<?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-7725696540795037499</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:22:48.607-07:00</updated><category term='Naps'/><category term='Off Topic'/><category term='Jackson TV'/><category term='Rewards'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Baby Mama'/><category term='LLBWCD'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='Shoutouts'/><category term='Mysteries'/><category term='Events'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>A commentary on the weeks and days we spend with our little man Jackson. Also where we feel honesty is the best policy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2135940993109291212</id><published>2011-09-14T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:20:44.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Failure</title><content type='html'>I'm a blogging failure. It's been 11 months since I last posted. 11! Jackson is already driving and applying to colleges! Okay, he's not. He is sort of riding a tricycle and can draw letters accidentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now 3. If you follow me on here, chances are you also are my Facebook friend and you are seeing him grow up on there. I wish I could do justice to how cute he is and how proud he makes us. He is a very compassionate little boy. He is as coordinated as his mother was (or is)...in that he trips and falls almost hourly. He's making observations about things that I can't believe he notices. He perpetually believes his birthday is this Monday. It's not. But it was on a Monday this year. I believe this is why he thinks that is always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson gets to attend sporting events all the time. Because A) Mommy gets tickets for free and B) Mommy and Daddy like going to sports. He doesn't care about the sport. He cares about the band at CU events and the fountains at the Rockies. We haven't branched out to the others yet as they are out of our budget, but I'm sure it will be about anything other than the games themselves when we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads more cute stories to share, but I don't have time. But I'll be back sooner than 11 months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2135940993109291212?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2135940993109291212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2135940993109291212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2135940993109291212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2135940993109291212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogging-failure.html' title='Blogging Failure'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-3837426677868968206</id><published>2010-10-14T23:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:31:05.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darnedest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/TLfnC4ZIriI/AAAAAAAAc0s/0665So5Fz9I/s1600/Linday,+Buffy,+Baby+Jackson+5-26-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/TLfnC4ZIriI/AAAAAAAAc0s/0665So5Fz9I/s320/Linday,+Buffy,+Baby+Jackson+5-26-08+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141104304139810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/TLfmoZ7jpAI/AAAAAAAAc0c/3-FcxyvOdrE/s1600/buffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/TLfmoZ7jpAI/AAAAAAAAc0c/3-FcxyvOdrE/s320/buffy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528140649450415106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Jason is hanging with his parents and I'm home with Jackson and several friends from college and we are going to run different versions of the Denver Rock and Roll Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing for his departure isn't great, as I got some sad news tonight. My parents' dog Buffy has cancer, and doesn't have real long to go. Buffy is a fantastic dog...wicked smart, super friendly, I can't even tell you how great she is with Jackson and has been since the first time he visited her when he was just about four weeks old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad emailed my brother and I to tell us the news, and I was home with Jackson waiting for friends to arrive. So we're sitting on Jason and I's bed watching Thomas or Kipper or something, and I'm crying a little because I'm sad (I freaking love that dog). And Jackson turns to me and says, "Mommy, no cryin." And I say, oh yeah sorry buddy, I'll get it together. So he stands up on the bed and puts his arms out and says, "Hug" and sort of throws his arms around me and it of course made me feel better. So I say, thank you honey, and he sits down and gets under the covers and says, "Fixed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we're going to do when we take him to visit Grandma and Opa and Buffy isn't there and he asks for her. He won't understand anything, but when he walks in and the first thing he says is, "Where's Buffy," I think it will be a stomach punch for everyone. But at least Jackson will be there to fix it. Keep Buffy and my dad in your thoughts and send them good vibes as it will be a tough few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-3837426677868968206?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3837426677868968206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=3837426677868968206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3837426677868968206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3837426677868968206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-say-darnedest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darnedest Things'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/TLfnC4ZIriI/AAAAAAAAc0s/0665So5Fz9I/s72-c/Linday,+Buffy,+Baby+Jackson+5-26-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7129434879094105987</id><published>2010-08-22T13:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:25:34.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted, and we've seen some really great things with the wee man. Yesterday he joined me and my parents and some friends for a race in Copper Mountain, and my parents got a long term look at how amazing his vocabulary is. He's been using lots of words for a long time, but now he speaks in complete sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy got dirty in the mud," he informed his father today when he got up of my shenanigans at the Warrior Dash. It was awesome. He remembers how we spend our time, what things he learns and easily recalls all the details. He still calls strawberries "sabios" and as far as I'm concerned he can do it as long as he wants. It's adorable. He is a very sweet, very smart and very lovey little guy. He warms up to strangers pretty fast. His new favorite thing to play with is puzzles. "That goes right there" is a common phrase at puzzle time. Dora the Explorer is a favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's two years and three months old...almost four months. He hasn't shown much interest in the potty, but the last few days he wants to sit on it so we might jump on that bandwagon. The pull up pants are ready to roll if we think he wants to jump in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7129434879094105987?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7129434879094105987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7129434879094105987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7129434879094105987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7129434879094105987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4186889480023805810</id><published>2010-04-29T08:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:59:18.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rewards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Reflections of, the Way Life Used to Be</title><content type='html'>So we're approaching Jackson's second birthday in a couple of days. It's been an interesting couple of weeks as my friend Kami is at BCH on bed rest while she awaits the arrival of her twins hopefully not for five or so more weeks. So I visit when I can, and her room is just three doors down from where we had Jackson almost two years ago. So I've been experiencing some serious de ja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and looked at my blog entries from two years ago at this time and it's amazing to me how different life is now, and how remarkably funny I was back then (kidding). Jason and I will sometimes reflect on life before Jackson came along and how basically we did absolutely nothing. Sure, Jason finished the basement, we played some sports, went to work, etc. But honestly...we did nothing. We had to have. Because there's no way we were doing anything before this because now we have no time because we are parenting. Life was carefree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we had to be careful about what I was eating and what we were doing but at the end of the day, we would go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning and the only people we had to worry about were each other. And since we were both grown ups, Jason could roll out of bed, get a shower, get dressed and go. I could get up and do the same, and we didn't have to synchronize our watches and discuss our plan of action. Now everything is a plan, everything is a conversation. No decisions are made without determining what the plan is with Jackson and how our decisions and plans affect what needs to happen with him. It's something that you can't really understand until you're doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's all these new responsibilities that at times feel inconvenient and cumbersome, but then there's all these new experiences that light you up.  This morning I was getting Jackson dressed after breakfast and I gave him a high five for doing a good job.  So he hops down off my lap and dashes into the kitchen and says, "Daddy! Five!"  That seems like such an insignificant little thing, but what Jason and I know is that Jackson is now using our names to get our attention to do things that he would like to do. Daddy, befast (that's breakfast for those of you who don't speak Jacksonese). Mommy, bath. Mommy, out (of crib please). Daddy, sit down!  Before it was all grunts and one word stuff, and now, it's Mommy, more meat please. Kids are cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4186889480023805810?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4186889480023805810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4186889480023805810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4186889480023805810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4186889480023805810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/04/reflections-of-way-life-used-to-be.html' title='Reflections of, the Way Life Used to Be'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8072334985412518219</id><published>2010-03-12T10:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:46:50.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Around</title><content type='html'>Last week Jackson really started to put things together and speak in concepts. As opposed to just up, all done, mommy and daddy. I went in to get him out of his crib one morning and he goes, "Fan, fan. Run around, run around." and made a gesture with his arm and hand of something going around and around. He says things like more please as opposed to more or please. He can say Thank You Daddy instead of one or the other. It's very cool. He loves up and down. We went over a hill this morning and he goes DOWN!!!! Followed by a Mr. Miyagi impression of paint the fence (up....down....up.....down). He knows that the green light means go. It's very neat to watch him put these things together for himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8072334985412518219?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8072334985412518219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8072334985412518219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8072334985412518219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8072334985412518219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-around.html' title='Run Around'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1655053001463894527</id><published>2010-03-10T12:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:21:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>I mean this is in the most heartfelt way. The first time I took Jackson to day care in August of 2008, I sobbed. I sobbed pretty much the whole first week, and then gradually became okay with it as I felt like he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took him to school, and he didn't want to go. He didn't want to get out of the car. He didn't want me to put him down. He didn't want to let go of my leg. He didn't want me to put him down again. When I left, I handed him to one of his teachers, Miss Patty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big fat tears started to roll down his cheeks and his face got red, but he didn't do the demonstrative, screaming crying. He just quietly cried and was clearly sad to see me go. It totally and completely broke my heart and it felt like August 2008 all over again, only much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1655053001463894527?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1655053001463894527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1655053001463894527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1655053001463894527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1655053001463894527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4810295447938256427</id><published>2010-03-04T12:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:55:28.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Worst Blogger Ever</title><content type='html'>I'm the worst blogger ever. We have had so many exciting things with Jackson, and I completely suck and haven't documented jack (pun semi-intended). To try and fit in everything he's been doing in the past couple of months would be pointless, but I'll try a condensed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically: He jumps. He doesn't jump well, but he jumps. He's also scaled his way out of his crib one time, so we put up a gate at the top of the stairs. He hasn't tried it again thankfully so we haven't moved him to the big kid bed just yet. On occasion he will fling bowls at my head from the backseat. Which is impressive, but not that funny. He actually can throw balls pretty well and loves to play basketball on his little hoop and race his cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chattiness: He amazes us with his new words each day. Today at school he said to me "run around" which was neato. He knows all his letters and loves to shout them out when he sees them on signs or magazines or whatever. He also will randomly start counting to four in the backseat of the car, which I find amazing. He has names for all his grandparents: Opa and Nama (My parents) and Papa and Nami (for Jason's Parents) as well as Bussy (Buffy the dog) and the occasional E for my brother and Auntie for his wife. We are working on learning Jason's sister and family as well. He is good at saying "I love (fill in the blank with a name)" and he also knows his teachers names at school. He, up until about two days ago, would say the word RED as Rhett and the letter W as ba ta doo. He has since learned the correct pronunciation. I would have been okay with him not learning that for awhile as I found batadoo to be adorable. He enjoys playing indoor golf with his Opa, which he will indicate by saying "Opa, golf, bussy" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision-making: He is very insistent on making his own choices from time to time. He wants to draw. He wants to look at the birdies. he wants to play with the ball popper. He does NOT want to eat that banana. Wants to shoot, play basketball, race cars, go outside. I wouldn't call him stubborn just yet, but since both his parents are insane stubborn lunatics, it's not far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, Jackson is simply a joy. He is at a tremendously fun age right now, amazing us with the things he knows and the things he can do each day. We are communicating with him more and more, he helps us decide things as a family and is a very nice, very loving little boy. He is your typical jump around, crash up, crazy little boy and loads of fun for his parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4810295447938256427?