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Remember back in the day when someone moved and they would send out a little postcard saying, "We've Moved!"?  Well consider this your little postcard. I have switched blogging platforms to Wordpress. You can now find me HERE! So all of you faithful followers, who am I kidding, Ingrid and Nana now you can set your RSS feed/subscription/whatever to my new place. It's nice over there at Wordpress

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One of the many things that I love about Oliver is that he loves to sing and dance. He has most of the songs memorized on our iPod and Adam and I get a kick out of hearing his little voice belt out our favorite songs in the backseat of our car. He is a really good dancer too; because there is nothing that inhibits him from dancing, he just moves to the music. I pray that he keeps this quality

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For the past day I have been working on a post for my blog. And it's a serious post, seriously. It's been really hard to put my thoughts together to convey my serious thoughts and to make a poignant statement. I'm really good at having fun and not taking my self to serious. I think my problem is that I worry too much about what others think about me. I have more confidence that I am a funny

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Last night Linus woke up at two, 2:00am, two o'clock in the morning. Something that he has been doing for the past week or so. I normally pick him up and nurse him. But last night I couldn't decide what to do. Should I see if he can go back to sleep on his own? Am I enabling my young breed to only fall asleep if I nurse him? Would he know he was loved if I let him cry? As I lay in bed vacillating

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I've always held high ideals for myself. Things "those people" do that I would never do. When I had Oliver I lost a few of my ideals but now having two small children I have thrown most of my ideals away and have join the ranks with "those people." I have always hated seeing shopping carts littering store parking lots. I would thing to myself, "Self, why can't 'those people' walk a couple of feet

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I hve noticed lot of spelling errors in my typing since yesterdy. Mybe it is from Ollie spilling his shredded mini-whet crumbles on the computer keybord, mking the "a" button stick like crzy. Oh well tht letter ws over rted!

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I know when spring is here. It's when I can open the bedroom window at night and not freeze my bahtooty off in the process. Saturday night was the first night that I left the bedroom window open and then again last night. But I am thinking of keeping the window shut tonight and not just because there is rain in the forecast. Saturday night or Sunday early morning. I heard Ollie coughing in the

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Someone wanted to let you know that he turn four months old.

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Oliver loves ice cream. He doesn't get it very often so it's a special treat when he does. He likes to recreate his "ice cream tones" when he can. I have made him many play dough "tones" in which he likes to lick and then shortly there after play dough time is all done. The other day he recreated his favorite treat by taking a ball and placing it on top of Henry's dog Kong toy. He walked around

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I could really go for a beer right now. We almost made it three years without a trip to the ER, a trip I thought would have come a lot sooner. Daily, Oliver comes to me crying holding up a toe or elbow for me to kiss to make it feel better. Today, I was not able to make his pain go away with my kisses.Today my Mom, Ollie, Linus and I went out to lunch, but never ate. After entering the

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A while back the Redhead claimed our queen-sized quilt for his own. He would request to sleep with it on his toddler sized bed. The quilt so big and our son hidden beneath the layers of cotton it was a cute sight. How can one say no to something so cute? The only problem was that when it was our turn to go to bed we had nothing to cover our weary bones. So when it was our turn for slumber we

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Today I was quizzing the redhead, asking him what his name is, what's his dog's name, how old he is... stuff like that. Then I asked him what's your baby brother's name. In which he responded with, "Nemo!"

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Do you ever fear that if you say something out loud or write it on paper that that thing that you said will stop being true and the opposite will happen? I do. And so with great caution I type these next paragraphs. When I was pregnant and before we knew Linus was going to be a boy people would ask, "So do you want it to be a girl or a boy?" I would respond, "I don't care as long as they are

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... the newest member of the Elfstrand household.Drum roll please!Linus JamesDecember 28, 20097:21 PM PSTEight pounds, thirteen ouncestwenty and a half inch

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I met Adam at camp. We both signed up to work at the best camp in the world one summer by the name of Wild Oak tucked in the Santa Cruz mountains. Adam was an activity instructor and I was a counselor. It was a Sunday the day all the staff arrived. However all of the activity instructors arrived a week early to get certified and learn activity stuff. I had met everyone except one activity guide

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I love Target. And I was thinking the other day do celebrities shop at Target? I would think that they wouldn't shop, they would choose posh places to buy their stuff or send out their assistants to buy them toilet paper and batteries and toothpaste. I guess that's why I will never be a celebrity because I would miss the place too much.

