72-c/DSC00115_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-2785438959960652744</id><published>2008-12-29T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:03:00.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little Lane had his 2nd checkup today and that means shots!!! The poor guy screamed the moment he felt the needle break skin. I immediately teared up...but also managed to take a few pics to commemorate the moment. Before the doctor gave him his shots, she informed us that he could react one of two ways: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He will scream and cry for a good couple of hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He will sleep the next few hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shane and I were of course leaning towards the later. Well...the heavens must have parted at that very moment, because we had a sleepy baby for the three hours that followed. I just wish we could have taken him to Baskin Robbins or something for ice cream afterwards. He did such a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His stats, at almost 8 weeks are 11.8lbs and 24 inches long (the size of an average 4 month old). He is in the 90% for height and 50% for his weight. He also had to show off for Dr. Tammy (as usual). She placed him on his tummy and he propped himself right up with his arms and held his head up getting a good look at us all. Such a show off...and again more pictures:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane had a busy Christmas between seeing family in Fallon and a fun xmas day here in Reno with Shane's folks. For his grand and great grandparents, he had fun getting messy making "Billau" (hehehe) footprints that we decorated together...no seriously we did. Lane was strapped in the baby bjorn helping with the hot glue:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285358595982175298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVldo9gTLEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N_u-90tvlrA/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Billau" Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285358600932010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVldpP8bq2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/sY-kB0mJNXc/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Opening presents at Gramma Amy's and Papa Mike's in Fallon &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285358612500222482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVldp7CgkhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qaYwG18Ml8Q/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Modeling the new onesie his Daddy bought him:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285358617153836898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVldqMYBF2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pT-pzxqx2fg/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Big cheese for the camera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285358627803508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVldq0DGLsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/rVML-04GbAQ/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Opening up the locket Lane got me for xmas...put the smiley photo from above in it:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285360635099710002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVlffpzzgjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/soRET9hQp-M/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where's Lane?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285360643671927890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVlfgJvlLFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NUki1wVLFlw/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Opening up presents sure takes it outta ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285360656613822514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVlfg59K0DI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Fq8Z14IIqUo/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking at all the snow at gramma Carole and grampa Dave's on xmas day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285360674080504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVlfh7BjOqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-FYW2mMb-zk/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hagen and Poo Poo get in on the family photo in front of the tree:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285360677007274914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVlfiF7WM6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/93dS6qhquoU/s320/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sooooooo BIG!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope you all had a wonderful holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-2785438959960652744?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2785438959960652744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=2785438959960652744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2785438959960652744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2785438959960652744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SVldo9gTLEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N_u-90tvlrA/s72-c/Lanes+first+Christmas+08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-6853323785790891624</id><published>2008-12-17T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:42:49.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He does exist!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we ventured out to see Santa at his Workshop setup so conveniently at the mall:)  We weren't about to brave it over the weekend, nor do I think we would have had the patience needed to accomplish such a task with a 6 week old in tow.  I can't even remember the last time I saw the "Big Guy" himself...Oh wait...I was in college and I believe it was my soph/junior year and Kelly's dad dressed up for us.  Does that ever bring back the memories! Regardless of when or whom, I certainly don't remember him being underweight and sporting only two teeth! But I must admit, the old man at the mall pulled it off and was a very cute Santa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798266548728370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SUkqC2gisjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ePnjjCT7sag/s320/Lane+and+Santa+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting in line for our first of many pictures with Santa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798276351527490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SUkqDbBtikI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mwSbn6wtTJE/s320/MEADOWOOD_20081216_000111_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798286118049570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SUkqD_aO1yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-padkqhSVDk/s320/MEADOWOOD_20081216_000114_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798284897043474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SUkqD63HxBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pYemFXVu0_s/s320/MEADOWOOD_20081216_000112_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-6853323785790891624?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6853323785790891624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=6853323785790891624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6853323785790891624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/6853323785790891624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-does-exist.html' title='He does exist!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SUkqC2gisjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ePnjjCT7sag/s72-c/Lane+and+Santa+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-1922084699759087216</id><published>2008-12-05T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:40:56.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Exhausting Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns3r9EvYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YEDlX_yn2FA/s1600-h/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508879877094786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns3r9EvYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YEDlX_yn2FA/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe our little guy is 1 month old already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane went on his first Christmas Tree Hunting adventure today and it was so exciting, he couldn't help but snooze through the entire experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It began with a 45 minute drive up to the mountains, followed by a 30 minute drive into the mountains where the trees stood tall, practically begging to be chopped down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane rode silently the entire trip up in his car seat, while Hagen (the dog) did just the opposite.  That dog whimpered and whined the whole drive up.  Which isn't all that out of the norm for him, but made for a long car ride for Shane and I.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we reached our destination, we all got out to take a look at a nearby tree and Hagen didn't waste a second.  He went right to his business and continued on doing so until 1 and 2 were out of his system.  Maybe that's what all the whining throughout the trip up was all about.  Oops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following in Hagen's lead, Shane and I both took separate sides of the truck in an attempt to make yellow snow...which would have been successful had there been any snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane was successful at making something yellow...his diaper was quite the sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had his first changing on the bed of the truck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also had to put him in his mumphy X-mas tree hunting outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So warm and cozy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508902936733506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns5B2650I/AAAAAAAAAW4/e0wuPlQLmp8/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Show me those happy to be hunting smiles boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508878854202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns3oJMoqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/El1qzHDXGB4/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Strapped in to the 'Baby Bjorn' and ready to hike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This thing rocks...I may strap it on while at the house:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508884559398034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns39ZbBJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-2VHkoYgwaA/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After wandering about, we found our tree just off the beaten path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508897283674626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns4szIEgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zTed1ugmsXY/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lane was very excited about our tree choice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510254920413778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STnuHuY8slI/AAAAAAAAAXY/4dk5F09TbZE/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hagen keeping a lookout while dad saws away (by hand...what a man) We had been offered a chainsaw to use, but declined.  After sawing for 20 minutes, Shane wished he hadn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510242647697490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STnuHAq56FI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4gxTjONRONQ/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lane just couldn't control his excitement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510247614152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STnuHTK__XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XnBnF_X0wOM/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510234875151778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STnuGjtyRaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/UYXwnBiwuC4/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the tree was loaded and we began our decent down the mountain we had to wake Lane to eat being that he had slept for the past 4 hours and it was meal time.  Just after the 4.5 oz of formula made it safely into his tummy and stayed, I felt a rumble along my leg.  We all know what that means.  Upon reaching the main road, I checked to see if a changing we necessary.  We had a blowout!  Right there in the front seat on mom's lap, in his mumphy x-mas tree hunting outfit.  I handed him off to dad to do the dirty work:)  We can definitely say the truck was christened today:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510263012181970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STnuIMiLR9I/AAAAAAAAAXg/M3nzJsm-Cxk/s320/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-1922084699759087216?