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4810295447938256427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4810295447938256427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4810295447938256427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4810295447938256427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst-blogger-ever.html' title='Worst Blogger Ever'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5301325038307236372</id><published>2010-01-22T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:45:58.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Is Chatty...Even in the Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kle3rP5KLqg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kle3rP5KLqg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5301325038307236372?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5301325038307236372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5301325038307236372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5301325038307236372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5301325038307236372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/jackson-is-chattyeven-in-bath.html' title='Jackson Is Chatty...Even in the Bath'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-768396687375778810</id><published>2009-12-07T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:46:38.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Being Sick...and Doing Something About It</title><content type='html'>So Jackson is sick.  A lot.  Jackson is sick every 4-6 weeks with a cold that stretches into another cold and another and another.  Basically Jackson seems sick all the time. Or he was….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September I got really sick of Jackson being sick.  REALLY SICK OF IT.  I was complaining about it on Facebook and a friend of mine from high school asked if Jackson was on vitamins. Yes...and probiotics as well. She mentioned Juice Plus, which I snarkily laughed at.  Then I had literally dozens of friends from all different parts of my life chime in.  High school friends.  College friends.  Work friends from job now, work friends from jobs past.  They all said, oh I take this or my kid takes this or whatever and I’m never sick and he’s never sick and so forth.  What?   So out of desperation, I ordered some Juice Plus gummies for Jackson just to see if it would help.  I seriously doubted that it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did.  He hasn’t been sick since. He might have a runny nose for half a day.  He might cough three times. But he hasn’t been sick since.  He hasn’t missed a day at day care, I haven’t had to miss work to take care of my sick buddy.  Neither has Jason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I think Jason and I will take the plunge and start on the products ourselves.  I’ll update you with results of that little experiment. I get sick a lot these days... I think I have had tonsillitis like six times in the last four months.  So if this works for us, I’ll let you know. And if it doesn’t, I will too.  But if you want to give it a try before we see what it does for us, let me know.  https://www.juiceplus.com/nsa/content/Home.soa?site=ll36001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, and keep your fingers crossed for a continually healthy little Jackson. He’s way more fun this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-768396687375778810?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.juiceplus.com/nsa/content/Home.soa?site=ll36001' title='Sick of Being Sick...and Doing Something About It'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/768396687375778810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=768396687375778810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/768396687375778810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/768396687375778810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-of-being-sickand-doing-something.html' title='Sick of Being Sick...and Doing Something About It'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5716670009604418549</id><published>2009-11-21T21:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:12:24.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting New Words</title><content type='html'>We have a book called Hello, Ralphie. It is way too wordy for Jackson to last through any of it, but apparently they read it at school. Because he got the book out and started pointing at the CU logo and saying Ralphie. He says Ralphie. I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5716670009604418549?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5716670009604418549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5716670009604418549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5716670009604418549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5716670009604418549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/exciting-new-words.html' title='Exciting New Words'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2348317518796792455</id><published>2009-11-17T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:29:34.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Attack</title><content type='html'>So it's been a month. I don't have much of an excuse, other than my job is crazed and so is my boy. Jackson is over 18 months old now! It's been a crazy month. We had our 18 month checkup...Jackson gained only 13 ounces in 3 months! The doctor looked me dead in the eye and said, "Would you say he is an active child" pretty much as he simultaneously climbed on a chair and attempted to then scale his way onto the counter top. Yeah, yeah. I'd say he's active. He is already just about 33 inches tall! So his body is getting taller, just not too much heavier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we did our wait in line Somalia style and got Jackson an H1N1 vaccination. He is due back for round two anytime after next Monday so we'll see if they have any available for him.  It's been scary to be honest. You hear stories of otherwise healthy kids basically dying from it, so you do what you can to take care of him and keep him healthy. That includes waiting in a hallway outside a doctor's office from about 730 am to 930 am to get a vaccination. He did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In milestones, it's too many to count. Jackson is learning his colors and his big trifecta are blue, white and yellow. Yellow is the predominant color in the Coors Events Center, so when I took him there this past weekend he kept pointing and shouting "Yellow!" He is slowly mastering the art of using utensils and is getting quite adept at forking his foods. He smiles, he says cheese, he says please. He yells, "Big ball!" when he wants to play with his big blue rubber ball. His biggest sentence to date is "dada get the ball" which I believe qualifies. He calls my mom a version of "mama" and kind of calls my dad "Opa" which is what they call the grandpas over in Deutschland and is what they called my dad's dad (well Opie, actually). That may be what it turns into.  He can help take off his shirt, sits in our laps to read books and knows what all the animals are in his playroom and in his books. Sometimes he feels shy and will ask "up!" and put his head on our shoulder until he feels comfortable around whatever person made him say up in the first place. He goes down the big slides at the park. He can go up AND down stairs now and usually without incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now...love you buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2348317518796792455?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2348317518796792455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2348317518796792455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2348317518796792455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2348317518796792455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/slack-attack.html' title='Slack Attack'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4034887262473513371</id><published>2009-10-17T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:41:33.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonzai!</title><content type='html'>In the world of Jackson, bonzai is the translation of Go Buffs! Jackson attended his first CU football game today. Truth, he went to the first home game last year but we never actually sat in a seat to watch so I am not counting it. Today, we sat in chairs and made it through an entire half. Jackson rocked his Colorado tee shirt and hat and jacket, clapped when it was appropriate, cheered when it was appropriate, and danced whenever he felt like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to teach him to say GO BUFFS forever, and he says Go, and he says Boi, but when he says them together it comes out bonzai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe by the Nebraska game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4034887262473513371?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4034887262473513371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4034887262473513371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4034887262473513371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4034887262473513371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/bonzai.html' title='Bonzai!'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8719788654960408838</id><published>2009-10-10T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:32:58.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>Today we had our first real snow of this fall. And the first time that Jackson realized that there is snow and noticed that there was white stuff all over the place. At breakfast he kept pointing out the window and saying "No! No!" which is his s-free version of snow. I can't wait till he gets his boots on and his down jacket and can go play in it for the first real time.  Sadly, I will be unable to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. I've been sick since Thursday. The flu test was negative, the strep test was negative. I'm feeling better but still have a lot of symptoms so I'm staying away from Jackson and Jason so I don't infect them. I was given some antibiotics in the event that my throat culture comes back positive, but I just decided to take them this morning anyways. My throat feels terrible but mostly my soft palate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8719788654960408838?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8719788654960408838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8719788654960408838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8719788654960408838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8719788654960408838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1093431769153979707</id><published>2009-09-28T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:36:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jackson</title><content type='html'>Dear Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to write you a letter to get you up to speed on what the 16 month old version of you is like. First, the boring detail. You're tall! You are pretty much growing out of your 18 month old clothes and can pull of the 24 month stuff. You wear size five kids shoes. Okay that was boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality wise, I would describe you as being pretty funny. And if a one year old is capable of being caring, you are. You are also feisty. Changing your diaper can be a challenge. You don't like to be laying down and not allowed to do whatever you want. Which is a problem when you have chunks of poop clinging to your little butt. So then sometimes you smack mommy and daddy on the arm, which makes us sad...but then you gently rub the arm you smacked and make an I'm sorry face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have pretty much laid off opening and closing the kitchen cabinets, but can't get enough of the garage door and the front door. You are becoming an expert at climbing the stairs, and actually can go down them pretty well. You do okay with a spoon, and experiment with a fork. You still use a sippy cup, but we try the cup without the sippy when we can. You love to dance. You love to read books, especially Purdue Pete, The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You See? You like to point at all the things in the books and ask us what they are.  You love balloons, and when you see them, whether they are hot air balloons or regular ones, you say malon malon malon malon (which is also your word for melon) and point and stretch. It is adorable. You say hi to the moon. You wave at every car and person and bike and dog that walks by. You run down the driveway, which terrifies me. I'm just waiting for a face plant. Lately you are more interested in cuddle time than previously. When we read books you walk over to us, hand us a book, then immediately about face and sit down in our laps for reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to climb, go down slides and ride in swings. You are still a good eater. You love blueberries, strawberries and all kinds of melon, especially watermelon. You start off your day with daddy at breakfast with a handful of Kix while he makes you pancakes or waffles or french toast. You still love dogs, and still call all animals doggies. You wave at planes and birds. You say "goooooooooo" whenever the car is stopped at an intersection for a long time. You like to run over to mommy and daddy and also grandpa and put your arms up so we will pick you up. You love to play ball and can both throw and occasionally catch. You do a good job with shape toys and have lots of words and even a sentence "get the ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great sleeper and love to cuddle with your blanket and your doggie. You very unceremoniously gave up the pacifier the second weekend in September. You no longer wake up at 3 am looking for it, which makes me very happy. You got three molars at the same time in August, followed by getting three of your "I teeth" at the same time right now. You are handling it like a champ. You do lots of fun art projects at school, and for the most part you refrain from biting other kids. Sometimes you do it when you are provoked. It's not our favorite, but we can't blame you when we hear what leads up to it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lots of fun to be around...you like to dance in your high chair during dinner, and you give lots of hugs to us and even sometimes kisses. Your are very sweet to animals and even made friends with Chip the Buffalo. We love you very much and can't wait to see what else you're going to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1093431769153979707?