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My sis-in-law Lara is taking child development classes and working towards her Masters. She had a list of developmental milestones for 24-36 month olds and I was reading over them since I have a 32 month old named Ollie. As I was going down the list I mentally checked off all the things my kiddo can do. Ollie fairs pretty well only missing a couple of milestones, no worries though he has a couple

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Ollie loves putting blankets, sheets, or daddy's sweatshirts over his head and then walk around the house, all while he is giggling to himself. Surprising enough he hasn't run into too many walls. This particular sheet I had on the floor ready to put in the washer. But before I could load it up he was walking around the house as an alphabet ghost. I was finally able to wash the sheet and then I

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Today I was in Old Navy looking for some long sleeve shirts to fit over my growing belly. As I was perusing the maternity aisle looking at cozy sweaters and holiday apparel there a misplaced item of clothing hung on the hanger. And if this article of clothing had a face I'm sure it would be laughing at me. I could feel the extra small denim mini-skirt staring at my hippo sized preggo body judging

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I love Egg Nog. OK let me clarify I love the idea of Egg Nog. Because every holiday season I get a carton of the creamy stuff have a glass and then it sits in the fridge until Valentine's Day when I throw it away. But the other day I found soy milk nog and decided to give it a try. And the small carton is almost gone. It's got the taste of E.N. without the fat contents of a stick of butter. My

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If there were a place called Random I think they would appoint me their queen. Friday night Adam and I went out on the town... Borders and then Starbucks. As we were driving home from book browsing I suddenly had a huge craving from memory lane. Vanilla steamed milk! Adam drove his pregnant wife to the nearest coffee joint and ran in seconds before they were about to put up the closed sign. I was

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It's been a long time since I have written a post on my blog. And I blame it all on Facebook. Now whenever I have a good idea, witty comment or Oliver story I simply sign on to Facebook update my status and I am done. I no longer have to construct sentences, worry too much about grammar but still get the satisfaction that I have let something of my chest. Secondly my dearest friends have Facebook

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A while ago I ran across this video on YouTube ... maybe my sis in law showed it to me I can't remember. So I found it again and this time decided to show it to Ollie. He thought it was the funniest thing ever and laughs himself silly still every time he sees it. So I thought it would be fun to record him laughing along to his favorite dog (sorry Henry).

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I might be the only one who thinks this: I think that physics and nature don't really apply to me. Example: I grabbed a nice hot soda from the garage today and came inside and placed the can in the freezer. Since physics and science and stuff don't apply to me I should to at anytime be able to remove the can and open up my beverage to a nice icy cold still liquid. So today I left my beloved

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Found at the Park on 5/14/09:1. Lowrider Soundtrack Cassette Tape. I'd love to check out these bumpin' tunes however I no longer have a tape player.Found at the Park on 5/21/09:2. A Children's Korean Animal Book. I'd love to read this book to my Ollie but I don't speak Korean... I suppose I could guess what the words say. If you are missing your items please contact me and I will help to retrieve

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(The above picture has nothing to do with the below text. I just thought it was time to post a picture.)1. Yesterday Ollie decided that he needed to take his juice-filled sippy cup into the bathtub with him. I was kinda weirded out by him sipping his juice while bathing, but, anticipating a struggle of wills, I decided this was not the fight I was willing to hop in the ring for... that is until

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Ollie peed in the bath tonight. Yet you wouldn't have been able to tell. You see we bought Ollie tablets that dye the tub water and tonight he picked out yellow. As the tub water rose and the tablet plunked into the tub, mellow yellow was the color of his bath water. Gross! I know that yellow is an essential color in the color wheel, primary color and all, but I say, "No thank you!" Yellow is not

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Well it's true our little guy has joined the ranks of many a great toddler, for he is now two years old. We celebrated the big day in the state of his birth, Illinois. It was great to visit family and have them love on our "crazy red-head".

