<?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-8151484039706280115</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:24:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Big Girl!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-2616808648597584119</id><published>2010-05-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T05:56:03.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RYLEE is 2 years old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S_UtIX2f8PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/U2rgaEJEadM/s1600/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S_UtIX2f8PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/U2rgaEJEadM/s320/28.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473330544003510514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;To begin the day,we watched Sprout to see if the birthday card I sent in would be on tv, well it wasn't ,but her name was on the bottom of the screen &amp; i got a video of it for her to see when she's older. &lt;br /&gt;And then she got to swim in her brand new pool! she loved splashing around, she never wanted to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S_Uv86jos2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UlbcJeuUN1g/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S_Uv86jos2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UlbcJeuUN1g/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473333645696086882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at Chuck E Cheese. it was her very first time to ever go there and she was AMAZED, she saw toys and kids all around her, she had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;We decided this year not to do a party for her, and just do family. &lt;br /&gt;She got a tricycle, a big ball, &amp; a sit and spin from mommy and daddy. Her nana &amp; pappaw got her a Justin Bieber poster &amp; her new big pool with a slide :].&lt;br /&gt;She played for hours and hours. We will definately be taking her back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee can say just about everything i think. Actually somewhere she heard "I'm gonna break your neck", i'm guessing tv.&lt;br /&gt;So one day she randomly runs up to me and says "i'ma break your neck" and is pinching my neck.&lt;br /&gt;its cute when she says it, but i can't believe she learned something like that!.&lt;br /&gt;She is very polite, aside from breaking people's necks. She says May I?, Please, Thank you, Excuse me &amp; Your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like she is going to turn out to be a sweet little lady. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saturday after her birthday we decided to have family over for cake.&lt;br /&gt;She was the center of attention just like she likes!&lt;br /&gt;Over all she had a very good birthday and for a couple days later she said "my birthday", she wanted everyday to be her birthday, it was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;She tells me out of the blue that she loves me all the time, &amp; after i say I love you ,she usually says, I love you more :]&lt;br /&gt;I love being her mommy more than anything. She is such a bright, sweet, polite little girl and I am proud to be her mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-2616808648597584119?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2616808648597584119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/05/rylee-is-2-years-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2616808648597584119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2616808648597584119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/05/rylee-is-2-years-old.html' title='RYLEE is 2 years old!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S_UtIX2f8PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/U2rgaEJEadM/s72-c/28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-6647193432471474264</id><published>2010-04-17T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:10:10.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking, Talking, Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S8nqJjrXJdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/REXxlXK024g/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S8nqJjrXJdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/REXxlXK024g/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153473080272338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S8nqDsrWfSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OaawVbAF27U/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S8nqDsrWfSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OaawVbAF27U/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153372416933154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee is almost 2 years old! I can't believe it really.&lt;br /&gt;We told her about a month ago that her birthday is coming up and that it's May 5th.&lt;br /&gt;So now everytime we ask her when her birthday is, she knows.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute. It's &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; like Rylee can hold a full conversation with us.&lt;br /&gt;She remembers things that I told her months before.&lt;br /&gt;If I ask her something, she always gives me an answer, even if it is just to say " I don't know".&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she makes up her own answers to things too, like the other day I asked her who made her smart? And she said "daddy".&lt;br /&gt;I asked her who made her pretty? And she said "mommy". I don't know how she knows to say the things she does.&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny sometimes. I could go on forever about how well she talks now.&lt;br /&gt;She puts words together really well now, which was someting I worried about her doing for a while so I am so glad :]&lt;br /&gt;When she is in a really good mood, just randomly she will say "scited mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;Those kinds of things just make my whole day :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-6647193432471474264?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6647193432471474264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-talking-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6647193432471474264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6647193432471474264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-talking-talking.html' title='Talking, Talking, Talking'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S8nqJjrXJdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/REXxlXK024g/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-3112289288346024974</id><published>2010-04-08T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T06:30:07.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee's 2nd Easter!`</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73WKkpXUSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jGs8Ys4nm4Y/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73WKkpXUSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jGs8Ys4nm4Y/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457753800567116066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73WEmZQdVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HoZa_eO7-Wg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73WEmZQdVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HoZa_eO7-Wg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457753697957213522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73V64XDiOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z934fEoyaF0/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73V64XDiOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z934fEoyaF0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457753530981124322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year with the Easter Bunny I was more than expecting another melt down like we had with Santa, so i definately was expecting Rylee to be crying around him.&lt;br /&gt;We had stopped by to see the Easter bunny about a week before we actually took pictures just to see how she would react.&lt;br /&gt;And I was holding her and as soon as I started to get closer to him she started whining and holding on to me tighter and looking away.&lt;br /&gt;When we went back a week later, Jake really helped the situation.&lt;br /&gt;First I put Aedyn on the bunny's lap and then I think she started to see that he wasn't going to hurt her or anything.&lt;br /&gt;And then Jake just worked it in steps, he went over and sat by the bunny's chair and asked Rylee to come over and stand by him with him.&lt;br /&gt;So she did but she still wanted her daddy to get her away from him.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was he walked away and he told her to just stand by him.&lt;br /&gt;And then after enough of that went on we asked her if she would sit on his lap, and she said "yeah".&lt;br /&gt;So it worked out perfectly and i got a smiley picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Easter Egg hunt at Coolidge this year.&lt;br /&gt;We got there pretty early for a good parking spot and I knew Rylee would be able to get her face painted.&lt;br /&gt;She did really good with that, she said there patiently through getting a butterfly on one cheek and a flower on the other.&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited a while for them to start the Easter egg hunt, So Jake took her to play with the bells at the park, which kept her occupied for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;And then her Nana and Pappaw came to watch her hunt easter eggs, and Rylee is completely attached to her pappaw.&lt;br /&gt;She was very happy to see him.&lt;br /&gt;Once the hunt began, it was crazy, there was about 30 little 0-2 year olds and their parents rushing in.&lt;br /&gt;And most of the parents were swooping up eggs for their kids, and I didn't think that was the point, I was there to let Rylee have some fun and do it herself.&lt;br /&gt;She did really good, not like last year when she just wanted to pick up one egg and look at it a while.&lt;br /&gt;She kept going to the next egg, but one thing she kept doing that was so sweet, she probably put half of her eggs in other babies baskets.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;She just loves other babies, she is always in aw of them.&lt;br /&gt;But the next round to hunt Rylee's daddy got her a bunch of eggs.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;mainly because there was a 7 year old in the 0-2 section stealing all the eggs. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hunt was over, we went to listen to the Church service and Choir.&lt;br /&gt;Rylee did not want to sit still for that at all, So she threw her hacky sack around for a while, which she loved!&lt;br /&gt;And then her pappaw took her on the River boat.&lt;br /&gt;When she came back to me Amanda and Lexie were there. Rylee rarely gets to see Lexie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She kept going up to her and saying "hey lexie, hey lexie" hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i could tell she was happy to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was way too hyper to be sitting around, so she kept running from me, and running pretty far! It was getting pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually I got her to stay right around where we were, and where I could see her.&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling her that she didn't wanna leave her lexie, and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;She went up to this random little girl, probably around the same age as her and kissed her, it was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;So Rylee was standing about 4 feet away from us on the concrete and all of a sudden, she gets ran over by a girl on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have been more upset, i don't know how I didn't go off on that little girl or her mom.&lt;br /&gt;My mom went up and said something to the mom because the girl just kept on riding her bike, knowing she just ran over a 2 year old, like it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The mom said " kids will be kids"&lt;br /&gt;I was so furious, we left.&lt;br /&gt;Definately ruined the experience for us &amp; I doubt we will go back next year.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Olive Garden with my parents :]&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice Easter even though everything that happened... It was nice to do things out of the ordinary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-3112289288346024974?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3112289288346024974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/04/rylees-2nd-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3112289288346024974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3112289288346024974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/04/rylees-2nd-easter.html' title='Rylee&apos;s 2nd Easter!`'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S73WKkpXUSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jGs8Ys4nm4Y/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-4190548676606788012</id><published>2010-03-27T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T06:26:12.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S64Hb4AeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vQw7issGeMA/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S64Hb4AeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vQw7issGeMA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453304374264467186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S64HWJ6XQFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Umt_8hNtTU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S64HWJ6XQFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Umt_8hNtTU/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453304275991478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had Aedyn almost 2 months ago, Rylee has been spending alot more time at her Nana's house, which I mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;So all of a sudden, when she comes home, she is telling me she wants to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I have never even told her about cartoons or showed them to her or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I would really rather wait as long as I could before she has an interest in TV. I would rather her play with her toys or being playing outside, just being active instead of sitting in front of the TV all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So my mom tells me that she loves them and she puts them on for her.&lt;br /&gt;I realize she didn't know I didn't want her watching them, so I can't really be mad.&lt;br /&gt;But there is no going back now, Rylee has the best memory of any 2 year old I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;She begs and begs me to let her watch them, so I usually do for a certain amount of time a day.&lt;br /&gt;But I put on Sprout, those shows are usually more educational.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am mad because, I told my mom to put on Sprout for her if she is going to play cartoons for her instead of nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;But still everytime I come back to get her, she's watching Spongebob, she can't get anything from that!?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to stop taking Rylee over there because that is the only help I get, but she doesn't listen to me!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-4190548676606788012?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4190548676606788012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/cartoons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/4190548676606788012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/4190548676606788012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S64Hb4AeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vQw7issGeMA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-9038234151515564291</id><published>2010-03-16T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:02:44.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NOOOO</title><content type='html'>So about a week ago, I was taking our puppy, Bella outside on our back porch, usually Rylee comes with me, but since we dont have a gate up around our back yard yet, Rylee &amp; Bella can just run around and I don't like that because there is a busy road right there.&lt;br /&gt;Bella doesn't usually run around unless Rylee is out there to chase her. So for the first time I decided to leave Rylee &amp; Aedyn inside while I took the dog out.&lt;br /&gt;Aedyn was just sitting on the couch like a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I come back to the door literally like 5 minutes later and Rylee has turned the lock on the knob!&lt;br /&gt;And this is not something she has ever done before so she really didn't understand it at all.&lt;br /&gt;She just thought I was not coming in to torture her.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to talk to her through the glass on the back door to tell her to turn the botton on the knob to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't get it at all. So she was just standing there screaming and crying.&lt;br /&gt;So I was stuck outside by myself without keys or a phone.&lt;br /&gt;If this were in the old apartment, no problem, i would have went downstairs to Amanda's and used her phone or walked to the office to have maintenance let me in. &lt;br /&gt;But at our new house I don't really know any of the neighbors and we don't have an office here.&lt;br /&gt;So I decide I have to start ringing doorbells, I have to use someone's phone.&lt;br /&gt;No one is answering the door, finally the last neighbor does.&lt;br /&gt;So I am calling, calling, calling the landlord, no answer! oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;I finally call my mom and tell her to come over because I don't know what else to do!&lt;br /&gt;I get ahold of my landlord and she says it will take 10 minutes to get to our house.&lt;br /&gt;My mom comes before then and that really made it worse for Rylee because she really wanted my mom and she could'nt get to her.