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1093431769153979707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1093431769153979707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1093431769153979707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1093431769153979707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-jackson.html' title='Dear Jackson'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4138549750686846303</id><published>2009-09-25T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:46:24.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>Grossest</title><content type='html'>It's been an unacceptable period of time since I've done this. So yeah, I have a lot to catch up on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prompted this entry is a cold that Jackson got last week.  It's been a standard cold...runny nose, cough etc. Lots of boogers. So he goes to school on Wednesday, and then at about 3 pm I get a call that he's got goop in his eye and I have to come get him. Understandable, a lot of times that's pink eye and that's freaking GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to the doctor and I'm assuming it's either pink eye or an ear infection. I was wrong. His sinuses were so blocked up that the mucous had nowhere to go. So you know where it went? Out his tear ducts. He had boogers coming out of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4138549750686846303?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4138549750686846303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4138549750686846303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4138549750686846303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4138549750686846303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/grossest.html' title='Grossest'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-113284849630307512</id><published>2009-09-03T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:30:30.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking From a Cup</title><content type='html'>Jackson is very interested in moving from sippy cups to regular cups. He sometimes gets lazy at the end of a meal and ends up dumping his beverage, but he is making excellent progress. Yesterday actually provided a very entertaining situation along these lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason had 6 pm softball, so I picked Jackson up and we visited Jason and then went to Quizno's. Jackson likes those ham and cheese sammies. I didn't have a cup with me as it was a sort of impromptu outing, so I opted for a cup with a straw. He did fine out of the straw, then started pulling the straw out and taking the lid off to drink, which he did relatively well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go, I decided to let him keep his cup in his car seat to see what he would do. He took the straw out, but thankfully left the lid on. Then he would lift the cup up and try to drink out of the hole in the center of the lid. He would do this and then laugh hysterically with water all over his face, then repeat. This lasted until finally he threw the cup down and that was the end. But it provided me with nice entertainment on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-113284849630307512?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/113284849630307512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=113284849630307512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/113284849630307512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/113284849630307512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/drinking-from-cup.html' title='Drinking From a Cup'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2473920480560097437</id><published>2009-08-25T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:36:29.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagon!</title><content type='html'>We got a wagon. It is Jackson's new favorite form of transportation. No stroller, no car. Only wagon. He can face either direction. It has a door. It has storage. He loves the wagon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2473920480560097437?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2473920480560097437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2473920480560097437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2473920480560097437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2473920480560097437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/wagon.html' title='Wagon!'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4875045503792143693</id><published>2009-08-15T22:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:45:06.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Too Long!</title><content type='html'>Though not that much is going on. Three molars coming in...two on top, one on the bottom. Jackson has some new toys...we got him a wagon today! Since our mailbox is like five blocks away (seriously) we take family trips over to it. Now that Jackson is mobile, we let him walk...but sometimes it's more picking up rocks and putting them in his mouth. So we wanted a way to transport him that wasn't the stroller necessarily...and wagon it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still loves doggies and thinks all animals are doggies which is hilarious to me by th way. He loves books and is always looking at books and bringing books to us to read to him. If we get through any pages it's a minor miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow we will take Jackson out to the CU women's soccer exhibition match and teach him how to sit quietly and watch sporting events. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4875045503792143693?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4875045503792143693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4875045503792143693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4875045503792143693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4875045503792143693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Too Long!'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7412170919684893074</id><published>2009-08-06T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:55:53.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson TV'/><title type='text'>Jackson Lew and the Toothless Carnies</title><content type='html'>Now that's a Harry Potter title if I ever saw one.  I actually didn't see any toothless carnies. Just one carnie, with teeth, who basically asked us what the hell we wanted at the corn dog stand.  Well, a corn dog. But we'll go to another stand where our galleons are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually Jackson's second trip to the Boulder County Fair. Last year he went with us in a Baby Bjorn.  This year it was the day of his 15 month checkup on a day with pink eye, a cold and three shots.  And he was a riot.  (Quick aside: Jackson weighs 23 lbs, 1 oz, is 31 inches long and has a big head still. He also has three molars coming in simultaneously, which is just awesome news).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his first experience around animals other than dogs. Though he still calls every animal doggie, I will say that he says it more confidently when it is, in fact, a doggie. The first doggie of the day was actually a bunny, and the bunny wagon was there, so he got to pet it! Success! The rabbit did not bite him, nor did he bite the rabbit or the rabbit's poo.   Then it was doggies (goats, not interested), doggies (pigs, which seemed puzzling) then a food break (roasted corn!).  Then he played on some heavy equipment, saw an actual dog, then got to meet some cows (doggies!). At least there are others that call cows doggies so that worked.  Then it was time for more live music, some funnel cake and the walk to the car and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBAa74KcYKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBAa74KcYKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the circumstances of the day (pink eye, doctor, shots) I'm so proud of him for being a good boy.  He was saying hi to everyone, both humans and animals, did a good job listening and now washes his hands very well.  I'm glad we took him to the fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7412170919684893074?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7412170919684893074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7412170919684893074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7412170919684893074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7412170919684893074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/jackson-lew-and-toothless-carnies.html' title='Jackson Lew and the Toothless Carnies'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-717022348145315283</id><published>2009-08-02T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:47:06.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Months Later</title><content type='html'>Jackson turned 15 months old today. We celebrated with a trip to the baby spa. Totally kidding. We blew up an inflatable kid pool in the backyard and Jason and Jackson played in it this morning and tonight before dinner. As was totally expected, Jackson loved it and would probably sit in there all day if we let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is turning into a full blown toddler.  So this means that he disagrees with us now. Before he pretty much went along with everything we said and did.  Now...not so much. I knew the day would come when he was no longer interested in doing what we had to say...and that day came. It was yesterday. Now I can't decide if it's the molars, possibly an ear infection, or just...who he is now.  I really, really hope it's 1 or 2, which is terrible to say, but seriously, he was out of control the last 48 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he doesn't get his way, he dramatically goes limp and lays on whatever surface is nearest...comfort is not an object.  Sometimes, he screams, sometimes he does a really irritating grunt and screams.  Today at the store he wasn't getting his way, so he threw himself on the floor and was borderline going to throw a tantrum.  Toddlers. Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-717022348145315283?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/717022348145315283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=717022348145315283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/717022348145315283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/717022348145315283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-months-later.html' title='15 Months Later'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7032312059894460175</id><published>2009-07-30T11:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:43:14.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rewards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>I've Got Your Molar</title><content type='html'>Poor little buddy is getting his first molar. And it sucks. Lower right, closest molar to the front.  It has been interesting watching it come in as we have been able to see the little points for a few days and now the totally flat part is breaking through, so needless to say yesterday was brutal. But he only woke up once last night when the motrin wore off and once he was re-medicated he slept until 7 am today which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things Jackson, he is learning more and becoming more interesting everyday. He has new words like "doos" which is shoes and also is becoming adept at pointing at what he wants. He usually says please without us having to remind him to do so, and his new favorite song is Say You Will by Fleetwood Mac.  He eats corn and watermelon like nothing I've ever seen, and enjoys meatballs a lot too.  Jackson is a great eater and we are going to ride that horse for as long as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson also got his first at-home riding toy. Some silly FP fire truck that he can sit on and push himself around on it like he's Fred Flintstone.  I got it for him last Friday because he loves to show me how he can ride those things at school.  He walked into the house and Jason had assembled it for him and the look on his face was the all time greatest thing I've ever seen.  It was like, really? This is mine? And it's here? At my house? And I can ride it almost anytime I want? You guys are great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7032312059894460175?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7032312059894460175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7032312059894460175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7032312059894460175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7032312059894460175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-your-molar.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Your Molar'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7030693215864117613</id><published>2009-07-21T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:24:34.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Week for the Boy</title><content type='html'>Jackson came to softball last Thursday, which is always nice but this time he wasn't as good of a good luck charm as we needed.  Then family came into town on Friday, and Jackson has been going strong ever since.  Trips to the pool, trips to see grandma and grandpa, and today he got to go on his very first train ride, the Georgetown Loop.  It was tons of fun despite it being hot and exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7030693215864117613?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7030693215864117613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7030693215864117613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7030693215864117613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7030693215864117613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-week-for-boy.html' title='A Busy Week for the Boy'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7714047484546171786</id><published>2009-07-14T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:37:08.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>Jackson has a lot of new tricks that I don't believe I've mentioned but are kind of exciting.  In the last two weeks he has used a spoon, drinks through a straw and used the word doggie whenever he sees or hears a dog. It's fantastic. He's like a sponge. He almost says blueberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my parents would do the, "How big is Lindsay?" and I would stand up tall and put my arms straight up and say SOOOO BIG! Well, Jackson doesn't say so big, but when I ask him how big he is, he lifts his arms straight up in the air and waits for me to say SOOOO BIG for him and then laughs hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, this parent thing is so much cooler than I ever imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7714047484546171786?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7714047484546171786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7714047484546171786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7714047484546171786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7714047484546171786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8281057894518794438</id><published>2009-07-08T11:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:39:52.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough With the Biting</title><content type='html'>I have nothing witty to say. There's nothing funny about it anymore. Jackson is getting bitten at school a lot. And he has some pretty terrible bruises to show for it. The same kid has now bitten him on two separate occasions with six SIX bitemarks. Twice on the face.  