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Well I hope this cheers you up.

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Life wouldn't be the same without lists. How would I know what to buy at the grocery store? Or what to ask Santa for Christmas? And so I have crafted another list... Things I am Addicted to:1. Diet Coke: I have this strong feeling that I am going to get some kind of cancer later in life and the doctor will look me in the eye and say, "Well Britany, this wouldn't have happened to you if you

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I'd like you to meet Monkey and Olliebear. Monkey is Oliver's number one go to guy. He carries him around the house, gives him hugs and sometimes even slips him some of his snacks. Olliebear is Oliver's number two. Olliebear is a name that Dad came up with and Mom likes it too. However Oliver would rather call him Monkey (in fact all of his stuff animals are called monkey just proving that

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I am happy to announce that the year of the stache has ended. Adam no longer has his mustache. Late last night Adam took a shower and shaved. This morning when I rolled over to see my hubby he was free from facial hair. I am also happy to be free of a pimple ridden mustache. I now feel confident entering into February. I think it will be a good month.

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Speaking of mustaches... I had a client who told me that I had a mustache a couple of months ago. I put in my application for the mustache lady at the circus, but they said the position was filled with a lady that could grow a beard. I was getting my eyebrows waxed last Friday and for only four more dollars I could add on a lip wax. I decided, why not? My upper lip is now hair free; but I woke up

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I have a funny husband. He is probably one of the funniest people that I have ever known. Like the kind of funny that could have it's own sitcom or stand-up routine. And if you know Adam personally I think you would agree. Adam had this beard (as pictured above); I hated that beard. I would never want a smooch from my hubby because the facial hair would scratch the top layer of skin off my

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Beautiful Hair is the Promise of Happiness. Just in case you didn't know... all you need to be happy in life is beautiful hair. I picked this card (an advertisement for a local hair stylist) up at a music store in town. And I am so happy that I did. I keep it in my purse and when I am sad I pull it out and read it out loud. Then I head to the bathroom to straighten out my do, as I gaze in the

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I'm not sure if Ollie likes his Christmas present from Nana and Papa. Merry Christmas from the dancing Ollie and his parents too.

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You can almost see this coming.

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Around town Tuesday is the night to go out if you have kiddos. Why? Because many restaurants have kids eat free Tuesday. We don't eat out often because our pocket books aren't filled with extra cash. If we do eat out, Tuesday is the night we treat ourselves, since Ollie eats free. Tonight was horrible, and we should have stayed home. We were seated at our table by the hostess and given chips to

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Ollie loves his stuffed animals. He has created a game that he likes me and Adam to play along with him. He takes his chosen animal gives him a hug while saying oooohhhhhhh, then when he is done he hands me the animal. I then hug the animal while Ollie says ooooohhhhhh. Then he reaches out his hand to grasp his animal back into his arms again. It's very cute!

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My bro-in-law, Marshall, e-mailed a link from The New Yorker. It made me laugh so I thought I would share the laughter with you. THE PLANby Jack HandeyThe plan isn’t foolproof. For it to work, certain things must happen:—The door to the vault must have accidentally been left open by the cleaning woman.—The guard must bend over to tie his shoes and somehow he gets all the shoelaces tied together.

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Ollie and I went to the park on Saturday. This is a great shot of him... falling. Do you see his leg and little converse in the air? That's right I was taking a picture while my little guy fell off the play structure. Poor Ollie. Funny picture.