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Rylee keeps saying Aedyn! Aedyn!, and I can see him on the couch, he is just there sleeping, by this time he had fallen over though. Luckily not off the couch!&lt;br /&gt;But Rylee didn't know what else to do and didn't have anyone else's comfort, so she just kept going up to him and kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda sweet but at the same time I was so worried that she was going to pull him off of the couch or something.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the landlord comes and lets me in.&lt;br /&gt;I am so relieved for this nightmare to be over!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rylee didn't calm down for a long time. It really upset her. I hope she learned her lesson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-9038234151515564291?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/9038234151515564291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-noooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/9038234151515564291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/9038234151515564291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-noooo.html' title='OH NOOOO'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-5598209699331747525</id><published>2010-03-15T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:23:00.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING MORE GROWN EVERYDAY!</title><content type='html'>Rylee is growing up sooo much faster now. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday she is less and less like a baby. She talks all day long and makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell her almost anything and she understands what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, when I can tell she is fake crying, I will call her a "faker" and she will usually stop crying because she was caught.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other day we were watching tv and on a show there was a guy who I knew was fake crying, you would think a kid would believe it, but she was like "faker"!&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny :]&lt;br /&gt;And I usually tell Rylee when she is coming down the stairs to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;Well the other day I almost fell and Rylee was like "be careful mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;it was so cute, I had no way of knowing before this that she even knew what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;She is putting her words together so good, I can get her to say 3 words together at any given time really, I just have to break each word off and tell her 1 at a time and then she will say all 3.&lt;br /&gt;We are still working on colors, she's getting better, but slowly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Rylee has been spending alot of time at her nana's during the day while I run errands or just while I take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Just last Friday, my mom asked to keep Rylee for about 6 hours. I ofcourse said yes...&lt;br /&gt;I would love a good break. Rylee really enjoys being over there anyways so it was win win win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we bought a pitbull puppy named Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Rylee loved having a puppy, she would play with her all day long.&lt;br /&gt;But the Rylee started liking tp pick her up and sit on her and hit her, so we had to sell the dog.&lt;br /&gt;It was really too much on me having 2 kids and a puppy top look after especially having to watch constantly so Rylee wasn't hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;She went to a really good couple and I know she has a much better home than she had here.&lt;br /&gt;Since Bella has been gone, Rylee really doesn't mention her much. She remembers her, but I am so glad she wasn't sad that she is gone. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-5598209699331747525?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5598209699331747525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-more-grown-everyday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5598209699331747525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5598209699331747525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-more-grown-everyday.html' title='GETTING MORE GROWN EVERYDAY!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-2567862178884778882</id><published>2010-03-04T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:11:45.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT BIG SISSY!</title><content type='html'>Rylee adjusted so well to our move to our new house and becoming a big sister.&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't seemed to be jealous at all!&lt;br /&gt;And while I was in the hospital she stayed with her Nana &amp; Pappaw, so she bonded alot with her, so if I am ever having a bad day and I need a break from her my mom is usually happy to take her for me.&lt;br /&gt;And Rylee definately loves to go see her nana! Anywhere else I leave her she screams for me, even if it is with her own daddy. But not with Nana or Pappaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee loves to give Aedyn kisses and try to help me with him, she gets me diapers for him or her and throws them away.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I have had is when she thinks shes helping and she is soooo not!&lt;br /&gt;Like the other day I had the bulb suringe on the couch and Rylee picked it up and put it in her mouth and I told her to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;I looked away for about 30 seconds and I turn back around and shes sticking it down Aedyn's throat gagging him bad.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very protective of him. I was using the bulb suringe on his nose and he was crying, Rylee started crying and saying no! no! no!&lt;br /&gt;She gets really upset when he goes to the doctor because she is scared of the doctor herself, so she gets scared for him too!&lt;br /&gt;Its very cute!&lt;br /&gt;But I definately have my hands full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylee has learned her left and right almost perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;She will say "left hand", "right hand", "left foot", and "right foot" and she gets it right almost everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to teach Rylee just about every word I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be as smart as she possibly can be.&lt;br /&gt;She now says "housewives" when the show Desperate Housewives is on.&lt;br /&gt;And she knows "Reba".&lt;br /&gt;She even knows the "progressive" commercial as -car insurance.&lt;br /&gt;Shes too funny sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;--Aedyn being here has helped alot with her putting words together instead of just saying 1 word all the time.&lt;br /&gt;She will say stuff like "Love you Aedyn" and "bless you Aedyn".&lt;br /&gt;Now she has taken it and saying alot of words together, like "thank you mam" "hey mommy (or whoever she is saying hey to).&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like she must be one of the smartest 22 month olds ever.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of her :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-2567862178884778882?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2567862178884778882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-big-sissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2567862178884778882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2567862178884778882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-big-sissy.html' title='GREAT BIG SISSY!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-7232412432220202544</id><published>2010-01-22T03:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:27:08.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting back on track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S1mIuqbvBYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I2yKhC4tM2I/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429521161017820546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S1mIuqbvBYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I2yKhC4tM2I/s320/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rylee was sick in the picture above. I was on the computer and she just brought her blankie and pillow and came and layed on the floor. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She was sick for about a week, and I have got to say, she is the best sick baby I have ever seen. She wasn't fussy, if anything she was much sweeter. She just wanted to be held alot and lay on the couch with her blankie. And sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She started back on her naps! yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some days me and her would still go take naps together in Mommy and Daddy's bed because mommy was sick this week too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rylee didn't want to eat very much. I felt bad for her. She got a fever but it dropped within that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought for sure that she would be even more clingy after all this time with me holding her and sleeping with her and everything, but no :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Once she started feeling better, she didn't want to be held much or anything. Kinda sad, I wish I had more sweet moments with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She is back to taking naps everyday! And I appreciate them so much more now, I get to have a shower by myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The baby I had mentioned before, Ryan, that I had held and Rylee freaked out about it came over this week and when I held him, Rylee was fine with it! I couldn't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She saw that he was sleeping and she was saying "shh, night night". And giving him kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But when he did cry, Rylee would put her arms out like she thought she was going to get to hold him, I am very excited to see how she takes having Aedyn around all the time, and she will be able to hold him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of which I have an induction date of February 1st &amp;amp; he should be born on the 2nd :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rylee has a little over a week of being an only child.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last night, there was a tornado warning out, so Jake suggested that we let Rylee sleep in the bed with us so we wouldn't worry about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was pretty happy about this. We went to bed at her bedtime (9:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She was freaking out because she wanted to be right up next to me, we had her in between me and Jake but she just wanted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It makes me feel bad for Jake because she is just like that because he works all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So she kept on for about 30 minutes trying to talk to us and tell us she loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was getting pretty annoying, So i rolled away from her and she started to drift off on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She woke up around midnight, I'm not sure why, but she sat up and was wanting to wake up. I was pretty much past my limit by this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So i carried her to her bed and she fell back to sleep right away in there.&lt;br /&gt;She is just too big to sleep with us anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I need my sleep anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-7232412432220202544?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7232412432220202544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/7232412432220202544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/7232412432220202544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-back-on-track.html' title='getting back on track!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S1mIuqbvBYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/I2yKhC4tM2I/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-5681817515805809030</id><published>2010-01-14T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:02:01.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING changing*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S09XzdIECNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8e3BcXPW2RM/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426652617508128978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S09XzdIECNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8e3BcXPW2RM/s320/35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S09XvdOfmsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UTvW05h8gtE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426652548815624898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S09XvdOfmsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UTvW05h8gtE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rylee's baby brother is almost here! I can't wait to see her reaction to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just this past week we went to the hospital to see a friend of mine and her new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well when I went to hold the baby Rylee put her face in her hands and started balling. She didn't want to talk much or throw a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She just kept saying mommy and seemed like she really got her feelings hurt or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I kinda took this as a sign of whats to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I hope whenever Aedyn comes, by making her more involved with him will help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because she will be able to hold him and sit with him and give him his passy and all of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just couldn't let her hold someone else's baby and she didn't get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope she isn't too jealous of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the baby is born, I plan on Jake and Rylee going home each night together while me and Aedyn are in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So hopefully she can just get alot closer to her daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;God knows I'm gonna need that! When I get home and I need to breast feed or something, I don't want Rylee being upset everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I would like her to feel more attachment to Jake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On another note- for quite some time Rylee has known her body parts, and recently we taught her that boogers are in her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe not the brightest idea, becuase now she is fascinated by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I catch her alot with her fingers in her nose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She does it in public too.... ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It seems like we have done a complete turn around in alot of areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Potty training- pretty much on hold. She very rarely will go in her potty. I don't try to push it on her because I don't want to stress her out over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think alot of it had to do with when Jake had his week off of work for Christmas, we didn't really stay home much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And we never take her to other bathrooms to go potty, always just ours and on her princess potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I think she just got out of the hang of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another thing that happened because of Jake's Christmas break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We were sleeping in pretty late on those days, and Rylee's door has a child safety lock on it so she can't just let herself out and get into everything in the apartment before mommy and daddy wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Which has never been a problem because I usally wake up around the same time as her and go let her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But on these days we were sleeping in late and she wasn't. I would wake up to her crying at her door to be let out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I think she has taken sleeping in her own room to be a punishment, like we aren't going to let her out or something? Because now every bed time she cries and cries and doesn't want us to leave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Which she was totally fine with sleeping in her own bed before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well nap time has been 1,000x worse!  because she knows she can make it without a nap and its light outside so she doesn't fall asleep, she will continuously cry until we go and get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One day, I layed down with her in her toddler bed and told her to close her eyes, and she fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But obviously I Can't do that everyday or she would become spoiled by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I made the hard decision to let her drop her naps.! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That is like the ONLY free time I have at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So everyday for about 2 weeks, it has been non-stop Rylee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But if I get tired or want to take a nap, all I have to do is put her in my bed with me and we both get to sleep :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am just scared by this that she will get used to sleeping with us again, and I already worked so hard the first time to get her out of our bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She has just all of a sudden become so much more clingy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now she has a pretty bad cold, and I have been giving her childrens cold medicine for it, and I think it is making her more sleepy, so today after me and her took Jake to meet a guy to take him to work, we came home and went to sleep in my bed for about 5 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And then 2 hours later we were watching tv in the living room, and she just lays down on the floor and closes her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I asked her if she was sleepy and she nodded her head yes, so I took advantage of this time for a little test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I put her in her own bed, and she cried a little at first but she went to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't believe it, I hope once she gets over her cold she can go back to taking naps, I will really need it here in a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-5681817515805809030?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5681817515805809030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5681817515805809030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5681817515805809030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-changing.html' title='EVERYTHING changing*'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/S09XzdIECNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8e3BcXPW2RM/s72-c/35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-468358693107864938</id><published>2009-12-28T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:42:45.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee Nicole's 2nd Christmas :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTxKTLYfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_XebfxyOk4o/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420525893078026786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTlKC5CiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qS-u-2vOvYw/s320/newwwwwwwww+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTfxKNJdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NYtteBS56E8/s1600-h/newwwwwwwww+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420525800498472402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTfxKNJdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NYtteBS56E8/s320/newwwwwwwww+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTb1VRo7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cGVn8NbJrXs/s1600-h/newwwwwwwww+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420525732899169202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTb1VRo7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/cGVn8NbJrXs/s320/newwwwwwwww+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTWUVeSYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZfDoYTru3dw/s1600-h/newwwwwwwww+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTPmo22QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pdoAe4t9514/s1600-h/newwwwwwwww+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This year I decided not to put the presents under the tree until Christmas eve night after Rylee went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So the next morning she was not expecting to wake up to presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was the first time she has really enjoyed opening any sort of presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Christmas she was only 8 months old and didnt care about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On her birthday, she didnt really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But this year at almost 20 months she was completely into ripping all of them open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But when she would open one toy, she would stop and forget about opening anymore, because she wanted to play with her new toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was really good about it though, Jake would just say, open another one and she would get up no problem and do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got the entire morning on video :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Such a great memory to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After she got done opening her presents I got into the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when I got out Rylee was dragging my dad's present (that we had left under the tree) around the house, holding onto the ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am really glad she didnt open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would not have been too pleased to have to wrap a present all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We left for my parents house around noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We ate and then opened Rylees presents as well as mine and Jakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rylee got so many toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they really kept her content. Usually she acts like she has ADD or something and only plays with the toys for a few minutes and moves on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But not with all of these new toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We took her outside to let her ride her power wheels car that was supposed to be a Christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We keep it at her Nana &amp;amp; Pappaws house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was riding it up and down the street, I think she completely gets how to drive it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before she would step on the gas and would get so excited that she was going, she would quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now she stays on the gas and loves to keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She doesnt quite get how to steer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But she is still sort of young for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After spending 5 hours at my parents house, we went to Jakes parents house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We got there and right away openned our presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rylee got this dog that laughs and rolls around on the floor. Rylee really seemed to love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I was standing up holding her and she was holding the dog and she dropped it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The motor got broke or something. So that toy didnt last very long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully we can get them to send us a new working one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We ate again at Jakes parents house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We spent almost 5 hours there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rylee had no nap the whole day and we left his parents house past her bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So needless to say she fell asleep in the car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When we got home, I got her out of the car and she didnt wake up at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was beat, she had too much excitement for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish she could have days like this more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I wanted was for her to be happy and have the best day :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think we accomplished that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love her more than life itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTLpoM6GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lDhtRWCNO_A/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-468358693107864938?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/468358693107864938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/rylee-nicoles-2nd-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/468358693107864938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/468358693107864938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/rylee-nicoles-2nd-christmas.html' title='Rylee Nicole&apos;s 2nd Christmas :]'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SzmTxKTLYfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_XebfxyOk4o/s72-c/58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-2276970978485174993</id><published>2009-12-28T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:26:27.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing new things everyday</title><content type='html'>Shes so cute sometimes, Lately she has been obsessed with getting her picture taken...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what could have made her that way....? :]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the camera that has been non-stop in her face since she exited the womb. lol&lt;br /&gt;Lately she has been sneaking to get my camera out the diaper bag and  turning it on and holding it above her head pointed at her.&lt;br /&gt;When she does this, she doesnt completely get how to take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;She knows what button to push but she holds it down instead of just pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;So she sits there with it pointed at her saying "cheese" "cheese".&lt;br /&gt;She is so conceited too, she loves to look at herself and everytime I take a picture of her, she says "see".&lt;br /&gt;She wants to look at herself as often as she can, and when she does see the picture of herself, she says "aw" or "pretty".&lt;br /&gt;She occassionally likes to pretend like shes taking pictures of mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the topic of her being conceited.... Everytime she puts clothes on that she thinks is cute or gets a bow in her hair or anything like that, she says "mirror" and runs into our room to look at herself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;She is too cute sometimes. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new thing for her is when she is pooping in her diaper, she feels the need to run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what could have given her the idea that this is embarassing, we have never made her feel bad about doing it?&lt;br /&gt;She has this one particular wall in our apartment that she runs behind and stands there until she is done.&lt;br /&gt;When she is done, she comes to us and says "poopie".&lt;br /&gt;If she cant leave the room she will just go to a corner and cover her face.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how she picked this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week and a half ago we took Rylee to JCPenney portrait studio to get  her christmas pictures done and while we were waiting for it to be our turn we were sitting out in the little waiting area.&lt;br /&gt;Well they have toys there to keep babies occupied.&lt;br /&gt;And there was a little girl waiting with her mom too, I would say the little girl was about 3?&lt;br /&gt;And she was playing with a toy and Rylee came up to her and started playing with the toy with her, didnt even try to take it away from her.&lt;br /&gt;And the girl says "mine!" and takes the toy away.&lt;br /&gt;Well ever since that day, Rylee has loved the word mine, and I hate it soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be a brat. And she completely gets how to use it. I dont know how hearing it one time has taught her to keep using the word over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Every time she says it she gets popped and I tell her we dont say mine.&lt;br /&gt;But its an every day thing.&lt;br /&gt;She takes toys from Lexie now and says it, or takes the phone from me or jake and says it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to put a stop to it, I am not going to have a little brat on my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-2276970978485174993?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2276970978485174993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/doing-new-things-everyday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2276970978485174993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2276970978485174993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/doing-new-things-everyday.html' title='Doing new things everyday'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-3724998193580188243</id><published>2009-12-17T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:17:31.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST POTTY TRAINED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SypzUZo5TSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0VxmkMSAhn4/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416268296183434530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SypzUZo5TSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0VxmkMSAhn4/s320/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say she is for the most part potty trained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we are at home, she will not have a diaper on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is even 1 pee in it she will say "change"! She absolutely doesnt like pee on her now that she knows she can do it in the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty much as soon as we  get home she takes off her pants and her diaper and goes to the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to keep a diaper on her, but that definately doesnt happen, she ends up getting her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really dont want to hold her back from learning, because it is good that she wants to go on the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that she would just keep her clothes on until she needed to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when people are over, and theyre like "whys your kid naked" lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or when we go down to Amanda &amp;amp; Lexies house, she gets naked there too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really would hate for her to have an accident in someone elses house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in general she has done really good. She rarely pees on the floor anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason her potty is messing up though, it is only supposed to sing when she goes in it. But now it is singing even when she just sits down. So she says "yay!" for herself even when she didnt do it! Its annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We havent mastered going on a big potty yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day when we were at Amanda's and she had taken off her diaper, she said "tee-tee" and I was like oh, no, she doesnt have her potty here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried putting her up on the regular toilet and she didnt  go, about a minute later she said "tee-tee" again, I thought she just wanted to get back up on the potty because it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt believe her and she peed on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly stopped her and got her on to the toilet and she finished going on the big potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still havent let her try to go while we are out in public. I think Im just too lazy for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is alot of work on my part and I would rather her just pee in her diaper while we're out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOG OF "TEE TEES &amp;amp; #2S IN POTTY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/9- 5 TEE TEES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/10- 8 TEE TEES, 1 #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/11- 4 TEE TEES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/12- 3 TEE TEES, 1 #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/13- 8 TEE TEES, 1 #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/14- 7 TEE TEES, 2 #2S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/15- 8 TEE TEES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12/16- 8 TEE TEES&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/8151484039706280115-3724998193580188243?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3724998193580188243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-potty-trained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3724998193580188243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3724998193580188243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-potty-trained.html' title='ALMOST POTTY TRAINED'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SypzUZo5TSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0VxmkMSAhn4/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-4087168124457521842</id><published>2009-12-09T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:30:04.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHES GROWING UP BEFORE MY EYES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, Rylee has been reading this little book of colors she has had for about a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Her daddy and I have been trying to teach her a couple of colors with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Usually I think she just guesses what color it is and always says pink. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday she brought the book to me saying "Red", and it was actually on the red page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I congratulated her on  getting it right but I thought she had just guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well today I was flipping through the book with her and I turned it to red, and she said "red".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I turned it to pink and she said "pink". Then I turned it to yellow and she said nothing. I told her yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the next turn around she got pink, red, and yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I dont think I want to give her too many different colors to remember yet. I think I want to ingrave these few in her head first. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am so proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;POTTY TRAINING :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have been keeping a little log of the number of times Rylee goes on her potty each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so far --- 12/4- 2 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12/5- 1 time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12/6- 0 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12/7- 2 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12/8- 6 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday with the 6 times -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The first time Rylee just came out of her room where she was playing with Lexie with no diaper on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And she went in the bathroom saying "tee-tee". I honestly didnt believe that she was going to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because alot of times she just says it for attention and does nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But a second later I heard the music on her potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am really glad we got her a potty with music because sometimes I probably wouldnt have known that she went without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And all through out the day she would take her pants off by herself and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alot of times I stop her from taking off her pants and diapers just becuase it is a pain for me and she does have alot of accidents on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I am trying to get past that so she can learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And she does alot better if when she says "tee tee" and goes in the bathroom if me or her daddy goes with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because if we dont usually she starts going on the potty and then when the music starts she gets up to see if we are going to come watch her and pees all over the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But if we go with her she completely pees in the potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am really proud of her, but I am still not pushing the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We are just taking it day by day because I do not want to get frustrated with her if she stops going in the potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-4087168124457521842?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4087168124457521842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/shes-growing-up-before-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/4087168124457521842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/4087168124457521842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/shes-growing-up-before-my-eyes.html' title='SHES GROWING UP BEFORE MY EYES!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-18822676013012639</id><published>2009-12-04T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:09:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a little character!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So not too long ago, Jake was getting onto Rylee for something and he said "Rylee, I'm gonna pop you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And She said in the cutest, happiest voice, "pop you". So ever since she thinks its so funny to say it to me and her daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She doesn't actually pop us, she just likes to say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lately Rylee has liked to be held like a baby, probably because I have been teaching her to hold babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mom will hold her like a baby and sing "Rock a bye baby" and Rylee loves it, she will let her hold her as long as she is singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well today Rylee was on the phone with my mom and my mom started singing it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Rylee, holds the phone like a baby and rocks it back and forth. I thought it was the cutest thing. When she saw how much attention I gave her for it she started hysterically laughing. She loves attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another BIG THING right now is... Bribery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mainly just have to bribe her to eat. It all started with those graduate meals with ravioli and a side of vegetables. Well she didn't seem to think that she had to eat the vegetables, just the ravioli. I told her that she couldn't have anymore until she ate the vegetables. And right away she did it. Now when we eat those, she eats every other bite a vegetable. She really seems to understand everytime I try to make a deal with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She doesn't particularly like her yo baby yogurt, so I tell her that she will get candy or a cookie when she eats it all, and she comes up and eats it, no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or I will tell her just one more bite and it will be gone gone. and she will say "gone gone?" and then eat it. I end up telling her this a few times. I'm sure soon she won't believe me anymore and I don't know what I will do then. But I always hold up my side of our deals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She loves to be Mommy's helper. When she brings her toys into the living room, once she's done playing with them, I will say, be mommy's helper please. And she says"box" like her toybox. She automatically knows what I am talking about and cleans up her toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When she walks into her room, if there are toys on the ground, she says "messy" and starts picking them up. I think I might be creating a neat freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But when her friend Lexie is over she always pulls out every last one of her toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't  know what shes trying to prove? If she's trying to show off all of her toys or if shes trying to show Lexie all the things they can play with or if she's just trying to be bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;POTTY! --- the past few months Rylee's potty has been sitting in the bathroom just waiting to get used. I haven't been pushing the issue with her because she is only 19 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well she used it 1 time when we first got the potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And yesterday right after her daddy went to school, she took her diaper off. (it's such a struggle to keep anything on her, clothes, shoes, socks, diaper!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I just let her keep it off, thinking she doesn't pee that much, I will probably put a diaper back on her before she goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well we were about to go into the kitchen and she just stops and says "tee tee". She peed on the floor. Well while I was running a bath for her, we were sitting in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill up, and she just willingly sits on her potty and pees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I clapped and cheered for her and she was sooo proud of herself. I don't know if I have ever seen her smile so big and she is always smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So today, she strips down again without saying a word and goes and sits in the dark bathroom and all of a sudden I hear the music to her potty (it goes off when it senses #1 or #2 in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I rush in there to see her getting off the potty saying "tee tee". I am so proud of her. She could have very well just left her diaper on, but she knew she should go in the potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well I came back into the living room and was on the computer and about 5 minutes later I hear the music again &amp;amp; she did it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She obviosly  knows this is where she is supposed to go. I am trying not to get my hopes up about it, I know that it  might not stick. But I am so proud of her. :] Words can't really explain how proud I am :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-18822676013012639?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/18822676013012639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-little-character.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/18822676013012639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/18822676013012639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-little-character.html' title='Such a little character!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-8641284899895684857</id><published>2009-12-02T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:43:53.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Months :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxahhJtXH-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/M0qr7BFLcsM/s1600-h/l_59d2b915ffd047f981c799c5cd4df178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410689593246162914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxahhJtXH-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/M0qr7BFLcsM/s320/l_59d2b915ffd047f981c799c5cd4df178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rylee is such a happy girl. She is always playing and making up games with her mommy and daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We even taught her to say "happy" and im pretty sure she understands the full meaning of it. We only say happy to her when she is laughing or smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now she will just randomly walk up to us and say happy and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She loves to talk on the phone. She is always bringing the phone to me and saying " nana" (my mom), so I have to call her for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She will talk to her for a little while and then hang up and bring the phone back to me, usually she doesn't realize that she hung up on her and wants me to call her back. She is also trying to be really pursuasive it seems like, when she says something that she wants she nods her head yes while saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like she knows she is gonna get it or something and she is so sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It is cute, but it can be a pain when I tell her no, because she was so sure she was gonna get it that it upsets her so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She tells us when she is hungry, which sometimes I feel like she can't be hungry that often. I wish I could tell when she was really hungry. Like if she had some kind of hunger meter that I could see. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But she tells me she's hungry and takes my hand and guides me to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She eats so much now that she is off the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Still not drinking any milk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My mom got her some chocolate soy milk and I try just putting the slightest amount in her cup of juice, just so she gets a little bit of milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Usually she will drink it as long as there isn't too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have been feeding her more macaroni and cheese and things like that to help her get more calcium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We have still been talking about "brother Aedyn" ofcourse, and how he will be here in 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know she has no idea how long that is. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We have been practicing how to hold a baby, and putting a baby doll to sleep in a crib and how we have to be quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She hasn't really gotten that part down, she will "shhh" and then say " nite nite baby" real loud. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Also I took her by myself to go visit Santa, I figured with all this extra - scaredness she's been going through lately that we should go visit him a couple times before we actually take her 2009 Santa pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Before it was our turn to go see Santa, Rylee was looking at him through the gate saying her version of Santa, Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had been showing her the picture from last year with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(different Santa this year btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And she seemed to be excited to see him, but as I expected the closer we got to him the more she wanted me to hold her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;By the time we were standing in front of him she had her head down on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was showing her that he had boots, because she is obsessed with her own boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I put her down to stand by him because I thought that would be the next step to sitting on his lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She immediately started crying and saying "up. up". He gave her a coloring book and she still didn't like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I didn't want to stay there forever trying to make her like him, there was a whole line full of people. So we left. I plan to take her back again on a day where Santa isn't very busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hopefully by the 3rd time she can go in her pretty dress and get pictures with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't want to give up the tradition of Santa pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-8641284899895684857?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8641284899895684857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/19-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/8641284899895684857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/8641284899895684857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/12/19-months.html' title='19 Months :]'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxahhJtXH-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/M0qr7BFLcsM/s72-c/l_59d2b915ffd047f981c799c5cd4df178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-1837948586923178079</id><published>2009-11-09T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:54:27.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SvhGsuk0riI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7NJXTSx1mAM/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402145487261576738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SvhGsuk0riI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7NJXTSx1mAM/s320/20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rylee had her 18 month doctor visit with Dr. Wiley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Her very nice doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When we got into the room and the nurse was measuring her Rylee flipped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She didn't want this stranger anywhere near her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And she definately didn't want to be on the little patient table by herself so daddy sat up there with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;While we waited on Dr. Wiley to come in we taught her to say "Dr. Ben".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But ofcourse when he actually came in she was scared of him and she didn't want to show him that she learned his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This was an even huger flip out! because he needed to check her hips and Rylee was fighting him the whole time screaming like someone was torchering her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Same thing happened when he tried to look in her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She is at a very scared age. He said its pretty normal at 18 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But Rylee is scared alot of the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Before Jake would make a monster sound and come play bite her, now when he does that Rylee runs to me and says "mean", she used to love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't know if all of this started because of Halloween and scary costumes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Also ever since I last blogged about Rylee still being on the bottle, I haven't given her one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She has been drinking out of a sippy cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Not  happily though. At first she wouldn't touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now she will, the only problem is that she will not drink milk out of it at all. Even if i put juice or chocolate milk in it, if she tastes a hint of milk she puts the cup down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Her doctor said that this happens alot when you switch from a bottle to a sippy cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He said to just try to feed her more cheese and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's really alot more pressure now to keep her healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have to make sure she's eating enough fruits and vegetables and now calcium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It was so much easier when all she needed was milk or formula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm still waiting for the day when she will drink milk out of her sippy cup!!!!&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/8151484039706280115-1837948586923178079?