It's unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much more to say... I was prepared to be more verbose on this subject, but it's just pissing me off so I'm going to stop until I can summon a sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8281057894518794438?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8281057894518794438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8281057894518794438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8281057894518794438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8281057894518794438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough-with-biting.html' title='Enough With the Biting'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5819943233025456251</id><published>2009-06-30T19:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:35:43.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtub 1, Jackson 0</title><content type='html'>It's my own fault for even mentioning it two posts ago. Jackson loves the bathtub. He loves all water. He loves the bathtub even when there is not water in it. Hence, tonight's mishap that has left me feeling sorely inadequate.  It was bath time after the spaghetti madness covered my child's face.  We had traveled upstairs to the bathroom. Jackson was standing next to me. I leaned over to turn on the water.  In the 3 seconds between me leaning over and turning on the water and standing back up, my child had catapaulted himself into the non-full bathtub and landed on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thud. Screams. Lindsay scooping Jackson out of the tub while he looked at me screaming and not sure what had just happened and why there was such unhappiness in the bathtub as it is usually the happiest place on Earth.  We were soon joined by Jason who heard the thud and impending screaming.  Of course then I set Jackson down to try and get his wet clothes off, and what does he do? Tries to climb into the tub again. Really? Less than two minutes later he tries again? I had kind of hoped he would have learned from ONE faceplant and resulting goose egg for once. Alas, he did not learn this.  I will now dread bathtime forever...or at least until he stops trying to climb in when it comes up to his chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5819943233025456251?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5819943233025456251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5819943233025456251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5819943233025456251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5819943233025456251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/bathtub-1-jackson-0.html' title='Bathtub 1, Jackson 0'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8733960031178599090</id><published>2009-06-29T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:09:12.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoons and Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SkmBuZmVCkI/AAAAAAAAQ9o/jIr3_Mec6fU/s1600-h/IMGP2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SkmBuZmVCkI/AAAAAAAAQ9o/jIr3_Mec6fU/s400/IMGP2650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352952266252159554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We witnessed use of the word please. In sign language. Multiple times. We are trying to teach Jackson not to throw food on the floor.  So I did some reading and we are cutting back on how much we give him at once, which seemed to work. Then once he finished, I would ask him if he wanted more and he would make the sign for please! Every time! It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take my chances and see if Jackson wanted to try eating with a spoon on his own. After I showed him a few times how to do it, I just rested the spoon on the bowl of yogurt to see what he would do. He picked it up, got some yogurt in the spoon, and put it in his mouth and ate it!! And then did it again!!! Yeah, he tried to use his hand to eat it too, but he used the spoon three times to eat the yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited and he could tell. My boy was all smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8733960031178599090?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8733960031178599090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8733960031178599090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8733960031178599090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8733960031178599090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/spoons-and-please.html' title='Spoons and Please'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SkmBuZmVCkI/AAAAAAAAQ9o/jIr3_Mec6fU/s72-c/IMGP2650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8048154465469406621</id><published>2009-06-28T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:44:10.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Ske81gKA6kI/AAAAAAAAQ5s/rJc0ZPzPzw8/s1600-h/IMGP2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; clear: both;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Ske81gKA6kI/AAAAAAAAQ5s/rJc0ZPzPzw8/s320/IMGP2644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Jackson loves the water. Loves it. A bathtub, full or empty, is a constant threat as he will attempt to climb in in the hopes that water will eventually be there if it isn't already.  We haven't taken him to a pool since he's been mobile...if we take our eyes off him for a second he will jump in. I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him at the splash park across the street from our house. He had it to himself for about 10 minutes out of 45 and was genuinely disappointed when it was time to leave.  He has no fear of water.  Kids that are 2 years old won't go near the fountains here while he practically sticks his face in the ground before the water jets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lO-YzKQJUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lO-YzKQJUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8048154465469406621?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8048154465469406621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8048154465469406621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8048154465469406621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8048154465469406621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/water-bug.html' title='Water Bug'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Ske81gKA6kI/AAAAAAAAQ5s/rJc0ZPzPzw8/s72-c/IMGP2644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7987096413096606838</id><published>2009-06-23T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:15:19.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me</title><content type='html'>Or more accurately, bite you.  I failed to mention that last week Jackson bit someone on the arm at school. I believe it was last Thursday.  Someone antagonized him a bunch, so he bit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified is an accurate description of how this behavior makes me feel.  But I also can't lie...I am monumentally relieved that for once my child wasn't on the receiving end of the bad behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7987096413096606838?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7987096413096606838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7987096413096606838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7987096413096606838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7987096413096606838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8641765499802022854</id><published>2009-06-21T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:34:13.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>Jackson said Uh Oh this morning and it is adorable. He was playing with a toy and he dropped it on the floor and he just said "Uh oh" out of nowhere. So cute.  What isn't so cute is that he has his fourth ear infection...his third in about six weeks time. That's not acceptable.  We had to go to urgent care this morning because I was so sure that's what it was. I was right. I had floated the idea of tubes to the doctor last time and she didn't feel like he was having the frequency of them to worry about that yet. Well, I think three ear infections in six weeks....I think we should at least start the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8641765499802022854?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8641765499802022854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8641765499802022854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8641765499802022854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8641765499802022854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5450654195001583106</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:03:21.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>What Would Mandy Pepperidge Say?</title><content type='html'>That boy is a P-I-G PIG!  We need to have a serious discussion about table manners and toddlers, and how those are two things that do NOT belong in the same sentence, paragraph...you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed with a great eater (knock on wood). We are not the people who, at this point, have to worry about if our child is eating enough. It's really not a problem. I suppose we could be concerned about fluid intake, but we don't need to be...he's hydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue are the sports of food flinging, bowl dumping and cup dropping. Sports for which my child is on track for a berth on the United States Olympic Team.  With meals, he usually dives in and eats. And then somewhere along the way, he will casually drop a piece on the floor. Followed by dramatically drinking from his cup, which is then also dropped on the floor. This is IMMEDIATELY followed by a crazy swipe of the hand and more food on the floor, at which point Jason and I are now diving across the table to pop off his tray and end the food olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited school to secretly observe his lunch time to see if he was saving this amazing behavior for home or if he was treating his teachers and classmates to these theatrics.  He did not disappoint.  Today's lunch was chicken and dumplings, green beans and strawberries. He loves and will eat all these items with vigor. At school they have progressed to giving them food on paper plates, in bowls and with a plastic spoon...which is pure entertainment by the way.  When I arrived and peered in the window, my child was holding an empty bowl of chicken and dumplings over his head with a sippy cup of milk laying on the floor next to him.  Eight children at the table, seven cups on the table, one on the floor. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his teacher offered him additional chicken and dumplings.  Which he ceremoniously lifted off the table and would have so dumped on his head had she not wisely snatched it from his mischievous hand.  Seriously. My child' s table manners are a nightmare.  We are doing everything we are supposed to be doing and it continues. I guess he's not the only one and that when I looked he was the only one that had the cup on the floor but there are five of them that do that. And only one of them actually uses the spoon. But I didn't see anyone else starting the food fight at Faber.  All that was missing was a square of Jell-o to inhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, today he said please for the first time.  So we've got that going for us, which is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5450654195001583106?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5450654195001583106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5450654195001583106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5450654195001583106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5450654195001583106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-mandy-pepperidge-say.html' title='What Would Mandy Pepperidge Say?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8673385729852833486</id><published>2009-06-14T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:43:59.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SjW1Vqm8YHI/AAAAAAAAP5E/wqrcFGuc5ZI/s1600-h/IMGP2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SjW1Vqm8YHI/AAAAAAAAP5E/wqrcFGuc5ZI/s400/IMGP2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347379516391841906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I love my new park!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8673385729852833486?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8673385729852833486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8673385729852833486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8673385729852833486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8673385729852833486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-new-house.html' title='I Love My New House'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SjW1Vqm8YHI/AAAAAAAAP5E/wqrcFGuc5ZI/s72-c/IMGP2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2757184150526377734</id><published>2009-06-14T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:33:32.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay? Really?</title><content type='html'>I have populated the Endeavor, the vehicle in which Jackson is transported, with a few CDs of music I like that also happens to be free of colorful language. It takes us anywhere from 20-30 minutes to get him to day care, so we listen to the CDs rather than morning drive time radio. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the CDs has the song by Coldplay "Viva la Vida" which I kind of like. I am not the only one. My son lights up when this song comes on the radio and smiles, laughs and claps.  When he's tired, it's the one thing that will settle him down to fall asleep.  It's cute...something I'd like to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2757184150526377734?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2757184150526377734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2757184150526377734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2757184150526377734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2757184150526377734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/coldplay-really.html' title='Coldplay? Really?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2382101907951631087</id><published>2009-06-11T09:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:10:52.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Kill or Be Killed</title><content type='html'>This is my philosophy about the toddler 1 class at Jackson's School.  Really any toddler class. They are learning about being independent, they are mobile, they have wants and needs, and they have anywhere from 0-20 words to communicate these things, and usually the other toddlers don't have the same 20 words. Thus, when someone wanders into their space and either tries to take something away or bother them, the responses they are equipped with from least harmful to most harmful are:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Pushing&lt;br /&gt;2 - Pulling hair&lt;br /&gt;3 - Biting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The responses to those three responses are the same. Pushing, pulling hair or biting. My son seems to favor method two, the hair pull.  He learned the hard way that this is not a generally accepted method of communication when one of his classmates responded by biting his arm in three places in a span of 5 seconds.  Two days later, he still has the teeth marks to prove it. If he is pushed, he generally will push back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't bitten anyone except for me and his father. He bit his dad on the leg on Wednesday night, which we now attribute to the brand new tooth that appeared this morning.  