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Today I was waiting in line at Peets 3 deep to purchase Major D's whole bean coffee, a present for my father's birthday. The lady who was ordering her coffee at the front of the line was taking an absurd amount of time: ordering her beans, deciding that she didn't want the free coffee, wanting to buy a gift card, handing the lady her debit card when she then decided to write a check. The guy

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Adam's friend Yama is Japanese and he taught us a Japanese phrase that in English sounded a lot like, "Don't touch my mustache." The funny thing is I can't remember what don't touch my mustache translates to. Today I was reminded of my Japanese lessons. When a client that I work with told me that I have a mustache. Should I be offended? Should I wax? Should I bleach my growing stache? No! I

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If I could arrest people or at least give someone a hefty fine it would be for those who park in handicap parking spots and who do not have a handicap placard. Handicap spaces were made to assist people with legit disabilities to help them get around in this walking world. Handicap parking spots were not created for the lazy or selfish, people that are so stuck on themselves that they can't walk

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In case you didn't know my husband Adam is funny. Not only is he one of the funniest people I have ever met he has now started writing a ridiculous blog entitled, the most boring blog, full of non sense and trickery. It makes me laugh each time I read it. But maybe that's because I am a little bit ridiculous too.

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Like a second ago I just noticed that my computer's Caps Lock button spells out the word caps lock in lower case letters.

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Old people are smart, you know the gray haired variety. The other day I was waiting for my number to be called to chow down on my number three animal style at In N Out. As I was waiting my turn for my tasty lunch I was a people watchin'. Looking around I noticed something, all the old people had small cups of soda. I always order a "meal" at the fine hamburger joint and it comes with a medium

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Oliver is sick. He has had a fever and has thrown up 3 times. And each time he throws up he has thrown up on me. The first time was by complete surprise; it came out of nowhere. We were sitting on the couch and he was eating some cheese and then, BARF, the contents of his stomach where all over Oliver, the couch and me. It was gross but I was more concerned with how my little guy was doing. The

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Many times I have wondered when my little guy will start to talk. Meaning real English words. He has a few under his belt like: no, kitty, juice, dog, go and hi. Speaking developmentally he is slow in the verbiage department. Oh, don't get me wrong--he can have a ten minute conversation with you looking right into your eyes as he carefully crafts each syllable of his babble: Suckhussascha?

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Ollie found a new place to play. To bad it's a filthy, furry dog kennel. I knew I should have pulled him out right away but I could help but take a few pictures before removing him from his new play cave.

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-15272828735272408012008-10-07T21:14:00.000-07:002008-10-07T21:18:43.721-07:00

When you feel like you don't know what to write on your blog, post a cute picture of your cute son. The crowd will go wild.

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The verdict is in. Even though only 8 people voted in my little poll and the majority were against the haircut, we did it anyways.

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Today I was inspired to exercise. Exercise is something that I haven't really partook in for quite sometime. I have a herniated disc and it has been giving me troubles in my old age. But today I said screw you L5 herniated disc and I laced up my running shoes, put Ollie in the jogger and off I went. It wasn't really a run it was more like a run/jog/brisk walk/run/walk/slow walk. And even though I

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Our little guy is growing up so fast. Now he eats with a spoon all by himself... granted most of the food ends up on the floor.

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Last night Henry escaped out of the door not once but twice. The first time Oliver opened the door and then Henry bolted. He ran around our wooded/hilly/creek filled neighborhood and I found him walking down the street as I drove in circles in the dusk of evening. I opened up the car door and he jumped right in. The second time I was opening up the front door to let the cool evening air in and

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-24228438671706588392008-09-12T09:25:00.000-07:002008-09-12T09:52:14.026-07:00

During college I had a great roomie, Chanda. We are still friends to this day even, though she ditched the Northern land for Socal. Back then in my youth I had a propensity for sleeping in and I was usually late especially to church functions. Chanda being the wiser more mature one was never late and often would get up 2 hours before she needed to leave making sure she had enough time to eat

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Does anyone want to buy these boots for me? I can't help myself I just love them and wouldn't mind owning a pair. My size is 9.5 and you can get them online at Piperlime.

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So, I know some people are facing huge decisions in their lives right now, but for the life of me I can't decide whether or not to get Ollie's haircut. You see, we are really facing a mullet situation here. Ever since he was a wee babe his hairline on his forehead has not produced hair as fast as the hair on the back of his head, giving him today what I would call, business in front, party in

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-83857354639151534362008-08-25T21:54:00.001-07:002008-08-25T21:56:47.507-07:00

I think he gets his nuttiness from his Dad.