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1922084699759087216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=1922084699759087216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1922084699759087216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1922084699759087216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-exhausting-getting-old.html' title='It&apos;s Exhausting Getting Old'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STns3r9EvYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YEDlX_yn2FA/s72-c/xmas+tree+hunting+with+lane+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-8226614903044318195</id><published>2008-11-29T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:46:39.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lane's First Thanksgiving(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane is just adorable as ever and growing at a rapid speed! He is now 24 days old...already nearing the 1 month mark, which we can't believe. During his 2 week checkup, we found that he not only made his birth weight of 7.6 lbs. but that he was (then) 8 lbs...and as I said before, growing more and more with each minute of the day. He is in the 90% for his height/length and 45% for his weight. I can't wait for our 2 month checkup at the end of December. I'm betting he will be nearing 10 lbs. if not a bit more! I just can't get over how every morning when I wake to feed the little guy (in the earrrrrrly a.m.) he looks a bit bigger:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136822142563618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STF_fwSddSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_gP5RqJNYQ4/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; You're never to young or to old to crack a little smile when it comes to GAS:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136828579160962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STF_gIREI4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/yGPrLmkMPSg/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very fortunate to have not only celebrated one, but two Thanksgivings surrounded by family and friends. First was Sunday in Fallon at Nani Irene's house, where Lane got to meet his two Great G-mas from my side of the family. Though he slept 95% of the afternoon away, he certainly didn't let everyone passing him around or the dogs barking at the doorbell, disturb his slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane with Dad and G.G. Nani Kay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136842892119858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STF_g9lijzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B5TZ-cQf-W0/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane, Mom and G.G. Nani Irene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136835173460834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STF_gg1RK2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/73W1cpp5fEM/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cousin Braelen...He gave Lane the best kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140343966642706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGCswGwMhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kOUHeXD4BY8/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane with his Great Aunt Maureen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136850468561666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STF_hZz54wI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bgM2vRp3N_0/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nani teaching Lane how to cheat at cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274144422434117378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGGaJlLFwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vZvtGzPrqx8/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The 5% of the time he was awake. Nani adoring her great grandson while Papa torments (in the most loving way of course;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140348848686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGCtCSuRrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3Z1Iz0mOdy0/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Too much turkey the day before! Like father like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140357606498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGCti6v4SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EYujxEJjLjw/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanksgiving Day! Our first bath...and first time peeing in his bath water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fun never stops:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140369248231922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGCuOSWofI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BvkBXJssSHk/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140372636135858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGCua6F8bI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8kbbeIvYLN0/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274144429209656162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGGai0lm2I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QPiToSyzGxQ/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274148887064968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGKeBoHfFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/b1hJTgw7IYk/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The drying part wasn't as much fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274144436248470066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGGa9CxYjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/fNx3TRR8XbI/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All dressed up and ready to hit the road! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah. The hat is still a bit big, but I just couldn't resist. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274148883526549666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGKd0cfgKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qYajxuWxJ-o/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving at Grandma Carole's was delicious. So much food, I wished I had worn my maternity pants!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lane, Dad, G.G. Helen and Cris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274144445265298962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGGbeojRhI/AAAAAAAAAVo/liwrHPfCaRo/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lane, Gramma Amy and Papa Mike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274148900135809666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGKeyUcsoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_SQIhXMJR7U/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Billau Clan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274148910121967842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STGKfXhVYOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/k7zvhFQEP9o/s320/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your families and friends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-8226614903044318195?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8226614903044318195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=8226614903044318195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/8226614903044318195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/8226614903044318195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/lanes-first-thanksgivings.html' title='Lane&apos;s First Thanksgiving(s)'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/STF_fwSddSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_gP5RqJNYQ4/s72-c/Lanes+1st+Thanksgiving+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-1649436325246503837</id><published>2008-11-12T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:41:34.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's a Week Old Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRsvKMQU4KI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3MVGId3Yttc/s1600-h/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267856041274826914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRsvKMQU4KI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3MVGId3Yttc/s400/DSC_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lane Michael Billau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born Wednesday, November 5, 2008 at 8:10 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weighing in at a grand total of 7 lbs 6 oz and stretching a wopping 22 1/2 inches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267949994403897954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRuEm-73ImI/AAAAAAAAATg/Cd-LCOeJ-hE/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lane showed us all from the start how strong he was. Enduring 32 hours of labor, from water breaking at 11:50 pm on Monday eve and his long awaited birth on Wednesday morning (Shane and I are counting it all as labor!). He gave us quite the scare, not once, but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the long hours and a delivery to be remembered for a lifetime, Shane and I couldn't be happier...the same goes for all the grandparents, great grandparents, and his excited Uncle Larry and Auntie Hazel and cousin Cameron too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some goals for the day (2nd nursing shift)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267867684438540210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs5v6a3_7I/AAAAAAAAASY/iFk6z5osodI/s320/DSC_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mommy and Lane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267867699308269730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs5wx0GEKI/AAAAAAAAASg/Qo8JX44IcU0/s320/DSC_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Daddy and Grandpa Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267867711001520754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs5xdX-6nI/AAAAAAAAASo/RoY6ys9NbGQ/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glowing Grandma Carole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267867727409553010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs5yaf9nnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gwZDLymxOig/s320/DSC_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set of glowing grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Papa Mike and grandma Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267867717871231138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs5x292YKI/AAAAAAAAASw/JUFA1rXqIYg/s320/DSC_0545_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of Lane's 3 Great Grandmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871261317529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs9AHVR_mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uGjekm1H3-M/s320/DSC_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lane's proud Uncle Larry and cousin Cam &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871252259592866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs8_lls2qI/AAAAAAAAATI/_0huUy5fRCs/s320/DSC_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No you can't take him home Auntie Hazel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871239030804530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs8-0TtkDI/AAAAAAAAATA/DYKRmBD9i2U/s320/DSC_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The whole gang with baby Lane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871280625694546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRs9BPQtN1I/AAAAAAAAATY/sfwC7xeqkv0/s320/DSC_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-1649436325246503837?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1649436325246503837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=1649436325246503837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1649436325246503837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/1649436325246503837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-whos-week-old-today.html' title='Look Who&apos;s a Week Old Today!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SRsvKMQU4KI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3MVGId3Yttc/s72-c/DSC_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-2946134935098696145</id><published>2008-10-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:10:39.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday Morning Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...No...we haven't welcomed Lane into the world...yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nature that had my eye for a good hour and a half Saturday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While poking my head out the backdoor to check that the dog wasn't getting himself into any trouble, something caught my eye in the pond (which is just between our house and the 6th tee box on the golf course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at the photo. Do you see it? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261642673535527778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUcIlsfK2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/9YCXQjS9sK0/s320/DSC_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here...take a closer look... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261642678427266258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUcI36xLNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ype0ZXSezFk/s320/DSC_0417_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes! A deer...well, a buck, to be gender correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Young and handsome, with two points on his antlers...not quite ready for the mantle (if you're into that sort of thing), but beautiful regardless.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261643696371206322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUdEIDhCLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/eDltk-rYSGc/s320/DSC_0452_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat and watched him for a few minutes to see how he was going to go about getting himself out of the chilly situation he got himself into....but nothing. So I figured I would call up the golf course and report my sighting, which I think the guy thought I was delirious. I must have repeated myself three times before it sunk in that they have a deer taking up residence in their pond. And to kill two birds with one stone, I also made a tee time for Shane and the Dads to golf on Halloween, which was on my to-do list anyhow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261643705994942402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUdEr5_l8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VC3qdXvbJ-Y/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So after a look from afar by a representative of the course...and a call on the cell to report that the lady who called in was not delirious and there was in fact a buck in the pond...well...that was all actually. Not even an attempt to spook the deer and get him inspired to start swimming for shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being that I was outside with the camera, and completely captivated by this animal, I decided to take in some other sights that surrounded me that I could share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nature was out in full force this a.m. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648531457548082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUhdkJ7nzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9HVffxQnWYc/s320/DSC_0441_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A group (or is it a flock) of quail munching on the seeds and teeny bugs and whatever else they munch on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648514176728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUhcjx3PRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dnFxXfRLtkg/s320/DSC_0436_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; An adorable yellow finch nibbling on one of the many wild flowers we have growing on our fence line. I know my grandmothers have told me numerous times the name of this flower, but I have failed them and cannot recall. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648525563743474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUhdOMvTPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iNaElEIeznA/s320/DSC_0440_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And lastly, before I get back to the buck stranded in the pond...a four legged scavenger, whom took a glance at the supposedly 'trapped' young buck. But this coyote, unlike me, didn't want to waste his time waiting around to see if this silly deer would come to the realization that hey...I can swim!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648500743143762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUhbxvDAVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/U8UXV5XYRD4/s320/DSC_0422_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So I guess the golf course decided they were not qualified to deal with such a problem...so whom better to call to the rescue than Nevada's finest...Fish and Game Services. By this time Shane had made it home from work and we, along with my father-in-law watched intrigued as we saw the two approach with a lasso in hand. We truly wanted to see them lasso this buck and 'lead' him to safety...because we all now how deer are known for their obedience on a leash. If the lasso was to be involved, especially from that height...we knew for sure someone was going swimming. Which leads to why I have so many pictures....I didn't want to miss a moment and the possibility of having the $10,000 entry for America's Funniest Home Videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653031074207586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUljeiJF2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nxCNwulO3hs/s320/DSC_0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Well...no such luck at capturing a hilarious moment...the buck heard the man making his way around him and wanted no part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653048656086818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUlkgB_RyI/AAAAAAAAARA/lvA-KPcOFng/s320/DSC_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653062758976418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUllUkYS6I/AAAAAAAAARI/fdDCREng0jI/s320/DSC_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He sprung from the ledge he had clung to for more than an hour and put his legs to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653074049826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUll-oU_oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YqGd4b7HMA4/s320/DSC_0465_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653112753095090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUloOz6AbI/AAAAAAAAARY/f46qGSMRICc/s320/DSC_0467_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He could swim! AMAZING isn't it??? Silly deer...maybe he suffers from low self-esteem or wished his mom hadn't taken away his floaties so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261654803039447154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUnKnnk6HI/AAAAAAAAARg/pzSZhfk3paI/s320/DSC_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261654812870937458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUnLMPli3I/AAAAAAAAARo/6Z0oWWvnVq0/s320/DSC_0469_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Almost there buddy and you're free!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261654819954328882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUnLmoZhTI/AAAAAAAAARw/xzpOwpro6J4/s320/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261654827213166770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUnMBrCmLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2uM3tarjtis/s320/DSC_0477_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261654835675364370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUnMhMlfBI/AAAAAAAAASA/UustaaLIM40/s320/DSC_0480_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Gone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658299297251810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUqWIMZQeI/AAAAAAAAASI/E7dyjZvPdfc/s320/DSC_0482_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I kept an eye on this guy for almost 2 hours Saturday morning. Who knows how long he was in that water. Some of you may think I am crazy for having invested so much time...but I like to think of it as one of my wonderful characteristics that makes me...me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EASILY ENTERTAINED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before I go, a &lt;strong&gt;quick&lt;/strong&gt; update on our little Lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No centimeters have I gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nor softened cervix have I obtained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am just a fingertip and have been for 3 weeks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who knows when this kid will arrive and take his bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They say he has hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and is well endowed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for that his father is very proud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-2946134935098696145?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2946134935098696145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=2946134935098696145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2946134935098696145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2946134935098696145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-saturday-morning-excitement.html' title='My Saturday Morning Excitement'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SQUcIlsfK2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/9YCXQjS9sK0/s72-c/DSC_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-5858417741749118970</id><published>2008-10-13T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:21:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just waiting on Lane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Baby Showers are officially over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our last shower on Saturday night and boy was it hilarious! Being that we waited until October to throw our final bash, we figured it was only appropriate to make it a costume party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane and I had about 7 couples over to our "Playboy Mansion" and the costumes ranged from Tight Ends and Wide Receivers to Indiana Jones and a can of Buzzed Light Beer. I gotta give everybody props for creativity and braving our winter weather temperatures in spandex, fishnets and jockstraps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poo Poo awaiting our guests arrival in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashionable&lt;/span&gt; Playboy attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256802710807739442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPqNrgBfDI/AAAAAAAAANw/TlJzJRlsHZs/s320/3baby+shower+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All Star Tight End and Wide Receiver posing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256802708122505570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPqNhf0EWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kT0TWxqo8z0/s320/3baby+shower+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Indie coming to the rescue with quite the head on that beer...maybe the dirty beer pong ball will assist in ridding some of that foam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256802713734092050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPqN2ZuFRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1FWV-PlLvfU/s320/3baby+shower+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heff&lt;/span&gt; finally gave in to one of the playmates and knocked her up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805760796638594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPs_NmCvYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QnnHvjHfnnY/s320/3baby+shower+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr. Pimp Daddy and his busty hooters girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804546072150402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPr4gZKAYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6Cf_6pL9tGk/s320/3baby+shower+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No maximum security prison could keep this guy from having a good time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804553631770434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPr48jgp0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PwWmTLQMHqQ/s320/3baby+shower+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These two are just to cute for words...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Getty&lt;/span&gt; up little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805762136530114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPs_Slf3MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VhfDZtgVkRg/s320/3baby+shower+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeling the heat coming off the star receiver...Yeah Baby Work It!