He now has a fang...I pity any child who incurs the wrath of his bite with that new tooth...it won't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we get his ears rechecked after our bout with a double ear infection two weeks ago. We'll see if we've got tubes in his future or some kind of intolerance for a food that's making it happen. Whatever. I'm just hoping for no accident report when I pick him up today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2382101907951631087?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2382101907951631087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2382101907951631087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2382101907951631087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2382101907951631087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/kill-or-be-killed.html' title='Kill or Be Killed'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-3172483914754733537</id><published>2009-06-06T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:33:23.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post</title><content type='html'>And wow, have you had to wait for it! Two weeks! Sorry about that, but moving and moving and going to Vegas with living life in between has made it impossible for me to make time to post a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last two weeks...Jackson busted his face at school...twice.  Racked up an outstanding DOUBLE ear infection the 28th, which for those of you keeping score at home was the day before we had to start our move to Erie.  Then the 29th was daddy's birthday, followed by moving day 1, cleaning day, moving day 2, then my trip to Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has handled the move well. There are tons of paths to walk him on, and he has been to the park a lot with Jason's parents, who came out to help Jason while I went to Vegas with mom and Sally and Co (incidentally, there was a DOMINANT craps performance whilst there...we're talking a guy shooting for over an hour and many dollars made by all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll post some photos of all this soon, but I just wanted to know both of you who read this that I haven't forgotten about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-3172483914754733537?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3172483914754733537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=3172483914754733537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3172483914754733537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3172483914754733537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/200th-post.html' title='200th Post'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4517708264348849601</id><published>2009-05-23T19:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:26:07.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rewards'/><title type='text'>Rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Shih9bowKdI/AAAAAAAAPhI/9j5Ly-l29dI/s1600-h/IMGP2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Shih9bowKdI/AAAAAAAAPhI/9j5Ly-l29dI/s400/IMGP2532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339195435010501074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Membership has its privileges.  Jackson's latest thing is maybe among his most wonderful.  His walking has gotten to the point where he will occasionally attempt dashing. He will also play with things by himself, and then turn around to make sure we are still there.  Then, often times, once he sees one of us, he will run across the room and at the last minute lift up his arms so we can scoop him up and give him some lovin.  It is adorable.  He did this several times today at the mall play area. He would wander away behind some of the big rubber dinosaurs, play a bit, then turn around to see where I was, and run over and grab my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also an incident at the mall.  There is a particular feature of the play area on the wall...a disc that has plastic sprinkles inside and when you turn it, the sprinkles fall all inside the disc.  Jackson loves it.  Today he had waited his turn to play with it, and this little three or four year old kid marched over and essentially shoved Jackson out of the way.  My boy did not fall down, he did not cry.  I was about 20 feet away and started walking over because I knew what was coming next.  Little 28 inch tall, 22 pound Jackson wound up and stiff armed this kid right in the chest.  I got there about 2 seconds before four year old socked him a good one, and to be honest, once I was there Jackson was a little upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings about this incident are mixed.  Obviously the last thing you want your kid to do is hit.  But I also don't want him to tolerate being bullied and pushed out of the way by this kid either.  I'm not saying socking a kid in the face is good, but I think there are times I would rather he stick up for himself than come running for me or Jason.  It's a small issue at school now that he went from being king in the castle in infant 2 to the youngest and smallest kid in toddler 1.  He' s not interested in being low man, and he's not going to put up with people taking away his toys or pushing him around in there either.  So it's something we'll continue to monitor and help him figure stuff out, but again...I'm not that upset that he sticks up for himself. I think that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: soon after I picked up Jackson we went to another part of the play area.  When Jackson wandered back over to the disc that had caused this conflict, this kid's older sister who was like maybe 5 years old says, I'm very sorry but a minute ago my brother was not nice to that boy. It was so adorable. She had been chastising him for about two minutes about being nice to the baby.  Then his mom showed up with the 9 month old baby...and I thought to myself, "Now I know why this kid is hitting mine...middle child."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4517708264348849601?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4517708264348849601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4517708264348849601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4517708264348849601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4517708264348849601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/rewards.html' title='Rewards'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Shih9bowKdI/AAAAAAAAPhI/9j5Ly-l29dI/s72-c/IMGP2532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-284306593496736731</id><published>2009-05-20T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:27:42.331-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Potpourri</title><content type='html'>Honestly there's not been that much new to report! We had another bout with an ear infection. Jackson got sent home from school on Thursday morning with a fever of like 101.3...not great but not overly alarming. I wasn't thrilled with his cough, so we went to the doc. Success! Red right ear drum equals antibiotics.  So he became much more comfortable on Saturday afternoon and is back to himself.  Sunday we went to a picnic for our cousin Matt, whose girlfriend Brandi is expecting a little girl on Father's Day. It's fun to take Jackson outside now. We slather up that sunscreen and he does well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a big reason why he has transitioned so well at school. They play outside twice a day and have lots of things to play with and a nice shaded grass area as well.  It's been so warm that they play with water as well, and next week they'll do some fun sprinkler time.  Taking him to school in the morning simply sucks.  When I leave, he screams. But I read that I shouldn't sneak out it will just freak him out more as opposed to just being upset that I'm leaving. So I have to endure that screaming while I walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage sale was a success. Now our lives are about packing and finding a moving truck and friends and family to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-284306593496736731?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/284306593496736731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=284306593496736731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/284306593496736731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/284306593496736731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/potpourri.html' title='Potpourri'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6944912068213376680</id><published>2009-05-13T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:04:16.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>Today we went down to Grandma and Grandpa's for the afternoon to get ready for the garage sale this weekend.  Jackson has never been a fan of the grass...but now that he is in the big boy class at school where they play outside twice a day, he plays in the grass and dirt everyday! So when I set him down in the grass in my parents expansive backyard he knew just what to do and ran all over the place chasing the dog. It was very, very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have moved him over to whole milk, a journey which is interesting. They don't do bottles in the toddler class, so we've been trying to get him to shift to a sippy cup, which is no small challenge. He's not a fan of cold milk, so we have to try and get it to room temperature and let him drink it. He's just not a fan. So that's an ongoing struggle. One pleasant surprise thus far has been his adjustment to the new schedule. All his food is the same, but his naps are not...the toddler class takes one long nap after lunch as opposed to 2-3 a day in the infant class.  Jackson has been napping like a champion! Like 90 minute naps, which for him at school is amazing.  We would celebrate when he would sleep for 45 minutes in the other room. He's also not using a paci at school, and is adapting to lunch at the table with his classmates as well.  I try and observe him at school so I can make sure we are all on the same page...they are doing great with him. Mom and dad need to step it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6944912068213376680?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6944912068213376680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6944912068213376680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6944912068213376680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6944912068213376680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8617261229612007238</id><published>2009-05-10T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:01:35.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Day</title><content type='html'>So it's Mother's Day! My second! Hooray! It has been an interesting week leading up to Mother's Day...the last three days in particular.  Friday Jackson took a visit to the toddler class. He was supposed to unwind back in his class, but he was having so much fun, he didn't need to. He has officially moved to the toddler class, where he gets to sit at a table with his friends, play in the dirt and make art. Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, we put our house on the market. As I was picking him up from school, our realtor called to inform me that we would be getting an offer the next day. Indeed.  We did. So we spent Saturday looking at houses.  Today we accepted the offer and are prepared to put one on a place to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, we close on the 29th. Of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8617261229612007238?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8617261229612007238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8617261229612007238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8617261229612007238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8617261229612007238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/moms-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5075460605579787840</id><published>2009-05-05T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:10:00.710-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>Doctor Doctor</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday! You get shots! Gotta love the AAP schedule of exams and immunizations.  Jackson had his 12 month checkup today and it went fantastically.  He weighs 22 lbs, 3.5 oz which is pretty good, and is 29.5 inches long. I'm convinced that the nurse who measures him isn't doing it right...he seems so much taller than that.  His head is large. 75th-percentile, but we knew it was big anyways.  Then she informed me that his shot schedule over the next six months would contain four required shots, with one optional Hep A shot.  We went with the Chicken Pox and Hep A today. At his 15 month appointment we will do the ghastly MMR that everyone thinks causes all the issues.   So I can put off being worried about that for three more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developmentally he is doing great and is just as he should be. I guess the average walking is at 14 months so he's ahead there.  The adage I hear is "boys walk, girls talk" so that explains why he only uses mama and dada really and hasn't learned a third word.  He says versions of Buffy. That's the closest he's come to saying an additional word we have tried to get him to say.  He does his version of pat a cake which is high fiving, he waves goodbye. He points at things he wants, reaches up for us, and pounds on his tray when he wants more of something (which by the way, we are over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's what's new here.  We are putting our place on the market on Friday so we have been in a whirlwind getting it ready.  If you're in the market for two beds and three baths in southwest Longmont, you know who to call...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5075460605579787840?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5075460605579787840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5075460605579787840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5075460605579787840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5075460605579787840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor Doctor'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8348973430994448096</id><published>2009-05-02T21:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:54:23.943-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Sf298HlWpaI/AAAAAAAAOvQ/nDfEJVXl570/s1600-h/IMGP2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Sf298HlWpaI/AAAAAAAAOvQ/nDfEJVXl570/s400/IMGP2528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331626374402057634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been a year? How is it even possible? This time last year we were waiting to get rolled from labor &amp;amp; delivery over to mom &amp;amp; baby at BCH.  My parents had visited.  I was getting my poor body all cleaned up. Oh...and we had a new baby boy that was not even four hours old. Now he's a year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice and small gathering at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Lakewood. Jason's parents flew in for Jackson's birthday, and we were also joined by Uncle Eric and Aunt Jennie, Blaine and Maggie and Sally O'Malley.  We had some barbeque dinner, opened gifts and had cake. Then got Jackson in his jammies and rolled home. It was over in an instant...just like this year was! Everyone says, "Watch it, it will go fast" and as much as you know and you understand...you can't possibly imagine the blink of an eye that year one will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at this year and think about a few things each month that I remember.  