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-36691922930454647852008-08-23T21:03:00.000-07:002008-08-23T23:05:43.066-07:00

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment... Instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. 1 Peter 3: 3 & 4 We spent a week with family down south. Adam's family flew out from Chicago to spend time

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Right now I have less than two hours to celebrate the first day of the last year of my twenties. I can't believe that I am now 29. Who would have thought that 29 comes so soon after 28? I think I will lament for this last year, so when next year hits and I turn the big three zero I will have already mourned the passing of my youth. Years ago, when I was in college I took this class (can't

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Yesterday during Ollie's nap I snuck a peek at our little snoozer. I don't know why but he always seems to fall asleep with his limps dangling out the slats of his crib. I guess it's more comfortable for him that way. Go figure.

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... Hiphopopotamus and Rhymenoceros. My friend Tony introduced us to Flight of the Conchords. They are a "band" of two guys from New Zealand who do folk parody and they have a series on HBO. The humor is right up our alley and I thought I would share it with you. Adam and I can't stop laughing at this video it's hilarious.

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-25371102242994944382008-07-12T23:03:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:57:20.327-08:00

About a month ago our family learned of some very devastating news. Our eleven month old nephew Timothy (Adam's brother's son) was diagnosed with Leigh's disease, a rare genetic disorder where the mitochondria of the cell does not produce enough energy for development and growth. There are no known cures so the disease is fatal. We don't know how long the Timster will be with us but he is

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Recently, I have been told by a handful of people that I am a good writer. I'm pretty sure I was blushing when I received the compliments. It was a great encouragement to hear that what comes from my noggin and through my fingers as they click on the computer keys makes sense to somebody. And with the encouragement I was thinking, "Maybe I should write a book someday." Ingrid told me to title the

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... there was food on the hands and then there was food in the hair.

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Tonight I gave Ollie a bath--something I do quite often--and as I was toweling him off and putting on his p. jays I was having a random thoughtI'm sure glad that Oliver doesn't stink like I do when I am all sweaty and haven't showered and my pits start to smell so then I have to make sure I put deodorant on.What kinds of scents would they make for the baby deodorant? Would it only come in baby

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-25770752904598993442008-06-19T22:45:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:57:21.085-08:00

Funny, isn't it? I just wish it came in Ollie's size.

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I could probably never duplicate this picture. Henry the dog goes crazy when ever he sees a cat. It was so strange that he didn't see this very alive cat right outside our open window. He looked out the window with Oliver for a solid ten minutes before he saw the cat no more than a foot away. It was a different story, though when he did realize the cat was so close to him. He practically jumped

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-54570791226982664182008-06-10T22:57:00.000-07:002008-06-10T23:09:13.843-07:00

This little video is dedicated to all of the out of towners that don't get to see our small guy grow. Nothing fancy just playing with Dad and then Oliver walking around the house. Hope you enjoy!

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Ollie was taking a nap. Adam was at a bike store inquiring about a bike part. Henry was sleeping. And I was sitting on the couch just staring at some show on the television. For some reason I looked out our screen door and I saw this buck looking at me through the neighbor's fence. We don't live in the country but sometimes I forget as daily we see deer, turkeys, chickens and skunks all roaming

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-72216235945402369752008-06-04T22:44:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:57:21.664-08:00

So I don't recommend doing this, but I decided to snap a shot of Ollie enjoying the windows rolled down as I was driving the car. It appears that he gets a kick out of the wind blowing in his face. He laughs and smiles while kicking his feet. I asked him why he likes it so much but he didn't answer. I guess I'll have to wait until he decides to tell me. Until then we will keep the windows rolled

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-92191892243540715102008-05-21T22:29:00.001-07:002008-12-10T03:57:21.927-08:00

I am always hot and Adam is always cold. I am starting to think that Oliver takes after his Mom. Because he is always so warm and sweats more than I think a baby should. Last week the temperature rose into the hundreds. It was then when I realized that I can tell when our little hot guy is getting hot, his red hair starts to curl. And then when he cools off his curls go away. Oh Oliver how come