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804557116529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPr5JiV2iI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5xDgcxPcaRE/s320/3baby+shower+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tequila&lt;/span&gt; in honor of Lane Michael (3-5 actually...I lost count)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256804557179219874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPr5JxSb6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Xs8taVJr4Bs/s320/3baby+shower+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ms. Receiver and the inmates getaway gal posing for a pic with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805774281727346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPs__1I3XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Zxqw1_hUP68/s320/3baby+shower+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Buzzed Light, Indie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heff&lt;/span&gt; braving the cold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805771771064962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPs_2ejMoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FJOdpk0_FcE/s320/3baby+shower+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys...aka "Beer Pong Losers"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256805766408336210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPs_if-c1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/593vj4zDoWM/s320/3baby+shower+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally...I leave you with some pictures that I thought best to let you all give the appropriate/inappropriate captions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256812043169492850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPys5Qc73I/AAAAAAAAAPY/F5U5st57two/s320/3baby+shower+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256812060648286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPyt6XuKXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZsuDj-gWh0g/s320/3baby+shower+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256812055924516306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPytoxfJdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lE_HkemoM-Y/s320/3baby+shower+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256812045965040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPytDq9m8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eg_sa8X1-L8/s320/3baby+shower+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256812044600252466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPys-lkmDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UwaTnE3dvFQ/s320/3baby+shower+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-5858417741749118970?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5858417741749118970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=5858417741749118970' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/5858417741749118970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/5858417741749118970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-waiting-on-lane.html' title='Just waiting on Lane...'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SPPqNrgBfDI/AAAAAAAAANw/TlJzJRlsHZs/s72-c/3baby+shower+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-7545750297897831940</id><published>2008-10-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:00:07.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe how the time has flown since my last update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, more like the past nine months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pregnancy has truly been ripped straight from the Hallmark pages. It's storybook perfection...though in those story books they leave out the little things. You know...like being scared to death because of the trace of blood that was found in your urine or when baby decides to take a nap on your sciatic nerve. OUCH! Or the fact that your brain no longer functions normally (individual definition of 'normal' may vary) and seems to be decreasing in size by the second. Oh...and how you would rather deal with the acid reflux than chew one more TUMS, regardless of the flavor or that the veins in your legs may chose to mutate along a path that is not so attractive (though I am told may go away...I'll believe it when I see it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So like I said...storybook...the newly revised addition that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nah...it ain't so bad. But trust me. When Lane is old enough and that vein on the inside of my thigh has yet to "go away", he is going to get a mouth full from his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do catch myself thinking back quite a bit and replaying my experiences of the early stages of being pregnant and honestly, I think I've had it pretty good. I must admit, I'm going to miss each and every kick, punch, tickle, stretch and hiccup the little guy has done on the inside. It's going to be so strange to have an empty tummy that no longer kicks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In closing, I am attaching some recent picks to keep you all up to date on the haps in our life and my growing tummy...because I know that's what you really log on to see:) This first picture was taken before Shane and I headed out to celebrate my brother's bday with a dinner and show package downtown. I am now entering my 37th week. All these pictures were taken over the past few days, so consider them 36 week shots:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977278180914594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1t_hC49aI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DW-SvzyLxzI/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36 week shot in the backyard before braving my first adventure to the new Scheels sports superstore that recently opened just a hope and a skip away from us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977298402192434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1uAsYBLDI/AAAAAAAAANA/j_9tG9SNoDU/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shane and Dad showing off the finished outdoor bar/que.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for all your help and hard work Dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977306801284178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1uBLqhJFI/AAAAAAAAANY/agUVtQWyP3A/s320/Shane+and+Dad+bbq.jpg" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Golfing at 36 weeks!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977480029558738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1uLQ_W19I/AAAAAAAAANg/omDm5JuPE4I/s320/Golfing+Angie+36+weeks+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Instant belly shot. You gotta love it:) I couldn't help but laugh when I saw it...but what great form!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977486075089618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1uLnguUtI/AAAAAAAAANo/NB1RMAR0Dk0/s320/Golfing+Angie+36+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firefighter Shane reporting for duty in my classroom for Fire Safety Week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977303657545154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1uA_8_fcI/AAAAAAAAANI/2xYP2PbEEhw/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254977307253845074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1uBNWarFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_ffeHtWpaio/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Would show you more, but it's a no no to post pictures of the kids on your websites, etc...so keeping it G rated with only the backs of their cute little heads:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the kids loved Firefighter Shane and gave him big hugs to show they weren't scared or frightened of his goofy costume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-7545750297897831940?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7545750297897831940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=7545750297897831940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/7545750297897831940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/7545750297897831940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-month-to-go.html' title='One Month To Go!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SO1t_hC49aI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DW-SvzyLxzI/s72-c/DSC_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-2873068176329227227</id><published>2008-09-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:09:51.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Down...One to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom threw me a fabulous ALL GIRL Baby Shower on Saturday (With Lane as the only exception of course...he will forever be V.I.P.). We had a lovely brunch, which by the way I was starving, being that the day before Lane had spent a majority of his day on my sciatic nerve, causing an overwhelming feeling of nausea when I ate (and the absence from work). FUN STUFF! The brunch was eagerly followed by the "Girlie Games" and my sitting for many minutes opening everyone's wonderful gifts. I actually had to apologize to everyone and open the last of my gifts while standing up. I just couldn't sit any longer...everyone just brought too many wonderful things, but I am not complaining:) So two baby showers down and our Halloween Costume Baby Shower yet to come! Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Wednesday, Shane and I met up at our 2 week doctor appointment with high hopes that we could get a 'guesstimation' as to Lane's ever growing size. Dr. J said to give it at least another 2 weeks before trying to make such assumptions on little Lane's size...but can you believe in 2 weeks we have our next appointment, and then after that it's already time to move on to our once a week checkups?!?!? CRAZY! Oh. And you will all be glad to hear I gained 3lbs...but that's also without a decent B.M. in 2 days. So I wouldn't be surprised if in the next day I may lose a pound in the potty...hehehe. I know you all are loving where this blog just went:) Leave it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics from the shower...Enjoy. XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All tried to guess how big around I am, but only one came the closest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564314915424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMX8Q6MyJI/AAAAAAAAALA/icNnSHX6uVs/s320/2baby+shower+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564322247810962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMX8sOYH5I/AAAAAAAAALI/RGNnWZt89vk/s320/2baby+shower+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564308637410498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMX75hZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ozLyBDvfa1w/s320/2baby+shower+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And that was my grandma. Nani Kay!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564330984551506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMX9MxYNFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nX5P8BxZmiw/s320/2baby+shower+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carole really enjoyed playing Hazel's Poopy Diaper Game:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247564332851690866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMX9TuifXI/AAAAAAAAALY/foAG35Oid9Y/s320/2baby+shower+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247566810333822082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMaNhETvII/AAAAAAAAALg/jZnuZHSXQ48/s320/2baby+shower+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So did Nani and Helen...They really needed to catch up on their poopy diaper knowledge:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247566816575832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMaN4UhQjI/AAAAAAAAALo/QlZy8MKRP0k/s320/2baby+shower+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But it was T who came out the winner of this name that stool game. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247566823375945810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMaORpywFI/AAAAAAAAALw/_eUI27-Bw0I/s320/2baby+shower+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh...and I must also mention that in the organization of this game, the fire department was on speed dial as the smell of burning plastic wafted through the kitchen from the microwave. Way to go Auntie Hazel! :) (No diapers were actually harmed in the making of this game).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom and Channy had to pose with Lane:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247566831999225378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMaOxxvjiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KaqAakKov24/s320/2baby+shower+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom, Jamie (just announced pregnant with #2), Jordan, and Lila (Greatest salsa maker ever!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247574366285128722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMhFVLe5BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6ntnbmhe8Ew/s320/2baby+shower+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom, Carole, Grandma Helen, and both Nani's&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575162092065298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMhzpypEhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/esD38BlYYGE/s320/2baby+shower+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lane will at least be dressed like an athlete...He could still end up Pres. Of the Chess Club and we would love him just the same;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575166760611922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMhz7LtcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E--F2hUOwuQ/s320/2baby+shower+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lane got 2 adorable and oh so soft Knot Blankets...Even I can't wait to cuddle up with them!