Taking Jackson to the park for the 4th of July concert, hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa the night before I went back to work, him wearing the pumpkin hat on Halloween and being so cute, trying turkey on Thanksgiving, opening presents on Christmas in his 19 different Christmas outfits, crawling for the first time on January 2, various bouts with illness in the springtime, cruising around the living room, then walking and now here we are he is a year old!  I remember when he smiled, when he laughed...the first time he said mama...the first time he said mama and meant it (this was this past Monday). There are too many memories to count and I'm glad I have this blog to remember a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, you are a sweet sweet little boy.  You have breakfast each day with your daddy, who makes you something yummy to eat along with giving you your bottle. You have a very sweet disposition, and as much as sometimes we don't act like we remember, you are a very, very easy little boy and have been since you were born.  You usually go to sleep when we put you down for naps or for bedtime, and you eat almost everything we give you to try. When you are done eating something, you look us dead in the eye and start picking up individual pieces of food and dropping them on the floor. It's hard not to laugh. You have a tendency to pull hair and put your fingers in other people's mouths.  Lately you are very cuddly and you grab our legs when you want us to pick you up. You have had two bottom teeth for four months, and your front teeth have been coming in for it seems like forever.  You are very good at throwing the ball...I think you might be right handed based on that you eat with your right hand and you mostly throw with it as well.  You now are a big fan of Buffy the dog, and you laugh all the time when you see her and try to chase her. You climb up stairs but haven't figured out how to climb down.  You can climb off the bed.  You give hugs and they are adorable. We have a goodbye routine when I drop you off at school in the morning and it's how we keep you from crying when I leave...and me too for that matter.  When I pick you up, you crawl or walk up to me and say mama and hold your arms up so I pick you up.  When you're sleeping you are the most peaceful and adorable looking little man ever.  We are so lucky to have you in our lives sweetie pie...Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8348973430994448096?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8348973430994448096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8348973430994448096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8348973430994448096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8348973430994448096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Buddy'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Sf298HlWpaI/AAAAAAAAOvQ/nDfEJVXl570/s72-c/IMGP2528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5881992532893820209</id><published>2009-04-30T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:11:37.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk, Don't Run</title><content type='html'>Jackson is running. He should not be running. He is not yet coordinated enough to do so. This does not seem to concern him. Windowsills, doors, high chairs...you name it, he will crash into it. His reaction lately is not to cry, but to become very angry. Once we determine he hasn't injured himself, it's quite entertaining. The other skill he learned is sticking his tongue out, which is hilarious. My parents are not as thrilled by it as I am, but I love it and think it's funny. I would be more inclined to respect their dismay had my father not taught him how to pull tissues out of the kleenex box. He can empty a box in a minute if we aren't watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days until my boy is one year old. How is it even possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5881992532893820209?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5881992532893820209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5881992532893820209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5881992532893820209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5881992532893820209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-dont-run.html' title='Walk, Don&apos;t Run'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2182636208996273590</id><published>2009-04-26T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:13:36.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin On A Jet Plane, 2</title><content type='html'>This time it was Jackson.  I didn't have the interest in noting that this last week's events led to Jackson's first ever trip on a plane. We were very nervous as everything was last minute and we didn't have a lot of choices as to when we could fly, nor could we really afford to buy three seats on the plane. So we went with the best times and had Jackson ride on our lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight from Denver to Chicago...he couldn't have done better. He really was a dream. He didn't nap, but he didn't fuss at all, ate really well and was just really well behaved. The ride back from Chicago to Denver was a slightly different story. He needed a nap, we needed a nap, and we were all pretty drained. He was crabby most of the way, but honestly he did pretty well. He finally fell asleep in my arms with about 20 minutes left in the flight and then slept up until he got in the stroller. When we got home he went right to sleep after dinner and was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, given the circumstances, it could have been much worse and I'm proud of him for a good job on his first plane flight. Next time will be to Indiana for Jason's birthday and he will thankfully have his own seat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2182636208996273590?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2182636208996273590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2182636208996273590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2182636208996273590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2182636208996273590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/leavin-on-jet-plane-2.html' title='Leavin On A Jet Plane, 2'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1053277694227784227</id><published>2009-04-24T20:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:20:15.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Today we bid adieu to my Grandma Dot. I post this on the Jackson blog because he was there and was a bright ray of sunshine on what was the sunniest gloomy day I&amp;#39;ve ever had. He was chatty at the burial and was there for mommy to hug. He was there at the service for all of Grandma Dot&amp;#39;s friends to see...and hear. And also at the after party we held at Westmoreland where he walked around smiling and cuddling with family and friends alike. He was a tremendous comfort to me and my family during the saddest day we&amp;#39;ve had in a long time. He smiled all day. Grandma would have loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1053277694227784227?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1053277694227784227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1053277694227784227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1053277694227784227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1053277694227784227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1385771624090464945</id><published>2009-04-21T23:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:55:31.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Se6xTdvmcYI/AAAAAAAAOdk/ryuoLhtIZ0k/s1600-h/IMGP1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Se6xTdvmcYI/AAAAAAAAOdk/ryuoLhtIZ0k/s400/IMGP1617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327390357185786242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:54 on a Tuesday night and I'm writing a blog entry because I can't sleep.  It's been a rough few days in the Lew household. I know this blog is meant to be about Jackson, and this will mention him in a way, but really...this post won't be.  We lost Jackson's Great Grandma Dot very early Monday morning.  She was my last grandparent.  My Grandma was very cool. She came out to Colorado for a wedding shower my friend CJ gave for me in 2005 and she had just suffered a fall and had a black eye and wasn't happy about it. She came to the shower and had an awesome time. And all my friends at one time or another who attended that shower agreed that "your Grandma is so cool" which is not a thing one expects to hear really.  With my Grandma living in Chicago, it wasn't as though a plethora of my friends had ever really met her at any point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the total out of town Grandma experiences that will forever loom large when I reflect on my childhood.  Each summer, that was what we did. We visited Chicago to see Grandma and our uncles, and we visited Wisconsin to visit all the aunts, uncles, cousins and Omi.  When we were in Chicago, we were at the green house on Bennett Avenue and played at the park on the corner of Bennett and Simpson.  We got to know Grandma's friends the Bannermans, Mrs. Persons, Mrs. Keem and Lu.  The highlight was always, ALWAYS the 4th of July at Lincolnwood School where my mom used to attend school as a kid. I loved the races there...it was like getting another field day, which to me was a very big deal. Then we would walk down to Central Street and watch the parade before going back to Grandma's and getting cleaned up to go to Westmoreland for the picnic.  You remember things like getting the variety pack of cereal at Grandma's when all you got at home were Corn Flakes, Cheerios and Rice Krispies. At Grandma's we got to have Corn Pops and Froot Loops and Frosted Flakes! We got to go to the dime store and get a toy to play with during our visit! Uncles would take us to the Cubs game, and we'd borrow the Altschul's beach tokens to visit Lake Michigan at Lighthouse Beach.  Then there are more recent memories, some of which suck.  Grandma had a great time at Jason and I's wedding which was wonderful. Not so awesome when she tripped over a stair at my parents house and broke her hip. The only upside to this was that Grandma was stuck in Colorado with us, which meant we got to spend a lot of time with her. So that was an upside if there could be one. She would look out the window and tell us how she couldn't believe that we had blue sky everyday...she had no idea it was like that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most recent memories I have of her was when I called her to tell her that I was pregnant.  Jason and I were actually at the airport flying to San Antonio for my college reunion and I was 12 weeks basically that day.  So I called and told her and she was so excited. Once she got the initial congratulations out of her, the first thing she really said was, "What does your mother think about this?" Which isn't funny to anyone but me and Grandma because I knew exactly why she asked me that.  Going to her 90th birthday party last January and meeting all her friends again was a wonderful time.  When my brother got home from that he got engaged.  Which was fantastic for many reasons, not the least of which is that it meant Grandma was going to roll the dice on another trip to Colorado.  Which I'm very grateful for, because it meant that she got to meet Jackson. That was a big deal to me, and if it hadn't happened then I hope it would have happened in the time since before Monday.  I sent her literally hundreds of photos of Jackson, and thanks to Uncle Paul she got to see videos of Jackson in action on Easter.  Which is more timing I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of dealing with any situation that I am uncomfortable in is with a self-depricating joke. It's automatic. If I don't like it, I will make light of it.  I now know where this comes from and is a quality I appreciate having. It has traveled from Grandma to my mom to me.  I find myself doing certain things that I am sure were things that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rang on Monday morning I was in the shower. I was in the shower much earlier than I usually am in an effort to get the house empty of Lews in a faster manner. So I knew why the phone was ringing and who it was before Jason even answered it. I heard it ring once and turned off the water, threw a towel on my head and put my robe on and dripped down to the kitchen to get the phone from Jason.  I already knew it was my mom and I knew why she was calling.  It wasn't a phone call I expected to get yet. I thought we had more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am thankful for the time we did have. Grateful. We've had a heads up on this for a couple of months.  I think the worst thing doctors can say is "at any time" because what does that mean even? At any time could be today at lunch or in 3 years. But the upside to the worst thing they can say is that it sure motivates everyone. I talked to my Grandma a lot lately, but I'm furious that my last chat with her was on Easter and that it was as brief as it was.  My mom talked to her on Sunday night and gave me a recap and I decided I was going to call her the next day.  I didn't get a chance...my mom called me first.  The services start on Thursday and we'll take on the task of saying goodbye but really I am thinking of it more like a salute to Grandma. I'm very sad, but I'm very glad that I will have Jason and Jackson with me. It's not the occasion we had in mind for Jackson's first time on a plane.  He is Dot's first great-grandchild and I'm glad he will be there to participate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1385771624090464945?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1385771624090464945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1385771624090464945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1385771624090464945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1385771624090464945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much To Say'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Se6xTdvmcYI/AAAAAAAAOdk/ryuoLhtIZ0k/s72-c/IMGP1617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-220627405649583838</id><published>2009-04-18T20:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:56:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Did I Get a Kid?</title><content type='html'>Because last time I checked, I thought I had a baby! Sometime in the last month, Jackson has morphed from a baby boy to a big boy.  I don't know when it was...and there are still things I'm clinging to that are baby like.  We still give him a bottle and he still has to lay either in our arms or lean on our knees when he has it. When he wakes up for a moment at 3 am and screams for whatever reason and we get to pick him up out of his crib and he puts his little head on my shoulder and calms down. Those are baby moments.  They are the last ones...I have a little boy. He plays on his knees and tries to throw the ball to daddy.  Instead of putting the toy truck in his mouth, he actually attempts to roll it on the floor. He feeds himself, and gets mad when we try to feed him sometimes with a spoon. He grabs the aforementioned bottle and plays with it when he's done. He stacks rings and blocks. He talks in the car. He dances! He makes jokes! He puts smaller toys inside bigger toys, and puts toys in the toy bin. He knows that when we come get him in the morning or after a nap that the blue blankie stays in the crib and hands it to daddy. He is a wonderful, wonderful little man. And he's still my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-220627405649583838?