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1837948586923178079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/11/18-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/1837948586923178079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/1837948586923178079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/11/18-months.html' title='18 Months :]'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SvhGsuk0riI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7NJXTSx1mAM/s72-c/20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-4656624774112598595</id><published>2009-11-09T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:42:10.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee's 2nd Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SvhBRiMa9rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ptWsjLBu5bY/s1600-h/DSCF1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139522523395762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SvhBRiMa9rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ptWsjLBu5bY/s320/DSCF1220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My little BEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;From the time Rylee woke up on Halloween I started trying to teach her to say "Trick or Treat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She ofcourse didn't get why I was teaching her this yet, but she learned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We had so many places to go this year (very different from last year when she was only 5 months old.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;First we went to Jake's parents house. We rang their doorbell to trick or treat, but when Jake's mom opened the door Rylee just tried to walk in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She didn't understand standing outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jake's mom got her candy bowl and was picking out tons of things to give Rylee. But Rylee just kept grabbing out suckers, that was the only thing she wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We stayed at her house for an hour while Jake dressed up his brother, Austin like a hobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He had a painted on beard and messy hair - this really scared Rylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She knew it was Austin, she just didn't get why he looked like that, she wouldn't go near him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I knew early on in the night that she would be getting scared alot by scary costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When we were leaving their house Austin decided to come with us for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The next stop was Chase Meadows neighborhood to go trick or treating with Lexie but by the time we got there Lexie was leaving to go to another neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So we trick or treated at a few houses in the neighborhood including Amanda &amp;amp; Josh's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This was Rylee's first taste of trick or treating. While at these other houses she really didn't get why we were not staying to talk to people for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once she got her candy she didn't want to just leave. She would stand there talking to them and looking at them. It was really hard to get her to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She also thought she could take as much candy as she wanted. So it really wasn't good for the people that let you get your own candy, because Rylee took a ton of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And also at first, she didn't want to put her candy in her pumpkin (which I guess is understandable) she wanted to eat it already. And also she wanted her mommy to go with her and hold her hand every single time, she was very un sure about  going up to all these doors by herself. Shes at a very insecure age I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once we  left that  neighborhood we let Rylee eat a couple of pieces of candy in the car to keep her happy until we got to My mom &amp;amp; dad's  house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My mom was the same way with Rylee as Jake's mom, she wanted to fill Rylee's bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We didn't stay very long at my mom's house because at this point it was starting to get dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We trick or treated at 2 houses in my old neighborhood - just to people's houses that I knew my whole life &amp;amp; they were so happy to see Rylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We then went to our last stop that I was really excited about - it was to a neighborhood me &amp;amp; Jake had went to a few months back just to look at the beautiful million dollar houses. (Enclave) I knew this would be a great neighborhood because it had probably 100 houses and they were all so nice. I knew they would give out plenty of candy too haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was fun for me and Jake too just because every house we went up to we were admiring and talking about what we liked about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was nice too because alot of the people giving out candy were dressed up as witches or vampires. It was a whole different experience for Rylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;While she was scared of these vampires she saw that they had candy so she got over it pretty quick. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She started to get tired of walking, good thing we remembered to bring the stroller! we really needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;About half way through this neighborhood Lexie , Amanda, &amp;amp; Johnny came to trick or treat with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rylee is always really happy to see Lexie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We trick or treated for 3 hours total I think and by this time me &amp;amp; Rylee were wore out &amp;amp; we decided to call it a night. It was a great Halloween :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-4656624774112598595?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4656624774112598595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/11/rylees-2nd-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/4656624774112598595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-1956835217019337267</id><published>2009-10-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:23:43.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLID FOODS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SuhFzWfTCRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0ivBZqEKs60/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397640901916035346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SuhFzWfTCRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0ivBZqEKs60/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, about a week ago, Rylees friend, Lexie got a new sippy cup and it was alot like a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It gave me the idea to try it with Rylee, so I went out and bought her one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thinking I would be able to trick her into drinking it and thinking it was a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She knew right away it was a "Cup", I kept telling her, "no, it's a bottle", but she knew better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She kept correcting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I keep giving it to her with milk in it and she will not drink it consistantly like she does a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But when I put gatorade in it she drinks it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She just doesn't like milk enough to drink out of a cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She has been saying "hungry" alot more since all this started, so she is eating as much food as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Before when she was on a bottle, all she cared about was getting her food by a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im amazed by how much she can actually eat now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im not sure how much milk she actually needs at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Although I know it is bad for her teeth and I had actually already got her off of going to bed with a bottle before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I now give her a sippy cup of milk to keep while she goes to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That's the only way I can get some milk in her, because she is desperate for something to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And she knows she can either lay there and do nothing or drink her milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I will get her off of a night feeding once I can get her to drink milk in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday I even tried giving her 1 part milk and 3 parts gatorade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;she still didn't drink it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She's so picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;One thing I really like about it is before she constantly had a bottle in her hands, when I was trying to take pictures of her I couldn't pry it away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now she isn't attached to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think she's even almost forgotten about the "BABA", she hasn't said it herself in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I just wish this was a little easier or I wish I was seeing progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I want her to drink milk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-1956835217019337267?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1956835217019337267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/10/solid-foods.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-8287032437396765040</id><published>2009-10-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:49:23.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it day by day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SuGYOoMUdTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WrUzwn3NY4w/s1600-h/DSCF1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395761205641246002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SuGYOoMUdTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WrUzwn3NY4w/s320/DSCF1194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well. Rylee is just about a year and a half now and I still can't get her off the bottle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This has been by far the hardest thing to transition her off of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have tried just taking all the bottles away and only giving her a sippy cup but then she just cries and cries for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And it makes me feel awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It has made her start wanting more solid foods though, which is a plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But by the middle of the day she is in the worst mood ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have tried putting juice in her sippy cup and water in the bottle and she still picks the bottle and she totally does not like water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I think it is really just more of an attachment than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The other day I put sprite in the sippy cup and she drank it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But i worry about her getting enough milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And she definately doesnt care enough about milk to drink it from a sippy cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just dont understand why she wont take the cup. Every time she drinks out of it I clap for her and tell her how much of a big girl she is, which is how she has always learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was really stressing over the whole bottle thing for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just eventually started feeling like what is the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I mean, I dont want her to go to kindergarten with a bottle, but really its not the worst thing in the world that shes still on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So im not really trying to get her off of it anymore, but Jake complains to me about it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BLAH. Im with her the whole day. I think I will decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On to another subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We have been working on Rylee saying 2 words together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And about 2 weeks ago she started saying things like, "up, please" or "bites, please" - she knows if she says please, we will do what she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Because I really want her to learn manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She says please and thank you just about every time now, but who knows if she knows what she means or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Also if she wants something from the kitchen, she will grab my hand and say cmon please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Its so cute, but a little annoying. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Also, about a week ago, we found out that we are definately having a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And we think we have decided on the name Aedyn, and we taught it to Rylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So now when shes telling my belly she loves him, She says Aedyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think she is going to be a great big sissy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jake has been working on counting with her, She will say 1-2-3 in order like that, but as far as holding up her fingers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She will hold up 1 and say one, but she has a hard time holding up just 2 or 3 fingers, so she usually just holds up all her fingers for those numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A couple of days ago we carved pumpkins with Amanda and Johnny and ofcourse Lexie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rylee and Lexie were more into going up the stairs together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But Rylee got a little involved in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She kept saying Punkin Punkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We let her color on the front of the pumpkin, and Jake carved out as close to what she drew as he could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We knew it wouldnt be perfect, but I really wanted it to be for Rylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We also got Aedyn a little baby pumpkin and I drew a little face on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was a fun family experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-8287032437396765040?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8287032437396765040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-it-day-by-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/8287032437396765040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/8287032437396765040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-it-day-by-day.html' title='Taking it day by day'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SuGYOoMUdTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WrUzwn3NY4w/s72-c/DSCF1194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-3584470143889032917</id><published>2009-09-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:32:08.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee. Rylee. Rylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It seems like she changes more and more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She knows words and names that nobody taught her knowingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She picks things up really quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She knows all of her body parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And she has got them down really good. Before she would mess up, not so much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She knows her hair, eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, tongue,  ears, ninnys, belly button, knees, feet, toes, and hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She knows what get dressed means and take your clothes off and shoes and pretty much anything you say she understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She understands the meaning of no now, If you ask her if you can hold her, she will either put her arms up to you or she will say NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its so funny to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also, when Lexie is doing something shes not supposed to she will say Lexie, NO! - but that is really the only 2 words she will put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When we have food she wants, she says please, but we have been working with her to get her to say bites please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it's not working yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know if she is supposed to be putting words together by now or not but I feel like she could if she really tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She loves the baby in mommys belly now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We will just be laying on the couch and she will say BABY!BABY!BABY! and she kisses the baby, and rubs the baby, just yesterday Jake was feeling the baby kick and she put her hands on my belly. Trying to be like her daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wish she could have realized that she was feeling the baby kick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also she loves to give the baby her baba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everything she does is sooo cute to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We got her halloween costume the other day. She is going to be a bee :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cant wait to get her out trick or treating, this will be her first year doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last year she was still little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I think shes ready this year :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-3584470143889032917?