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247576629201092786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMjJDMsQLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OT_C4GszMJE/s320/2baby+shower+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The blankie over my shoulder was crocheted by a dear friend Diane whom wasn't able to make it, because currently they are living in Hawaii (poor them) but we are anxiously awaiting their arrival back on the mainland in early November!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247576635244380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMjJZthguI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-WByY52yANI/s320/2baby+shower+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jamie taking a closer look at Lane's quilt I made for his crib...just don't look to close or you will see the flaws...better yet, put it down before it falls apart;) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247576641521519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMjJxGHDFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z38SINnIGGM/s320/2baby+shower+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-2873068176329227227?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2873068176329227227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=2873068176329227227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2873068176329227227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2873068176329227227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-downone-to-go.html' title='Two Down...One to Go'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SNMX8Q6MyJI/AAAAAAAAALA/icNnSHX6uVs/s72-c/2baby+shower+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-2226800636287950188</id><published>2008-09-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:12:51.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Begun...</title><content type='html'>You know that point you get to when it seems like the fast forward button to your life has been pressed? Well. We're there. Where has the time gone? Seriously? It seems like I was just posting my last entry the other day, when in all actuality it's been weeks! So for those of you that check in on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Billau's&lt;/span&gt; happenings, I apologize for not being on the ball and keeping you all up to date with all that is going on in our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Billau&lt;/span&gt; Heaven". Honestly, so much has been, and is going on, that it's somewhat intimidating for me to sign on and get a post started. You all know me...'Procrastination' is my middle name (it comes after Kay, but I chose to leave it off my checks) and some things will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes...my attempt at bringing you all up to date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....Where to begin???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nursery! Oh my gosh! The room has been totally transformed. Do you remember the pictures from a previous post on our gutting of Baby Lane's room to be? Well if not, take a moment and scroll down after you check out these pictures of the new and improved nursery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give many appreciative thanks to my mom, the artist who created the &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; jungle tree (we are just hoping it doesn't give Lane nightmares and if so I think I will trade him rooms because I LOVE IT!:) And to my mother-in-law, Carole, for rolling up her sleeves and slathering on the paint like a pro. The Grandmas-to-be did such a fantastic job on Lane's room...I must admit, I'm a little jealous of this kid already. The only credit I get is for giving excellent direction...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. And for Lane's crib quilt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934580097688034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnANjTioeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HCBglGdSzbE/s320/baby+shower+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934592082806018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnAOP9BBQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FF_JUp1PukY/s320/baby+shower+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244941898311849234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnG3hxw1RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sriNGv0tpgg/s320/baby+shower+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934604170622450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnAO8--dfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kWODLMbUbcA/s320/baby+shower+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I attached the cartoon jungle animals to the wall using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt;! The teacher in me came up with the idea. I thought it would be something neat for Lane (when he's old enough) to be able to take down and rearrange however he likes. My idea proved to be worthy when Matthew, Beau and Cris's 4 year old son came over and immediately went to detaching and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reattaching&lt;/span&gt; the animals:) I gave myself a little pat on the back when I saw how cool Matt thought it was to pull things off the wall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had our first Baby Shower thrown for us last Saturday and boy did we get spoiled! The throw blanket on the glider was a gift from friends of ours whose mother has an embroidery shop. Did we, I mean Lane ever luck out! We got this beautiful blanket and even some monogrammed bibs with "Peanut" on them. How cute is that? From the coolest diaper bag (that will even look good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strapped&lt;/span&gt; to dad) the most adorable clothes to a jungle themed bouncer and story books Lane will want to hear over and over again....we got spoiled! Thanks Pam and Steve for the great food, amazing time, and wonderful friends you surrounded us with!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnF_SI8VWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i1B37q4_mYQ/s1600-h/baby+shower+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244940932041430370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnF_SI8VWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i1B37q4_mYQ/s320/baby+shower+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFlR3Ck1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vDgSQKOPrwg/s1600-h/baby+shower+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244940485289743186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFlR3Ck1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vDgSQKOPrwg/s320/baby+shower+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFkSAJQ2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W37GkLueskE/s1600-h/baby+shower+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244940468148061026" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFkSAJQ2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W37GkLueskE/s320/baby+shower+007.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFky6q12I/AAAAAAAAAJY/PoiB_zzCiYo/s1600-h/baby+shower+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244940476983465826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFky6q12I/AAAAAAAAAJY/PoiB_zzCiYo/s320/baby+shower+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFl5-YpTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/375VlWnhgfQ/s1600-h/baby+shower+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244940496057967922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFl5-YpTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/375VlWnhgfQ/s320/baby+shower+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFmBuOYsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GFwoayFTD4k/s1600-h/baby+shower+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244940498137670338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnFmBuOYsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GFwoayFTD4k/s320/baby+shower+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the shower on Saturday, Shane and I planned to have a few friends over to see our newly finished BBQ on Sunday. Shane and dad spent quite a bit of quality time together constructing this masterpiece. What a beauty! It makes it hard to even be inside knowing how beautiful your backyard is. Shane not only took pleasure in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BBQ'n&lt;/span&gt;, but also pouring the ingredients into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Margaritaville&lt;/span&gt; Drink Machine that his folks got us for our anniversary. Luckily for me and Matthew, the mixer came with 2 pitchers, so we always had a batch of virgin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt;' for us:)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJY9bTctI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a6Hsa78RrCY/s1600-h/baby+shower+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244944671692780242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJY9bTctI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a6Hsa78RrCY/s320/baby+shower+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJZL7V8zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9dvnIMAP5lA/s1600-h/baby+shower+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244944675585258290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJZL7V8zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9dvnIMAP5lA/s320/baby+shower+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJZiGjIqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J0e6_TgTnxs/s1600-h/baby+shower+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244944681537839778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJZiGjIqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J0e6_TgTnxs/s320/baby+shower+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJZxce_8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/I2K-U7ZIGRU/s1600-h/baby+shower+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244944685656375234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJZxce_8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/I2K-U7ZIGRU/s320/baby+shower+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poo Poo and Hagen also took part in the festivities, but when it came time to share seating, Poo Poo got a little on the defensive with Cris:) That's my cat!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJaRb62uI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1jrNmOSOYo0/s1600-h/baby+shower+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244944694243941090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnJaRb62uI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1jrNmOSOYo0/s320/baby+shower+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there was just us again...well for now at least. After a busy weekend, Shane and I decided to spend our anniversary (Monday) quietly and as uneventful as possible. He did surprise me with 2 dozen beautiful roses while I was at work though. What a guy....oh and while I am at it, he also managed to sneak a wedding photo of ours into the announcement section of the Reno paper, which was accompanied by the poem we had chosen for our wedding programs! I must admit, it brought tears to my eyes when I saw our picture and read the words that followed. Luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; was running a bit behind, so my pancakes stayed dry:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In closing, I am attaching a 32 week photo for you all to enjoy:) Oh. And we started our birthing classes last week. Can I just say that I almost want Shane to video our labor/delivery just so those that come after us can watch a video from this century and not the 70's! ...and I also told him he was now on grooming detail:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244947440683561762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnL6IuJsyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zPkmKlD0FSg/s320/baby+shower+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could go on and on being that it has been so long...but I will give a quick summary to finish up... a guy passed out in our class last night (but he's cool). Kindergarten is going well. Just have to retrain my brain and back it up for my new set of youngsters. Lane is doing fabulous, though I haven't gained an LB in over a month (tummy is growing rapidly still) and lastly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE GOT MILK!!!&lt;/span&gt; Will have to fill you in on some funny stories later;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-2226800636287950188?