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-46867585866351915572008-05-18T20:50:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:57:22.163-08:00

I bought a wading pool at Target today, since it's been blazing hot around here. It was so cute to see Ollie getting to know his very first outdoor bathtub. The water was pretty cold so he was a little apprehensive at first but it didn't take him long till he was splashing around like a pro. I couldn't help but remember splashing around in my own blow up pool in the backyard. One year I even

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It's been two whole years since I have been able to "nest". Oh I have looked at the magazines and walked through stores like Pottery Barn. But what was the use I didn't have any money to buy anything (still don't), and even if I did I had no where to put anything. So needless to say it's been nice to have a place to call our own and put my touch of style on the walls and throughout. Adam

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Coldplay is offering up a free song on their website. If you like Coldplay go ahead and get "Violent Hill" right here. Just enter your info and you will get the song via e-mail in a couple of seconds. Nice.

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Yesterday we went to my cousin's wedding. We had such a great time catching up with family. This was the first time we were all together since my Grandfather's funeral that happened back when I was in college. Everyone got a kick out of Ollie and they loved his red hair. I think he enjoyed all of the attention i.e.: hugs, kisses and sitting in everyone's lap. He was a champ too very little fuss

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I think I need to change the title of my blog: britany! writes a blog about oliver j. After talking with a friend I realize that I don't really bring up stories about Oliver in my conversations through out the day. I guess I just assume that people don't want to hear me talk about how cute it is when Oliver poops. I think it's easier for me to blog about my little guy. And people can read stories

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-25207742336890025172008-04-23T22:51:00.001-07:002008-12-10T03:57:23.248-08:00

Ollie and I went to the park. He was very intrigued with the wood chips. In the picture he was picking up the wood and placing it on the slide one by one. I thought how cute. Then he placed the wood in his mouth. I threw the camera down on the slide and pried the wood from his mouth. Ollie started to cry. I tried to distract him from the wood by putting him in the swing. Ollie continued to cry.

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-59120821042861043492008-04-22T16:36:00.000-07:002008-04-23T22:42:20.710-07:00

In 2006, Merriam-Webster added a new word to it's dictionary.mouse potato- noun a person who spends a great deal of time using a computernice.

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Oliver can keep himself quite entertained playing with his Legos. He's a professional Lego-dumper-outer, he loves pulling apart Mom's intricate built towers and on occasion he has even put a couple of Lego blocks together. His new trick of late is putting his Legos back into the box. Today Adam's bike shoe was nearby and he started filling it up with the pegged blocks. It was very cute. But it

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Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-14550372180185841302008-04-15T18:03:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:57:24.441-08:00

In my parent's front yard there stands six small white birch trees. I think the trees are Oliver's first love. He will hold onto the skinny trunk and bounce up and down all while smiling and laughing. He picks at the white bark, pulls off the leaves and hangs on the tiny branches. I have told him that it's not a good idea to pull off the green leaves because they won't grow back. He doesn't

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-51192382689718764152008-04-08T23:05:00.000-07:002008-04-08T23:30:11.234-07:00

We are moving. Nope not out of the country or state just out of my parent's house. For those of you who didn't know Adam, Oliver, Henry and I have been living with my folks ever since we moved back to California. We found a cute little house in Fair Oaks Village that was built in 1900 and we will be moving our stuff out of storage May first.These past two years have been quite journey. The short

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-72043513893738040202008-03-25T09:25:00.001-07:002008-12-10T03:57:24.577-08:00

The other day I introduced the fork into Oliver's daily mealtime routine. I think he really enjoys the fork, it's like a toy that he is allowed to play with while eatting. Together we practice stabbing food and then putting the food in his mouth. It's really quite cute to watch him eat with the fork on his own. I think he understands that food is supposed to go on the fork but he hasn't quite