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3584470143889032917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/09/rylee-rylee-rylee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3584470143889032917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3584470143889032917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/09/rylee-rylee-rylee.html' title='Rylee. Rylee. Rylee'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-7440351383289225672</id><published>2009-09-11T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:02:42.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POTTY TIME!</title><content type='html'>The other day Rylee got a big girl potty.&lt;br /&gt;So I kept trying to just take her with me when I went to the bathroom, and she would sit on the potty and say No.&lt;br /&gt;And just get up.&lt;br /&gt;So I took her diaper off and let her run around naked.&lt;br /&gt;I told her to tell me when she needs to "Tee-Tee".&lt;br /&gt;But she always just tells me as she is going.&lt;br /&gt;But the the good thing is that if I see her peeing on the ground I just say No!.&lt;br /&gt;And she quits, and we go to the potty and sometimes she won't go still.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be another 5 minutes before she needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;She tee-teed on the potty one time the first day and the potty sings a song when she does and she feels so proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;It is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;It's very frustrating for me though because she only tells me when she's going.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that she would just go to the potty when she needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;She definately knows what it's for.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still early, she's only 16 months. Most babies aren't even attempting this yet.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I just have to be patient and let her learn on her own time.&lt;br /&gt;But we will be practicing every day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-7440351383289225672?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7440351383289225672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/7440351383289225672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/7440351383289225672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-time.html' title='POTTY TIME!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-623129734357045989</id><published>2009-09-08T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:51:25.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today she did the cutest thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Today while I was vacuuming Rylee fell down and put her arm up for me to help her stand back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;About 5 minutes later she fell again and reached up for me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She realized that everytime she fell she was going to be helped back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So as I vacuumed I noticed her following me and just getting in front of me and falling to her knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She just waited around for me to help her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This time I didn't do it because I knew she was playing a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So she just kept on falling on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It was rediculously funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She is too smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Also a big milestone - We bought her a toddler bed the other night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the first night we put her in it and she went straight to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She adapted well to it really quick, I really thought that she would want her crib more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;At nap times she usually gets out of bed at first to play with toys, and then gets back in bed and falls asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Its perfect for her because if you tell her to go get in her bed , she climbs right into bed and lays down with her teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now if only getting her off the bottle was that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Next thing is potty training, I want to have her out of diapers by the time the baby is born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-623129734357045989?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/623129734357045989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-she-did-cutest-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/623129734357045989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/623129734357045989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-she-did-cutest-thing.html' title='Today she did the cutest thing.'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-6601569487861752650</id><published>2009-06-17T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:51:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Someone slept in her own room for the first time last night (june 17, 2009).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know that sounds crazy, shes over a year &amp;amp; just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But she started off in our bed &amp;amp; we got her to sleep in her own crib a few months ago &amp;amp; I figured with the second baby coming I need to get her adjusted to sleeping in her own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because I couldn't really have her in the same room as her sissy or brother waking her up every 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We plan on getting a pack n play with the bassinet on top for the 2nd baby. We aren't making the same mistake twice with the bed. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was really hard last night though, I didn't go to sleep for hours even though i was sooo tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was just sitting up listening to the monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; i was hearing the Ac in it so i had to go turn that off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was just scared that i wouldn't hear her cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her daddy was fast asleep though about 2 seconds after he hit the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hes working so much, hes only home for 1 hour that rylee is awake a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hes making good money so for now its worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He kept waking up to tell me to go to sleep and that i was crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But its just very hard for me, because Im with her every second of every day and i worry about her constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me and her are sooooo attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And i was really worried how she would be not being able to see us when she wakes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because shes been so fussy lately because of a diaper rash that keeps coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have taken her to the dr twice and he says shes getting too much protein and calcium and yeast and to cut down on the bottles to 3 milks 1 juice and the rest water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And i did and it still wont go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But i gave her some tylenol to help her sleep through the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ALL IN ALL it was a success. maybe tonight i will actually get some sleep though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope we can keep this up everytime though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love my kidssss :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-6601569487861752650?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6601569487861752650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6601569487861752650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6601569487861752650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-girl.html' title='Big Girl!!!!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-6570157372953243870</id><published>2009-06-09T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:12:33.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well... well... well... On June 7th we found out that Rylee is a big sissy :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We are so excited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I keep trying to tell her that there is a baby &amp;amp; i point to my belly, but she just doesn't get it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;She just says button when I do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I hope she gets it before the baby comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Which should be early February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But I am alot more scared this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Rylee I don't think I ever worried about losing the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But this time I am, I'm like scared to tell people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have only told close family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I think it is because I have seen my cousin lose 2 babies now &amp;amp; that is after she had her 1st-Aralynn [who was born the same week as Rylee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I kindof just thought before once you've had one baby there would never be any problems having others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's just scary &amp;amp; I hope this worry doesn't come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&amp;amp; Dr Patel can't even see me for 3 weeks! Im ready to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So she can tell me that Im pregnant &amp;amp; maybe get my 1st ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I love being pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My motherly instincts tell me that it's another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But we will see because I thought Rylee was a boy. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm just so excited!&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/8151484039706280115-6570157372953243870?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6570157372953243870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6570157372953243870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6570157372953243870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again :]'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-3955896854861060622</id><published>2009-06-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:15:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY IS A WHOLE YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SifM7gw202I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kQw5ik_JNjo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343464805677585250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SifM7gw202I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kQw5ik_JNjo/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did the time go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had 2 birthday parties this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her first one was a family party, but jakes parents didnt show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it was just my family :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the second one was a cpl wks later &amp;amp; only a few friends came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i decided that next year i wont do a friends party, i want it to be more about family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess which big girl started sleeping in her crib!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i have said it before, but its been going on since she turned 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doesnt even cry when i put her in there anymore, she just goes right to sleep almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the crib is in her mommy &amp;amp; daddys room, im not ready for her to go to her own room yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that.... she has started adding more words to her vocabulary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can say well- MOMMY, DADDY,BOO, EYES, HI, HEY, HELLO, BYE, BABY, BITES, BATH, BABA, MUAH, BUTTON, OWIE, KITTY, THANK YOU, TRAY, NITE NITE, NINNY, {head} BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i might have forgotten some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its cute too because, when you say "tray" she knows that means the tray to her walker, where i put her snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she runs right to it without even thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; "owie" means... well she will pinch you &amp;amp; give you an owie and if you say owie or cry she will give you a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now she has started giving herself owies and kissing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know how her brain comes up with all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she loves to talk &amp;amp; it seems like everyday shes repeating us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its great, like i dont really think of her that much as a baby any more , shes like a lil lil lil person. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now we've got to start thinking about who we let her be around, because alot of people we know cuss, or maybe we could just ask them not to cuss around Rylee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i would hate it if she repeated something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month we switched Rylee from whole milk to soy milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out that it has the same amount of calcium and protein as cows milk but its just alot better for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she adjusted really well, really quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My reasons for switching were mainly because i found out that it was just as good for her if not better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but also she was going through like 5 gallons a month of cows milk &amp;amp; as everyone i know knows that i am a vegetarian &amp;amp; if i can in any way cut down on dairy i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i read an article that really showed me something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it said that with every glass of milk there is a side of veil becuase that milk was made for that baby cow, but instead they took the milk &amp;amp; the cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i really think of Rylee as alot more innocent and sweet because she is for the most part vegan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she already loves animals, i hope that is something we can have in common while she grows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive decided for her 2nd birthday party we are going to do it at Mckamey animal shelter &amp;amp; adoption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I volunteer there and i found out that they do birthday parties and they will bring out dogs for them to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think she will really enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we took Rylee to Chester Frost park for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The water was really cold and at first she hated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wouldnt even let her daddy hold her in the water, she only wanted her mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventually she started getting over it and had some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went with amanda, johnny, and lexie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait till rylee and lexie can actually play together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They still dont even seem to care too much when they are around eachother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something not so good this month is the day after chester frost her eye was all gunky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So throughout the day it got swollen so i took her to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said that she has a left ear infection &amp;amp; a double eye infection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After i took her home i noticed her pulling on her left ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she was just crying non stop, I even gave her the phone and she threw it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing could make her better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the i pulled out some soy ice cream and she was happy after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she loved it and she doesnt normally like cold stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it was really good though 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-3955896854861060622?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3955896854861060622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-is-whole-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3955896854861060622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3955896854861060622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-is-whole-year.html' title='MY BABY IS A WHOLE YEAR!'