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2226800636287950188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=2226800636287950188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2226800636287950188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2226800636287950188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-begun.html' title='It&apos;s Begun...'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SMnANjTioeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HCBglGdSzbE/s72-c/baby+shower+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-4669843038137988835</id><published>2008-08-24T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:21:20.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Some Cooperation</title><content type='html'>So after failing miserably on Wednesday morning during our first 3D picture attempt, Friday's afternoon appointment (second and final attempt) was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, Lane was so far down that there was no moving him...he had found his nook and was staying there. We tried everything to get our little man to move. From chocolate kisses and tootsie rolls, to calisthenics. He just wasn't having any part of it. For a half hour we stared intensely at the screen before us, waiting and waiting for the slightest movement...heck, we would have taken anything at that moment. But no. 'Difficult' is the little man in the womb;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with our heads hung as though we had just lost the Gold, having been defeated by the 29 week old in my tummy, Shane and I went our separate ways for the day (Shane home to work on our BBQ and I to my classroom to begin preps for Monday's fresh batch of Kindergartners). We left with high hopes that Friday would be a new day and a new position. I went and drowned my sorrows with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McGriddle&lt;/span&gt; and OJ from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt;...I needed breakfast anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday couldn't have come slower...it seemed light years away after the disappointment we experienced Wednesday. But I must say, it was surely worth the wait. We had full cooperation from our little man on the inside. Shane had missed out on our last ultrasound/sonogram due to an academy he was in, he couldn't believe how much Lane has grown. He said he could have sat there all day watching his little guy and I couldn't agree more. We were all smiles throughout the appointment...and when I say all, that includes our little man too:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238101431695768370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SLF5f92w-zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uQH0X2AetwM/s400/3D+PIX_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out this cheese for the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238102516242659730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SLF6fGG5OZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_vLufA5CPYs/s400/3D+PIX_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping a watchful eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had no idea that babies opened their eyes while inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you spot the birdie in this next photo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238103438433362466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SLF7UxiSoiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H-h1S1flHJg/s400/3D+PIX_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matzen&lt;/span&gt; written all over it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is just like his uncle Larry:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-4669843038137988835?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4669843038137988835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=4669843038137988835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/4669843038137988835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/4669843038137988835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-some-cooperation.html' title='Finally Some Cooperation'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SLF5f92w-zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uQH0X2AetwM/s72-c/3D+PIX_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-347407521872436363</id><published>2008-08-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:01:15.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Week at Lake Almanor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPF2mwPqKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7q-B0xsQxck/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(475).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234244733841156258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPF2mwPqKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7q-B0xsQxck/s400/Lake+Almanor+08+(475).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I figured I might as well get the belly shot out of the way. I was going to save it until last, but I know how obsessive you all can get;) I tried my best to rock the bikini at my 27 weeks...what the hell....why not?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOuo4pZGKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vuSDclwKxqE/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(215).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234219209358645410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOuo4pZGKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vuSDclwKxqE/s320/Lake+Almanor+08+(215).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so back to the grind (well for Shane at least..I still have 1 1/2 weeks to go). We returned from our trip to Lake Almanor Saturday, after a weeks stay at a beautiful lakefront home. The house or "cabin" as we like to call it, slept 11 people and throughout the week we had full occupancy, thanks to the waves of friends and family we had staying with us. Here's a picture of Hagen with his towel ready and waiting on us as usual to take him swimming or for a ride on the boat. Be sure to take a glimpse at the retro material that covered the couch he's laying on...that should give you an idea as to when this house was built and to its' decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first night was spent with The Carter's (Don, Liz, Jordan and Jenna) and The Truss' (Pam and Steve) and of course The Billau's (Shane, myself, baby Lane in my belly, Dave, Carole and Hagen too) Oh. And how could I forget Cameron? My nephew, 10 yrs. of age, was able to spend the entire week with us (lots of energy). The pictures that follow are from an extremely competitive, trash talking, eye rolling, game of Cranium. It was quite the "humdinger" of a game:) Okay, so have you guessed what it is Liz, Pam and I are trying to get our guys to say??? Come on...it's sooooo obvious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOv6p3KzDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xxq3TvkD9YU/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234220614139169842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOv6p3KzDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xxq3TvkD9YU/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOwRP95KyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HQrZu0zR00U/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234221002325044002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOwRP95KyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HQrZu0zR00U/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOwm6Z__HI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y6fc8kpZNBM/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234221374494473330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOwm6Z__HI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y6fc8kpZNBM/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lava Lamp!!! Yeah...the guys didn't get it either:( We may have lost that one, but trailing from behind at the beginning, Shane and I were crowned the Cranium Champs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday afternoon, our good friends The Duc's (Beau, Cris and Matthew) joined us for the rest of the week. And we also had The Housley's (Carole's family) in and out of the cabin, though mostly out, being that their grandmother had come down with an illness and was advised to not spend too much time around me, being the large bellied, hormonal pregnant woman that I am. It was a sad situation, but we all made the best of it and she is well into her healing process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOzr4G6GII/AAAAAAAAAFY/8oBQO4d2jZU/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234224758311753858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKOzr4G6GII/AAAAAAAAAFY/8oBQO4d2jZU/s320/Lake+Almanor+08+(55).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO1fd_Z0zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Z0tabpnWuvs/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(71).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234226744165782322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO1fd_Z0zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Z0tabpnWuvs/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(71).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a typical view from our balcony each morning. Shane swimming out on the tube to fetch the boat, and the clan waiting to climb aboard. Cameron took his first shot at wake boarding (because his Uncle Shane does it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO2X_ZsCCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nsN7mq-3Hek/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(112).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234227715207071778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO2X_ZsCCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nsN7mq-3Hek/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(112).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234228209559591298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO20xAg2YI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MuVIX0t7bdY/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(102).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our Lake Almanor getaway was kinda like the movie "Groundhogs Day"...You know, how Bill Murray woke each day the same time, same music, same scene...that was our trip. We woke. We made breakfast. We went out on the boat. We ate lunch. We swam (after digestion ran it's course of course). We ate dinner. We played games. We slept. Oh...and XBox was played on a daily basis too (it kept the 10 year old busy, and a few 30 +'s too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO4VoVwVsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5vlETw27aYQ/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(142).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234229873680078530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO4VoVwVsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5vlETw27aYQ/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(142).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah. Before I forget. I am sure you would all be surprised to hear (then again it is me we are talking about, so you shouldn't be all that surprised) I went tubing! Beau was a bit hesitant...no wait, what am I saying...he was scared to death to pull me, but he did a fine job...too fine of a job. I actually got a little too comfortable and had to request a few turns and waves:) Cris and Matthew (age 4) had a blast on the tub, but I think Cris got a better ride after Matt decided he was through...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234231505695211378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO50oEe_3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/PG2dFCU40u0/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(190).jpg" border="0" /&gt;I get to take credit for her booty soreness that resulted from this ride, being that I was behind the wheel:) Immediately after this shot was taken, Cris was bounced out of the tube about 5 feet into the air, with her body molded as though she was still sitting in that cumphy, air filled tube. Can we say booty smackin' fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other action shots I was able to snap of everyone showing off their water sport skills (my brother and his girlfriend, Hazel, showed up on Thursday eve, as did my folks and grandma). First we have Shane on the wake board &amp;amp; my brother and Hazel on the knee board.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO9WKJFmEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GwMn-Q9a76c/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(429).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234235380311889986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="158" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO9WKJFmEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GwMn-Q9a76c/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(429).jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO9yixI9fI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vQ1vJ0TGUig/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(139).