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I hurt my back. Ever since having Ollie I have dealt with pain in my lower back. It comes and goes and I really don't know what I do to make it hurt or what I do to make the pain go away. My back began to hurt again the week before last and on that Saturday it got worse. But I just ignored it, hoping the pain would go away but it didn't. I was in so much pain I wasn't able to walk, bend or move

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-66984110728359361972008-03-19T22:04:00.000-07:002008-03-20T12:33:45.297-07:00

Oliver turned one on the 10th. And on the following Saturday we celebrated his first year of life with a little birthday party. We had him eat his cake a little too close to nap time and we had to pull him away from his new birthday presents. He wasn't too happy. I just can't believe that our little baby is one. It weird because it just seems like yesterday that I had a big old belly full

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I was holding Oliver today and I noticed that the inside of his ears were very yellow. Right then I decided it was time to do something about my babe's wax factory or else I'd forget and then I'd start to wonder if he was losing his hearing. So off to the bathroom we went. As I was continuing to hold him in my arms and on my hip I opened up the cabinet door to get a q-tip. While I was doing this

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I'm not sure why, but lately it has been getting a lot more difficult to take a good picture of Oliver. His favorite expression to give is the one pictured above; I like to call it "Deer in the Headlights". Not only does he give funny/weird expressions he also likes to charge at the camera when he sees it in your hands, proving very difficult to take a candid shot. I just hope this phase ends

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I was sitting at the computer at work typing up case notes when it came to me, a thought that is. That thought was blogging is not a complete waste of time. I know there are the obvious reasons for why I blog: keeping friends and family updated with my life, having a place to put my random thoughts, blah blah and blah blah. So when my only full time job was being a Mom, blogging kept my mind a

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I feel bad for our dog Henry. He doesn't get as much lovin' from us since Oliver came. But that doesn't mean we love him any less. He is afterall one mighty fine canine.

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-21136992214563979642008-01-23T20:59:00.000-08:002008-01-24T20:52:47.058-08:00

I try very hard to be original . Trying to stay away from the cool and overused. But sometimes a good idea comes along and I just can't help myself from being a gosh darn follower. So Kel, I am copying your idea and letting you who read this here blog in on some of my very own idiosyncrasies. To help me fall asleep at night I rub my feet together between my blanket.When I am sitting down a lot of

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There is a lot to be said but I can't seem to find the words. I thought Ollie could do the talking for me... but I guess he can't find the words either. He's quite the heavy breather.

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Tomorrow ends my time as a stay-at-home mother. Tomorrow I go back to work. My new job title is Employment Training Specialist where I will be working with developmentally disabled adults assisting them with their jobs, school and volunteer work. I have been dreading the day, the seventh of January for a while because I know I am going to miss my sweet little guy. I just pray that I will make

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I heart The Cosby Show! Every Christmas my Mom gets me a season of The Cosby Show. I now have seasons one, two, three, four, five and six. I remember watching the show when I was a kid; every Thursday night at eight o' clock I was on the couch watching the Huxtables in their sweet brownstone in New York. Being an only child I loved watching the interaction of a big family and wished I could have

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-37126354741914179192008-01-02T20:45:00.001-08:002008-01-02T20:47:55.570-08:00

I think the holiday season got to everyone, including me. I have been checking everyone's blog and very few have posted anything new. Please help a friend out and post me something good. Thanks

Britanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144478134680605312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977272.post-7246154932789720002007-12-14T13:31:00.001-08:002007-12-14T13:31:46.013-08:00

May God bless you with discomfortAt easy answers, half-truths,And superficial relationshipsSo that you may live deepWithin your heart.May God bless you with angerAt injustice, oppression,And exploitation of people,So that you may work for justice,Freedom, and peace.May God bless you with tearsTo shed for those who suffer pain,Rejection, hunger, and war,So that you may reach out yourHand to

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I just found out that Oliver J. has a condition. It's called the human condition. He is now nine months old. He crawls around with the best of them and is into everything. Today I was looking for a lid in the Tupperware cabinet and I couldn't find it anywhere. So I pulled everything out searching for the missing piece of plastic. While I was doing so Ollie was having a ball playing with all of

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