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SifM7gw202I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kQw5ik_JNjo/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-3365609059971887432</id><published>2009-04-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:38:07.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SeJoF7-925I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iivgTMsYLg4/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323932160715774866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SeJoF7-925I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iivgTMsYLg4/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Running Outside!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can never get a clear picture of her anymore because shes always running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This month she finally learned the word "baby".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And she has been saying it almost constantly ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We went to an easter egg hunt at my church on april 11th &amp;amp; there was a newborn baby there &amp;amp; all of a sudden she started pointing at her &amp;amp; saying BABY! BABY! BABY!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She lovvvvvves other babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She also has become obsessed with her baby doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She hands her to me &amp;amp; says baby! and I rock the baby &amp;amp; hug her &amp;amp; then I hand her the babydoll back and she copies what I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I just told her to give the "baba" [bottle] to the  baby &amp;amp; she did, she fed her baby doll. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think this is a good opportunity to start getting her prepared for a little brother or sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Because me &amp;amp; jake are trying for another one :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I think by the time the new baby is born Rylee will be pretty well adjusted to me holding another baby &amp;amp; hopefully she won't be too jealous :].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rylee also just recently learned to bounce a ball. She got a bouncy ball in her easter basket &amp;amp; so her daddy taught her how :] Its so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also Im realizing that Rylee is really a very good baby - I mean I never thought she was bad or anything but she is getting more well behaved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; its great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I see other babies who they do something &amp;amp; their mom tells them no &amp;amp; the baby just laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But when I tell Rylee no, she stops immediately &amp;amp; drops what she is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think she will grow up to be a great kid, instead of some crazy ones we have living in our apartment complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;---BUT she still sleeps with her mommy &amp;amp; daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont think I will ever be able to break it. She is wayy too attached now. &amp;amp; the books say that she is able to be insecure now &amp;amp; that is why she wants to be with me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont want to make her more insecure by having her cry herself to sleep in a place she doesnt wanna b [her crib].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So my master plan is to wait until she is like 3ish &amp;amp; she can understand me really well &amp;amp; Im gonna bribe her. haha. Think it will work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I atleast know now to never let another baby sleep with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next baby is going in the crib for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OOOOO &amp;amp; my camera broke!!! so i dnt know how i am gonna live without one until we can get another one! I guess I will have to borrow my dads....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-3365609059971887432?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3365609059971887432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3365609059971887432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3365609059971887432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-months.html' title='11 Months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SeJoF7-925I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iivgTMsYLg4/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-386668486886373798</id><published>2009-04-01T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:21:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODu1Zf8lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iX6JmYt1jlQ/s1600-h/uhm014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740425485939282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODu1Zf8lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iX6JmYt1jlQ/s320/uhm014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODnjJRsaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yvj-wAWMPZ8/s1600-h/uhm+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740300326973858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODnjJRsaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Yvj-wAWMPZ8/s320/uhm+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODi0i8q0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0NN08oRWeck/s1600-h/uhm009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740219098704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODi0i8q0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0NN08oRWeck/s320/uhm009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This month Rylee has changed sooooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;All of a sudden she quit needing us so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She got walking down perfectly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And before she used to need something to help her stand up. but this month she learned to get up pushing off the floor with her hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We're so proud of her.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Walking at 10 months!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We decided that now that she can walk that maybe we could take her in the little playground inside of Northgate mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There were like 4 different tunnels she crawled under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She really didn't even feel the need to be around her mommy and daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She's not as needy anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She started chasing some big kids. And she was keeping up. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And then there was a tree slide, she started climbing up the steps all by herself. BUT when she got to the slide part she got scared and turned around and went back down the stairs. It was cute, shes pretty smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Something funny that happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;By the end of 10 months, she never wanted to crawl at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So when she would go through the tunnels she would try to stand up and go through them. but that way she was  too tall. it was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And we showed her her belly button and ever since she always looks down at it nd says her lil version of "belly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She says BITES perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And now she says BATH and DADDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and ofcourse HI and BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now she takes 1 nap a day usually lasting an hr and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and then sleeps around 10 hours at night with less waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Still sleeping with mommy &amp;amp; daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;but we are getting a king sized bed instead of a queen. so soon there will be enough room!!!!  :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;----I LOVE MY LIL FAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-386668486886373798?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/386668486886373798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/386668486886373798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/386668486886373798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-months.html' title='10 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SdODu1Zf8lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iX6JmYt1jlQ/s72-c/uhm014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-5784119282358743769</id><published>2009-03-06T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:07:13.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SbHE_4VrWfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P4sctmRgmYk/s1600-h/more+new+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310242037380635122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SbHE_4VrWfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P4sctmRgmYk/s320/more+new+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SbHE2TxyqRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lx4qohK0bTA/s1600-h/more+new+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310241872947620114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SbHE2TxyqRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lx4qohK0bTA/s320/more+new+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;18 pounds, 4 ounces, 30 1/8 inches long and 95 percentile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This month we went to Vandergriff park &amp;amp; Coolidge park alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy have tried to get me out alot on the pretty days :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More &amp;amp; more every day, Rylee is getting more brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before she would only walk with us holding her hands, &amp;amp; then it turned into cruising &amp;amp; then she would start walking by herself only if it is only a short distance, if it were long she would just crawl. But towards the end of the month she is really showing independance, she wants to walk all on her own and she can walk about a room's distance before falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One of her main problems with walking is that she gets really excited at the end and falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;A BIG THING THIS MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rylee had her 1st trip to the emergency room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2/20/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The day started with her throwing up early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We weren't too worried because this had happened a couple of months ago and it just got better on it's own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we did nothing, went about our day, but after the 3rd time she threw up for no reason, we called the dr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They said that if it keeps up then to give her pedialyte, and if she doesn't keep that down then to take her to the ER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; if you didn't get it by now, she didn't keep it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The doctor there pretty much said it was ROTOVIRUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He didn't ask too many ?S and neither did we because it was like midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so the next day we looked it up online and it didn't sound right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She was only throwing up when she drank formula, so I started thinking that maybe she was becoming lactos intolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never really got an answer on that one. but her doctor Wiley have her a really easy to digest formula and shes been fine since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But this was a big big scare for us, I have never felt so bad for her. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8151484039706280115-5784119282358743769?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5784119282358743769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5784119282358743769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5784119282358743769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SbHE_4VrWfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P4sctmRgmYk/s72-c/more+new+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-6128231962886726854</id><published>2009-02-08T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:24:55.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DaDbtJvI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGLMiowW3ow/s1600-h/morenew017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459032571356914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DaDbtJvI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGLMiowW3ow/s320/morenew017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DTfoHm2I/AAAAAAAAADo/_zSBL_kmbiQ/s1600-h/morenew004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300458919880530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DTfoHm2I/AAAAAAAAADo/_zSBL_kmbiQ/s320/morenew004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DJv8hhHI/AAAAAAAAADg/U8q0InPMmBw/s1600-h/cl004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300458752462390386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DJv8hhHI/AAAAAAAAADg/U8q0InPMmBw/s320/cl004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This month we didn't get to find out her weight or height. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It seems like she grew up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOW, well she is standing up by herself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better now. She is working on her balance. My friend told me that her baby did that for a couple weeks and then all of a sudden started walking, so I am excited for that. :]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She started watching us on the phone talking, -which she has always had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascination with phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But this month she started putting her hand to her ear &amp;amp; saying "hi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It is soooo cute, she does the sweetest things now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And she gets cuter with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I also caught her flushing the toilet. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I am actually really surprised by how much she does and says at only 8 months. I never thought that she would be doing so much so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She actually got onto the couch by herself at about 8 1/2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This month mommy &amp;amp; daddy finally got the guts to get Rylee's ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She was much braver than we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Daddy was pacing and was so nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I was literally feeling like i was going to faint. I think I almost cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;We both felt bad because she didn't even know any thing was going to happen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I held her while she got it done. The women there &amp;amp; daddy were in front of her making all kinds of funny  noises just to keep her attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And then once they did the first ear, , we were both mad because the old lady got the gun stuck to her ear so her ear was being pulled .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I could hear the pain in her cry so I felt so bad for her and she was looking to me for comfort. I really just wanted to quit and just have one ear done. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She really cried after they did the second one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She cried for about a minute and then drank a bottle and was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And she hasn;t acted like it botherd her since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shes so cute with her pink earrings :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I really wish we had gotten them pierced earlier on because at this age she is so alert and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It would have been easier if she was a small baby who was asleep or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8151484039706280115-6128231962886726854?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6128231962886726854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6128231962886726854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/6128231962886726854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-months.html' title='8 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8DaDbtJvI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGLMiowW3ow/s72-c/morenew017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-2814211699633643912</id><published>2009-02-08T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:11:36.