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234235867958670834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO9yixI9fI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vQ1vJ0TGUig/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(139).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO7RvZTDQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uTk-hIkZCx8/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(130).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234234466143875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO8g8mcsFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/15qgo4TL5ZE/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(323).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...what else went on...Oh yeah squirt gun war between dad and Cameron (10 minute rejuvenation session soon followed...with squirt gun still within reach). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO_5m3weYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/E6QrIMLjUFk/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(268).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234238188342507906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO_5m3weYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/E6QrIMLjUFk/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(268).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234237684395315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKO_cRhYkCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zGQpsftkjc8/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(260).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nani relaxing on the dock with a good book and mom the bathing beauty. Before our daily boating adventure would come to an end, we would sit out on the lake with the music on and wear ourselves out &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPBdb6n7CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YMMhS2TpHjA/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(465).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234239903388658722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPBdb6n7CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YMMhS2TpHjA/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(465).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;swimming and enjoy mother nature and the man-made lake we were on.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPCum5oRBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0hi8tzRi_QU/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(256).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234241297906680850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPCum5oRBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0hi8tzRi_QU/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(256).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234239154318278690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPAx1aVACI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rHIpuARGa60/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(257).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234240701946738754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPCL6xtOEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fV8fM7sUxbo/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(459).jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;And we will never forget Carole's talent on the piano! She could play one hell of a Silent Night:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPDcJp1vBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bwI8_v5N_Wg/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242080329808914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPDcJp1vBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bwI8_v5N_Wg/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane and I also decided that Hagen should be trained as a rescue dog. He had such a great time swimming, that is at least if Shane or I was in the water. He proved to be one loyal companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234242605748434882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPD6u_Zt8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q3Nd1ppOjKk/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(67).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPEgagQAwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dfBxEuU1XTk/s1600-h/Lake+Almanor+08+(69).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234243253084095234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPEgagQAwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dfBxEuU1XTk/s200/Lake+Almanor+08+(69).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lastly (because I've been composing this blog for 2 hours now)...I give you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Scuba Shane". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234243993846183698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPFLiDsdxI/AAAAAAAAAII/obvw8XYu-wo/s400/Lake+Almanor+08+(209).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Shane had such a great time playing with Cameron's snorkeling gear, that we decided we needed to take a trip into the nearest town (10 minutes away) to hunt down some snorkeling gear in an adult size:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All in all, our first and last summer getaway was a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We just wish it could have lasted longer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-347407521872436363?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/347407521872436363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=347407521872436363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/347407521872436363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/347407521872436363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-week-at-lake-almanor.html' title='Our Week at Lake Almanor'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SKPF2mwPqKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7q-B0xsQxck/s72-c/Lake+Almanor+08+(475).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-476541132460719984</id><published>2008-07-30T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:37.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I type this entry, I struggle to keep my eyes from falling shut. Pure exhaustion has overcome my entire body and I must succumb...but before I do, a belly picture I must post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kelly and Eylin, these are for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDBiN628rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bePBlHqfuQ0/s1600-h/26+weeks+Belly+Shot+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture outside at &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDfKEQVRGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K5KC2KqmRlw/s1600-h/26+weeks+Belly+Shot+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228924531411076194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDfKEQVRGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K5KC2KqmRlw/s200/26+weeks+Belly+Shot+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom and dad's was taken about 3 weeks ago and the other is from last night (26 weeks and counting) hanging out in Lane's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDf4DVURuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Nt8Yf_6IUYQ/s1600-h/Cams+Bday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228925321437529826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDf4DVURuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Nt8Yf_6IUYQ/s200/Cams+Bday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By the way, if you haven't taken notice to the time on my blog entry, it's only 12:30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and that's pm not am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXHAUSTED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the past few days have caught up to the mommy I'm becoming:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh. And one more thing. I cannot find the green that I want for Lane's jungle theme! I'm about to mix these two greens together and make my own. Because I think that with the right adjustment darker in the lighter one or lighter in the darker one, the color will be just what I envision!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893346251818162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDCy2e-RLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gaeja54bFg8/s320/26+weeks+Belly+Shot+005.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;And looking at the samples I painted, through the lens I would say the lighter, but in person not so much. It's on the yellow side of green and it just wont work. You know...possibly the color I may see while changing Lane's diaper one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-476541132460719984?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/476541132460719984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=476541132460719984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/476541132460719984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/476541132460719984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/26-weeks-and-counting.html' title='26 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SJDfKEQVRGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K5KC2KqmRlw/s72-c/26+weeks+Belly+Shot+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-2618125925161664532</id><published>2008-07-22T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:38.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIaMxibWykI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XptPCqJktmQ/s1600-h/Registering+for+Lane+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226019200293063234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIaMxibWykI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XptPCqJktmQ/s200/Registering+for+Lane+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought registering for a baby would take up half your day? Yeah. Yeah. I can hear the laughs all the way over here from you moms out there. But seriously. Can we say exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane and I spent 2.5 hours in Babies "R" Us today registering for Lane's arrival. I am so thankful we got it out of the way now, because I don't think either of us would have survived if we had chose to wait until September. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky for us, we had an enormous amount of help from a forever friend of mine whom just happens to be employed by the gigantic baby store. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIaPOMJQoiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_bACuU7yBL8/s1600-h/Registering+for+Lane+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226021891551044130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIaPOMJQoiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_bACuU7yBL8/s200/Registering+for+Lane+002.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misti, whom some of you might recognize from our wedding (for reasons beyond our control...I wont go into great detail:) was an angel sent from above. She guided us through the store, holding our hands every step of the way. From breast pumps and soothing pacies, to special no-poke-your-brain q-tips. She knew it all and I must say I was very impressed. You'd think she has a few of her own rug rats pulling at her capris, but nope...just well schooled in baby's needs. I can only wonder where was this brain power in high school? Never mind...that's another blog for another time:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it never fails. Every time we step into Babies "R" Us, we run into someone we know. Every time! It's like the place to be now that I am old, married and with child. Dallas, my neighbor across the hall from me at school and great friend, just happened to be strolling through the aisles as well. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIap5hSHeUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_YulRfjbatw/s1600-h/Registering+for+Lane+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226051223262034242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIap5hSHeUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_YulRfjbatw/s200/Registering+for+Lane+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She too teaches Kindergarten and has taught in the room next to mine for I believe three years now. Fortunately for Shane, she helped convince me that a "wipe warmer" was an excellent item to have. Seriously folks...a "wipe warmer"? I, actually my fanny to be more specific, certainly did not have the pleasure of feeling or even knowing what a warm wipe felt like. Unless of course we were out at the lake and mom had my diaper bag in the sun. Other than that, it just wasn't happening. So after threats from Misti calling C.P.S. on me for cold wipes and Dallas' thoughtful way of explaining Lane's arrival being in the colder months, I caved. I gave Shane the okay to point and shoot the gun to select the "wipe warmer" and told him that it would be his chore to keep it full and operating properly. Then, not to my surprise, Shane informed me that he had already snuck a shot at it while I was turned away. What an honest husband I have...so trusting;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, not only did we register today and not get to eat lunch until 1:30, being that it took us forever perusing Babies "R" Us, we also had to go to our routine checkup with my doctor. What a long day we had! The checkup went fabulous even though the lunch at Boston Market moments before may have added a few extra lb's. We have one more monthly checkup to go and then we are already moving up to our EVERY 2 weeks visits! Can you believe it's come to that already?!?! We need to get the nursery going!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-2618125925161664532?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2618125925161664532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=2618125925161664532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2618125925161664532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/2618125925161664532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh My Goodness...'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SIaMxibWykI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XptPCqJktmQ/s72-c/Registering+for+Lane+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-9098566668236162305</id><published>2008-07-07T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:39.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fireworks Were All For Shane!</title><content type='html'>What a busy weekend!!! On Friday we not only celebrated our Independence, but also Shane's 3..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! We kicked it off with my parents coming up from Fallon to help us get started on our outdoor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt;, which has been quite the waiting game.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHKwxQFwagI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yq9oEuspnww/s1600-h/Shane%27s+bday+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220429278255016450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHKwxQFwagI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yq9oEuspnww/s320/Shane%27s+bday+029.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just this past Thursday, we were able to get our concrete finished and ready to walk on. We have been attempting this feet for some time now and now that it was finished, the building was on! Which we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; not only for being able to get started and having my dad's help, but also for Shane having underwear on that day! He just can't bring himself to throwing his "work pants" away...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHKwxMYBCrI/AAAAAAAAADY/5bM0E1VJf_0/s1600-h/Shane%27s+bday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220429277257861810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHKwxMYBCrI/AAAAAAAAADY/5bM0E1VJf_0/s320/Shane%27s+bday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting in the hours outside, we prettied ourselves up and joined the rest of the gang for a delicious birthday dinner at The Melting Pot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;! I skipped on the dessert (Lane doesn't have much of a sweet tooth), but I could have certainly gone for another plate of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;filet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mignon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220432127641152530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHKzXG4WbBI/AAAAAAAAADo/QwFR6xOgv5Q/s320/Shane%27s+bday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After stuffing ourselves to the absolute limit, we peeled ourselves off the seats and made our way out of the restaurant. Before jumping into the truck though, I couldn't help but notice my husband's expectant belly! We just had to get another tummy shot right then and there, but this time of the two of us! I think Shane may be a little further along than I...? &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220434644146987570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHK1plmGIjI/AAAAAAAAADw/jGCkoXtB2Gs/s320/Shane%27s+bday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday morning, with our tummies back to a normal size (excluding myself of course), we woke before the sun to catch an early Tee Time with my parents. Seems crazy to wake yourself before 5 am to play golf, but with the extreme temperatures that begin to boil your skin around 11:00am, getting up at the crack of dawn to torture yourself voluntarily out on the golf course isn't so bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finished off Shane's birthday weekend with a trip to Wally's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hot Springs&lt;/span&gt; in Genoa. Shane got an amazing massage, while I got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; painful salt "glow"...Yes, my skin is radiant and soft as can be, but holy sh*@ did it hurt! After my treatment I headed down to the pool to enjoy the sun and was soon joined by my newly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt; husband. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous as he ranted and raved about his massage, when all I could say was feel how soft I am! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a fantastic weekend of work, play, eating and relaxing. I could definitely do it again...minus one salt glow:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-9098566668236162305?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9098566668236162305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=9098566668236162305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/9098566668236162305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/9098566668236162305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks-were-all-for-shane.html' title='The Fireworks Were All For Shane!'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SHKwxQFwagI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yq9oEuspnww/s72-c/Shane%27s+bday+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-5916803572994777190</id><published>2008-07-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:39.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soon to be Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw3LS6TdrI/AAAAAAAAACo/ac7I7ck0iX0/s1600-h/cleaning+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218606735410034354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw3LS6TdrI/AAAAAAAAACo/ac7I7ck0iX0/s400/cleaning+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have been so busy getting our backyard going, that we have ignored Lane's room for some time now. Honestly, I have been avoiding it! As you can see from the picture above, we have a lot of sorting and throwing away to do. Hagen and Poo-Poo tried to help, but mostly just got in the way or into things. For example, Poo-Poo feeling the need to yank out feathers from a pink boa left over from my bachelorette party. He was put in "Time Out" for a few minutes so he could think about the mess he had made :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw9R5yBAJI/AAAAAAAAADI/hijAnyS1HF4/s1600-h/cleaning+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218613445993234578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw9R5yBAJI/AAAAAAAAADI/hijAnyS1HF4/s400/cleaning+010.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw9nToqngI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OymouKYtKcA/s1600-h/cleaning+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218613813710593538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="294" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw9nToqngI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OymouKYtKcA/s320/cleaning+003.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw43EFEB7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mcgqHp-J1K4/s1600-h/cleaning+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane got to see (no literally...see) quite a bit of movement from &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw5_Iv3QMI/AAAAAAAAADA/PPdSbTLNYVk/s1600-h/cleaning+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lane today...as I felt it! He was all over the place! From summersaults to kicking, he showed off all his best moves. My stomach actually expanded outwards with each movement! It was a crazy sight, but the neatest thing. He reminded me of a dog...you know...when they turn in circles 3-10 times before finding a comfortable spot to take a nap. That was Lane. And at this very moment, he continues to thrash about. That boy's going to sleep well tonight (I hope)! &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/843883113898350900-5916803572994777190?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5916803572994777190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=5916803572994777190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/5916803572994777190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/5916803572994777190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/soon-to-be-nursery.html' title='The Soon to be Nursery'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGw3LS6TdrI/AAAAAAAAACo/ac7I7ck0iX0/s72-c/cleaning+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843883113898350900.post-8891561052628085397</id><published>2008-07-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:09:44.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Story'/><title type='text'>Where to begin this blog???</title><content type='html'>Okay. I did it...or I am trying to do it at least. I'm referring to this blog of course. The setup and all is pretty easy, but figuring out where to begin is difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the reason for starting 'My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Billau&lt;/span&gt; Heaven' (this blog) was because of the little one tossing and turning about in my tummy, but now that I'm finally getting it up and running, I suddenly feel the urge to dial the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Doc Brown from Back to the Future and tell you all how this blog came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise not to go into great detail or make my story to long and drawn-out, but I do want to bring you up to the present, baby in my tummy kicking up a storm and showing more and more everyday, day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shane and I met (I know that's a horrible way to start, me promising to keep it short and all, but just have faith) on my mother's birthday, June 3, 2006 and married on his mother's birthday, September 8, 2007. Shane and I had become wine connoisseurs (or so we pretend) throughout our dating, which led Shane to his perfect proposal in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt;, February 17, 2007. The wedding was magical and a memory to look back on and embrace forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall came and went and winter was nearing it's end when Shane and I had "the talk". We both wanted a baby and agreed to start trying and stop practicing in March. Well...the Superbowl Party we had in the works bombed. The small gathering we had planned, soon turned into just Shane and myself. Don't get me wrong, we had a great time! We like to say we scored our own "Touch Down"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was February 3...which takes us to February 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...Valentine's Day. Shane surprised me with a visit back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate our engagement anniversary. We had a blast that weekend tasting and spending till our teeth turned purple and our pockets grew light. There was one thing about that weekend I missed...my period! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned from our glorious weekend, talking only of if it could be true...and the following weekend, along with the help of an e.p.t. or two, we celebrated our test results and our to come, bundle of joy:-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/843883113898350900-8891561052628085397?l=mybillauheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8891561052628085397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843883113898350900&amp;postID=8891561052628085397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/8891561052628085397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843883113898350900/posts/default/8891561052628085397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybillauheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-to-begin-this-blog.html' title='Where to begin this blog???'/><author><name>Mrs. B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459929033056567314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DfgsqjfCaP4/SGrOV8qJP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/p2uItG5WvMs/S220/DSCF1705.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