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8BlxXd2fI/AAAAAAAAADY/f0NrCbD-4x8/s1600-h/l_8a94fa3bf9bb4c71bbc22cdebfc26e8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457034856913394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8BlxXd2fI/AAAAAAAAADY/f0NrCbD-4x8/s320/l_8a94fa3bf9bb4c71bbc22cdebfc26e8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY7_LQtAM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kTDVssSSFXA/s1600-h/christmas08025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300454380389020578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY7_LQtAM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kTDVssSSFXA/s320/christmas08025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY7-2UuomsI/AAAAAAAAADI/qVOE0k0f6Gc/s1600-h/WORKKKKON008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300454020692351682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY7-2UuomsI/AAAAAAAAADI/qVOE0k0f6Gc/s320/WORKKKKON008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY7-grAG57I/AAAAAAAAADA/rQAuAjiKf3k/s1600-h/newww009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453648714098610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY7-grAG57I/AAAAAAAAADA/rQAuAjiKf3k/s320/newww009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18 pounds &amp;amp; 2 ounces. 29 1/4 inches long. 95 percentile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was a big month, Rylee started traditionally crawling,=before she would just scoot herself around. She also started pulling herself up to things; the couch, table etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shortly after that she started "cruising" , or using the couch or walls to help her walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It won't be long until she starts walking.-She really wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;BABYS FIRST CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She had so much fun on this day. She had probably around 50 new toys to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She took about 3 naps that day, which is very abnormal for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She wore herself out playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We spent the first half of the day at Nana &amp;amp; Pappaw's house [My parents house],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; the other half at her daddy's parents house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She got soooo much attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She also had her first taste of Birthday cake :]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;on mommy &amp;amp; daddys birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-which ofcourse she LOVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8151484039706280115-2814211699633643912?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2814211699633643912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2814211699633643912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/2814211699633643912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-months.html' title='7 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SY8BlxXd2fI/AAAAAAAAADY/f0NrCbD-4x8/s72-c/l_8a94fa3bf9bb4c71bbc22cdebfc26e8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-7916641497724570990</id><published>2008-12-20T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:13:49.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SU16pWEEm_I/AAAAAAAAACg/7OPU1UF8NrY/s1600-h/rylee6months027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282012788691344370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SU16pWEEm_I/AAAAAAAAACg/7OPU1UF8NrY/s320/rylee6months027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SU16kIkLUvI/AAAAAAAAACY/fedJiquFn-4/s1600-h/rylee6months016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282012699168559858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SU16kIkLUvI/AAAAAAAAACY/fedJiquFn-4/s320/rylee6months016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now weighing...16 pounds and 13 ounces. And 17 1/2 inches long.-95th percentile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are working on standing and walking a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is scooting all over the apartment, you turn away for one minute and she is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is scary that she is so mobile. But cute at the same time. And sad too, because she is growing sooo fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know that before I know it she will be starting kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By this time I have 2 teeth on bottom :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She eats just about everything mommy and daddy does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She celebrated her first Thanksgiving this month.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rylee is sleeping so much less in the day. 3-4 naps a day and about 9 hours at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Drinking about 12 ounces of formula through out the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-7916641497724570990?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7916641497724570990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/7916641497724570990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/7916641497724570990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SU16pWEEm_I/AAAAAAAAACg/7OPU1UF8NrY/s72-c/rylee6months027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-1663653205503566998</id><published>2008-12-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:50:47.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxNFU2JJkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zyTuWRWwKD8/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281681216889235010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxNFU2JJkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zyTuWRWwKD8/s320/HALLOWEEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxMzUk4wCI/AAAAAAAAACI/ee3JC2JmuBQ/s1600-h/1008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281680907579211810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxMzUk4wCI/AAAAAAAAACI/ee3JC2JmuBQ/s320/1008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15 pounds and 27 inches. She is in the 75th percentile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This month was verrrry rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She began teething, eating Graduates biter cookies helped break the teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She didn't really respond well to cold teether rings or anything like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She became a veerrrry fussy baby because of her teeth, poor baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also started eating graduates puffs at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some babies at this time would choke on them because she couldn't chew them with teeth because she didn't have any yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But she was pretty smart about it, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She would let it dissolve a little and then gum it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Her first tooth appeared on October 26th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think she thinks more than alot of babies. She will be a smart when she's older Im sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She also had her first stumach bug this month on October 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She woke up in the morning throwing up massive amounts for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This happened about three times and then not again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Her doctor said that it could be completely normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Rylee also learned to clap her hands on October 15th :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Which is sooo adorable. It has been since one of her favorite things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;She is such a cutie, and a lil sponge, she attempts to copy just about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8151484039706280115-1663653205503566998?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1663653205503566998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/1663653205503566998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/1663653205503566998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxNFU2JJkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zyTuWRWwKD8/s72-c/HALLOWEEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-3039007684147255274</id><published>2008-12-19T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:36:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxI6edQjzI/AAAAAAAAACA/vtCeT3YjE_A/s1600-h/rylee+goo2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281676632444145458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxI6edQjzI/AAAAAAAAACA/vtCeT3YjE_A/s320/rylee+goo2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14.12 pounds...and 26 inches long :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My GOOBY BEAR- [that nickname has come a long way. ... it started right around this time when she would babble saying "GOO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we decided to call her GOO, then GOO bear, now GOOBY BEAR :].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We think its cute... and she probably thinks its her name. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is discovering chocolate and baby foods and tastes of mommy and daddys food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LIKE A BIG GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8151484039706280115-3039007684147255274?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3039007684147255274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3039007684147255274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/3039007684147255274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUxI6edQjzI/AAAAAAAAACA/vtCeT3YjE_A/s72-c/rylee+goo2+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-8023330712212956153</id><published>2008-12-19T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:52:43.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvBnTZBXYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NvikGwo9wEI/s1600-h/l_ec28582306c4e807105676697ae6bb81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281527868986318210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvBnTZBXYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NvikGwo9wEI/s320/l_ec28582306c4e807105676697ae6bb81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvAX8WT2wI/AAAAAAAAABw/okBWsafyW90/s1600-h/newwest+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281526505591266050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvAX8WT2wI/AAAAAAAAABw/okBWsafyW90/s320/newwest+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvAOhBLIqI/AAAAAAAAABo/6ROfX-9Pqvw/s1600-h/newwest+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281526343636034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvAOhBLIqI/AAAAAAAAABo/6ROfX-9Pqvw/s320/newwest+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now weighing 12 pounds...&lt;/span&gt;She has almost doubled her birth weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She found her feet this month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the month that she had her first baby foods [green beans] &amp;amp; she hated it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now waking up usually once or twice a night only for her passy to be put back in her mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now taking much less day time naps/ it seams like all of a sudden at three months she grew up alot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the first month that she slept through the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also a big month because it was the time she laughed for the first time :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8151484039706280115-8023330712212956153?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8023330712212956153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/8023330712212956153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/8023330712212956153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUvBnTZBXYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NvikGwo9wEI/s72-c/l_ec28582306c4e807105676697ae6bb81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-9169364572585695126</id><published>2008-12-18T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:47:32.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUsYH6B0U6I/AAAAAAAAABI/lBBQmWYdZsk/s1600-h/new018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281341512137069474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUsYH6B0U6I/AAAAAAAAABI/lBBQmWYdZsk/s320/new018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another month passed, now weighing--10.15 pounds and measuring 23 inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now sitting with help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Trying out baby cereals and not really going for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SO alert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We started thinking about a schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So at this time we cut down the amount of naps during the day and she is sleeping alot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Still waking up every 3 or 4 hours at night though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;SHE IS MY EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-9169364572585695126?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/9169364572585695126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/9169364572585695126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/9169364572585695126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUsYH6B0U6I/AAAAAAAAABI/lBBQmWYdZsk/s72-c/new018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-17730382870580762</id><published>2008-12-18T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:53:46.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUsU2d1KxcI/AAAAAAAAABA/5B5mHUDHZeY/s1600-h/l_2a11fbc200bf04f8f81c54b39b0e9fb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281337913975162306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUsU2d1KxcI/AAAAAAAAABA/5B5mHUDHZeY/s320/l_2a11fbc200bf04f8f81c54b39b0e9fb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am going to try to remember everything I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a great baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At a month Rylee was ofcourse still sleeping all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A little more alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had her first real smile at about 3-4 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She also rolled completely over at 1 and a half month. on June23rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She hated being on her --&gt;belly&lt;-- ; which when she was born she ABSOLUTELY loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still waking up about every 3 hours at night for a bottle or passy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She slept in a sleep positioner in our bed at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The months pass soooo fast!&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/8151484039706280115-17730382870580762?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/17730382870580762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/17730382870580762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/17730382870580762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-month.html' title='1 month'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUsU2d1KxcI/AAAAAAAAABA/5B5mHUDHZeY/s72-c/l_2a11fbc200bf04f8f81c54b39b0e9fb5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151484039706280115.post-5870046816673487202</id><published>2008-12-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:35:21.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUpuJ23LrAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1FWm4J3Zd4Y/s1600-h/l_7c826e5dc91ea069bfdd660ef2781c02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281154628670172162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUpuJ23LrAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1FWm4J3Zd4Y/s320/l_7c826e5dc91ea069bfdd660ef2781c02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6 pounds, 10 ounces, 20 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May 5th, 2008 @ 12:54 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;You are by FAR the best thing that has ever happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well. let's see, My whole pregnancy I was completely set on breastfeeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But it really wasn't as easy as I expected it to be. And I gave up way too easy. After a week of supplementing with formula, I quit breastfeeding all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She was a great great baby, only cried when it was really necessary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She also had a ton of light brown hair. Everyone said that she looks just like her daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She came home to my parents' house. And she had her 2 puppies waiting to meet her. [[CHLOE &amp;amp; GUY]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151484039706280115-5870046816673487202?l=ryleenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5870046816673487202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5870046816673487202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151484039706280115/posts/default/5870046816673487202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryleenicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Rylee &amp;amp; Aedyn&amp;#39;s Mommy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071445471389141488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SxapHjFTLoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ohp7DTzS5s8/S220/l_c7246fcbf71a49328b72526906130950.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoGroYdSrVg/SUpuJ23LrAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1FWm4J3Zd4Y/s72-c/l_7c826e5dc91ea069bfdd660ef2781c02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