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/220627405649583838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=220627405649583838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/220627405649583838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/220627405649583838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-did-i-get-kid.html' title='When Did I Get a Kid?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4058628786566683081</id><published>2009-04-17T12:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:19:11.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://daverussellphotography.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SejICMkhOuI/AAAAAAAAOB8/MNp8PhuNvWA/s400/swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325726499425303266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week Jackson and mommy met Dave Russell, who shot our wedding in 2005.  He was hoping to meet Jackson, so we met him at Scott Carpenter Park in Boulder one afternoon to get them acquainted (and for Dave to do his awesome work!). The results were amazing...I can't believe what a handsome little guy we have and what great photos Dave took. I shouldn't be surprised, but it's so wonderful to see Jackson from someone else's point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4058628786566683081?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://daverussellphotography.com/blog/' title='Sweet Boy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4058628786566683081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4058628786566683081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4058628786566683081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4058628786566683081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-boy.html' title='Sweet Boy'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SejICMkhOuI/AAAAAAAAOB8/MNp8PhuNvWA/s72-c/swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1329481533306169720</id><published>2009-04-14T21:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:22:18.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Madness</title><content type='html'>It was Jackson's first Easter, and naturally I was going to pimp him out. There are far too many adorable Easter outfits for little boys out there for me not to. The choices ranged from the extravagant Janie and Jack to the basics at Carter's and Macy's. I went with an impulse purchase...a little sportcoat outfit from Target.  He had no interest in any egg searching or holding. He just wanted to show off his new walking skills and chase the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SeKeatEtvBI/AAAAAAAAM5s/TYluO8wU4lo/s640/IMGP2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SeKeatEtvBI/AAAAAAAAM5s/TYluO8wU4lo/s640/IMGP2399.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1329481533306169720?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1329481533306169720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1329481533306169720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1329481533306169720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1329481533306169720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-madness.html' title='Easter Madness'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SeKeatEtvBI/AAAAAAAAM5s/TYluO8wU4lo/s72-c/IMGP2399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2443491573045863256</id><published>2009-04-09T19:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:26:47.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Walking, Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJqxWOSzXSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJqxWOSzXSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2443491573045863256?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2443491573045863256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2443491573045863256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2443491573045863256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2443491573045863256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-day-two.html' title='Walking, Day Two'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-270029740638860127</id><published>2009-04-08T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:57:15.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Walkin on Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, April 8. 4:49 p.m. Jackson walks. He and I were home playing waiting for daddy to come home and playing his new favorite "I scream when we play with this" ball popper machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were picking the balls up and putting them back into the machine and dad came home from work. Jackson was about 3-4 feet away from me and had let go of the machine and was just standing there. So I put out my arms, with Jason standing about 10 feet behind me, and said, "Come and see me!" and he did! He took three steps all by himself and got to my arms and I scooped him up and we had a celebratory dance celebration in the kitchen. We do not yet have this on video but I bet we do by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fun begins....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-270029740638860127?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/270029740638860127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=270029740638860127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/270029740638860127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/270029740638860127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/walkin-on-sunshine.html' title='Walkin on Sunshine'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7640019960862163156</id><published>2009-04-08T14:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:27:09.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Haircut Again</title><content type='html'>I decided that with Easter and birthday coming up it was time for a real live haircut. We went today, and it was great. We walk in to hear the beautiful sounds of Miley Cyrus blaring at the Superior Lollilocks. No appointment though, and they were full, so we had to go back at 1 pm. So we did, and Jackson did great! He sat in the booster seat and "read" a book while Jackie the stylist sprayed his head and cut his little hairs. He even sat still for the buzzing clipper as she did a cleanup job on the back of his neck and around his ears. Photos will be up later when he is up from his nap but I didn't want to forget to post this. He was a great customer and she didn't charge us hardly anything since it took about 2 minutes and he sat still and let her work. Hooray for good behavior = saved money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7640019960862163156?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7640019960862163156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7640019960862163156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7640019960862163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7640019960862163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/haircut-again.html' title='Haircut Again'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4556404443380069332</id><published>2009-04-05T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:45:30.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does He Or Doesn't He?</title><content type='html'>Mean it. When he says mama or dada. He says it literally all the time. They are the only word sounding sounds he makes. Last night I was leaving and he looked right at me and said mama and smiled. He waves like a maniac and says mama. He shrieks and says dada. But it doesn&amp;#39;t seem that different from the first time he said either thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4556404443380069332?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4556404443380069332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4556404443380069332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4556404443380069332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4556404443380069332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-he-or-doesnt-he.html' title='Does He Or Doesn&apos;t He?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-9194117546802262714</id><published>2009-04-01T19:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:58:19.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not an Ear Infection</title><content type='html'>So today, on the eve of my son's 11 month birthday, I am here to report it's not an ear infection. It's a sinus infection...with a healthy dose of some BRUTAL teething. Poor little dude is all I can say. And the worst part is, it may not even just be the two front teeth...I think there might be two others joining the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on antibiotics, which have confirmed the sinus infection wholeheartedly. Now that his little passages aren't infected and swollen, the snot is literally POURING out of them. Keep Jackson in your thoughts...he could use some good vibes to help him sleep and eat without incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-9194117546802262714?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9194117546802262714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=9194117546802262714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/9194117546802262714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/9194117546802262714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-ear-infection.html' title='Not an Ear Infection'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-565707283925017606</id><published>2009-03-29T22:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:48:24.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Infection Number Two</title><content type='html'>I haven&amp;#39;t blogged via BlackBerry since the hospital when I had Jackson. Which is appropriate since today was as hard as the hospital was 11 months ago. Jackson was angry for 90% of the time he was awake. My child is never angry. He wasn&amp;#39;t into eating or playing. Just sleeping, crying and a form of whining. I realize teething hurts. But not this bad for him. Something was amiss. &lt;p&gt;Friday we saw the doc. Clogged tube but no infection. Wait and see if the fever develops. Well it did. As did eye goop. And puking again. So instead of drugs and happiness now, we get to wait until 9 am and see when they can fit us in to tell me what I already know. I&amp;#39;m annoyed. He saw it coming, it was Friday afternoon. Now we&amp;#39;ve spent a weekend with a pod person and presto now the ear infection is official and officially will mess up tomorrow. Why can&amp;#39;t I live next door to a pediatrician?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-565707283925017606?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/565707283925017606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=565707283925017606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/565707283925017606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/565707283925017606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ear-infection-number-two.html' title='Ear Infection Number Two'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6161933521200585611</id><published>2009-03-28T08:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:00:23.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysteries'/><title type='text'>Intolerable Cruelty</title><content type='html'>I think Jackson has a corn something. Intolerance or allergy. I don't know. Thursday night he threw up all over himself and his crib, so we held him out of school Friday and I stayed home with him since I had the day off. He drank a little pedialyte, ate a few saltines, a lot of banana, and almost a jar of banana peach oatmeal before crashing for a nap in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at lunch he had formula (not much) and I attempted some of his favorites...melon, shells and cheese, sweet potatoes, hummus (yes he loves hummus) but when we wouldn't eat any of those, I gave him some of the new Jumbo Rice Krispies, which he's been having this week (and loves) and hoped he would do better at snack time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't. It was a fight to get him to eat his bottle, which he eventually finished 5 of 6 ounces of. He didn't really want melon or any bread. But of course he wanted more of the Rice Krispies and took a bite of corn muffin. I finally got him to eat yogurt before we went to our doctor's appointment to have his ears checked, which came back negative. Then we came home and he drank his bottle, but was too exhausted to have any dinner so he went to bed at 6:30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10:30 I heard him waking up and being loud, so I went in there to check on him and picked him up to re-settle him in bed and heard his stomach rumble and he started to wretch. So I took him to the sink and he puked up some yellow gunk that looked like...well it looked like corn muffin batter actually...about 1-2 tablespoons worth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had mentioned to me that I was allergic to citrus, soy and corn when I was little, so I thought about any foods that we had recently introduced. Well, the Jumbo Rice Krispies...which it turns out aren't just rice. They also have corn. And he ate a LOT of them the last couple days. And some corn muffins that I made him because he seemed to like them before and there were no issues and we've been trying to diversify his menu options lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Jason gave him his bottle, which he pounded and promptly threw up all over the place. I guess his tummy was still mad about Jumbo Corn Krispies. But then he was all about saltines and bananas again (he ate like half a banana), and hasn't shown any side effects or threw up since then.  The doctor's office opens in about three minutes...I guess I'll call and see what they have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6161933521200585611?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6161933521200585611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6161933521200585611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6161933521200585611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6161933521200585611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/intolerable-cruelty.html' title='Intolerable Cruelty'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4553208876985444146</id><published>2009-03-28T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:49:33.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>Jackson waved bye bye. It's one of those things you do all the time to try and get them to do, but they don't do it. Then yesterday, my mom came up to hang out with him. I was supposed to have Friday off as it's CU's spring break, but Jackson threw up all over himself Thursday night so I wasn't about to send him to day care without knowing what the deal was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came up and I spent my day off going and running at the gym, walking through our ghetto mall in Longmont and buying groceries at Target. I did find a darling outfit for him for Easter so that was a plus. I got home, Jackson wasn't feeling much like eating anything (more on that later), so we played and then it was time for grandma to go home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the door and said bye bye Jackson and waved. And I saw him make a motion like he was going to wave. So we kept saying bye bye and sure enough, he lifted up his sweet little arm and waved bye bye to Grandma. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4553208876985444146?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4553208876985444146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4553208876985444146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4553208876985444146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4553208876985444146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4529899870195026060</id><published>2009-03-22T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:40:58.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Scb1s8UmCjI/AAAAAAAAL-U/a4CW0DKAS-w/s1600-h/jacksonyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Scb1s8UmCjI/AAAAAAAAL-U/a4CW0DKAS-w/s400/jacksonyard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316206562613004850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo depicts a happy and fun Jackson. We spent some time with my parents in Lakewood and Jason and I went to the movies last night. Things were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, not so great. But overcomeable (that's a new word I just made up). Went to the park, went and ran errands. Then he got up from his afternoon nap and was inconsolable. Front teeth are en route. Jason then tried to make us burgers and the grill was out of gas. So he went and got some. Then the grill still wouldn't work. But Jackson ate a bunch of melon and bread and took a bath and is sound asleep...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4529899870195026060?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4529899870195026060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4529899870195026060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4529899870195026060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4529899870195026060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/teething-bites.html' title='Teething Bites'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/Scb1s8UmCjI/AAAAAAAAL-U/a4CW0DKAS-w/s72-c/jacksonyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5064257464745713763</id><published>2009-03-19T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:24:04.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Live</title><content type='html'>The clapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGYx55wObjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGYx55wObjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5064257464745713763?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5064257464745713763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5064257464745713763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5064257464745713763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5064257464745713763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/jackson-live.html' title='Jackson Live'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2453463877069501179</id><published>2009-03-15T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:57:50.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Sound of One Hand Clapping</title><content type='html'>Jackson has started clapping. In his own special way. We noticed it Thursday night as we were eating dinner. He started smacking one first with one hand and smiling and Jason asked me if it was sign language or he was giving us the bird in his own special way. It took a few minutes...and then we realized that he is clapping! Adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2453463877069501179?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2453463877069501179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2453463877069501179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2453463877069501179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2453463877069501179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-sound-of-one-hand-clapping.html' title='What is the Sound of One Hand Clapping'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4732931714898791277</id><published>2009-03-15T19:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:53:14.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Digger</title><content type='html'>A milestone we'd all prefer not to experience. Jackson took a digger at school. Was doing his cruising around the cabinets at school and slipped and whacked his head on an edge of the cabinets. Nice little nugget on his head with an abrasion to match. I didn't handle it well. I was super pissed at no one and upset and I was glad that when I arrived there to check on him, he let me hold on to him forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4732931714898791277?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4732931714898791277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4732931714898791277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4732931714898791277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4732931714898791277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/digger.html' title='Digger'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6540662703393067597</id><published>2009-03-11T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:48:17.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naps'/><title type='text'>Hooray for Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SbiF-A-NiqI/AAAAAAAALeU/qmY_9tFSvwo/s1600-h/IMGP2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SbiF-A-NiqI/AAAAAAAALeU/qmY_9tFSvwo/s400/IMGP2271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312143060942817954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray! Jackson is healthy. I have now officially jinxed it. He will be sick immediately. He is a whole different guy when he is healthy...its been so long I forgot. He went for his first ride in a swing, his first time in a jumping castle, and today he crawled all over the play area at the mall. He's down to really one solid nap a day and sometimes he'll take a shorty before dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6540662703393067597?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6540662703393067597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6540662703393067597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6540662703393067597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6540662703393067597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooray-for-health.html' title='Hooray for Health'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SbiF-A-NiqI/AAAAAAAALeU/qmY_9tFSvwo/s72-c/IMGP2271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8640385384019957235</id><published>2009-03-05T15:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:53:08.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Infection #1</title><content type='html'>As a child, I was the poster child for ear infections. Apparently, they were a major problem for me from age two months to like age four. My mom now attributes it to a early childhood allergy to citrus and soy, but that doesn't change the fact that I was on antibiotics for the better part of my toddlerhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, as you all know, is sick constantly. Usually it's a cold, which of course we can do nothing about other than Tylenol and time. Which is like the most lame ass thing ever and doesn't make Jason and I feel good about things EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he got another cold as I wrote in my last entry and day care called to let me know he had a slight fever. Not so much that I had to go get him, but you know, enough to call. I went and got him anyways and we went home. Then I was up all night trying to help him with his fabulous cough, and Wednesday morning was business as usual. Then he took a ridiculous nap and woke up at like 2:45 and his eyes were FOUL. Uh uh. I'm not doing pink eye. So we called the doc, and got in at 3:45. The result: ear infection and antibiotics. You hate for your kid to be sick, but you're glad it has a name and a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I took the elevator down to the pharmacy, where I filled the prescription immediately and decided we would go ahead and dose him up right in the BCH lobby. The funniest thing happened. I opened his bottle of pink amoxicillin and it struck me IMMEDIATELY. I know this smell. I remember this. My mom informed me that I hated the pink amoxicillin. I obviously didn't taste his medicine as he needs it all, but I have to say, the instantaneous recollection of the smell of that stuff really was interesting to me. I probably hadn't smelled it in 28 years but man, I remembered that smell. To me, it smells like fake bananas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8640385384019957235?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8640385384019957235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8640385384019957235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8640385384019957235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8640385384019957235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ear-infection-1.html' title='Ear Infection #1'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1078912434065300824</id><published>2009-03-03T15:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:18:16.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>10 Months Old</title><content type='html'>My child is 10 months old. How is this possible? As each monthly milestone passes, I keep thinking back to the days when the boy couldn't do anything. I'm not going to recap it again...but wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWNpfwKLS7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWNpfwKLS7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can throw! He attempts to play a form of catch with his father. Jackson can't catch because he's not coordinated enough, and Jason can't catch because Jackson's throws are beyond errant. But they try. And it's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 70 degrees here (!) and we get to take Jackson on walks after work, which is so nice. He is doing well at day care, although I swear we had our first consecutive days without cold symptoms this past weekend and now they are back. And of course even as I type this, his day care calls and he has a slight fever. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1078912434065300824?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1078912434065300824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1078912434065300824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1078912434065300824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1078912434065300824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-months-old.html' title='10 Months Old'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-3042652459224567590</id><published>2009-03-01T19:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:28:44.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Slacker Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SatEFiOofDI/AAAAAAAALRY/pGO9U6qwjvA/s1600-h/IMGP2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SatEFiOofDI/AAAAAAAALRY/pGO9U6qwjvA/s200/IMGP2255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308411447664475186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a total slacker lately on the blog due mostly to travel, work and illness in the house. But on this, the eve of my son's 10 month birthday, I feel it's high time for some updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Mr. Cruise. He has also learned to throw, and plays a baby version of catch where he attempts to throw to his dad, who then rolls it back to him. My perfect eater has become a little finicky from time to time, which is what I deserve given that I am THE pickiest eater on earth. At least I can say, "I don't want that" whereas he can't tell me until I've opened the jar, he's taken a bite, and isn't feeling it. I'm hoping it's a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is getting good at feeding himself. Today it was carrots and potatoes, and some weird freeze dried yogurt pieces. He did well. He also likes to try to feed me cheerios, and he now tries to fake me out and offer it and then pull it away. I do not know where he learned this game as that's even too evil for me to pull on a 10 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had another taste of single parenting as Jason went skiing. I was home basically alone with him from Thursday until this afternoon. Sally O'Malley came up and was a temporary babysitter so I could run to the store quickly instead of deliberately, which was great. But I do wonder how single parents do it.  I guess you just do it...you don't have another choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to crawl places he shouldn't. Like the kitchen. It's not 100% ready for primetime just yet.  It's a work in progress...just like everything else. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-3042652459224567590?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3042652459224567590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=3042652459224567590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3042652459224567590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3042652459224567590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/slacker-mom.html' title='Slacker Mom'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SatEFiOofDI/AAAAAAAALRY/pGO9U6qwjvA/s72-c/IMGP2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2053837577863689135</id><published>2009-02-26T20:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:47:56.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch Ch Ch Changes</title><content type='html'>So I think a lot changes in four days.  Coming home from being gone was pretty weird.  I was very excited to come home and see everyone, but I was very excited to see Jackson since it was the first time I had really been away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New noises. New crazy behavior in the high chair. More skilled eating with hands. A different laugh. Not sure if it's just me, or if it's real stuff...but it sure seems real to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2053837577863689135?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2053837577863689135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2053837577863689135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2053837577863689135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2053837577863689135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch Ch Ch Changes'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6378311685023419699</id><published>2009-02-21T19:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:45:22.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin On A Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow, I take my first flight in over a year, my first *real* trip away from Jackson.  I'm going to California for work. Jason's parents are here to help him out while I am away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous to leave him, but he will be in good hands obviously. I'm glad he won't be at school, which has felt like a petri dish lately because my child seems to be sick every other week. So maybe when I come home he will be well? A girl can dream. I'll check in to the blog soon with an update on how I'm doing...and how Jackson is doing with out his "mama" and how his Dad is doing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6378311685023419699?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6378311685023419699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6378311685023419699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6378311685023419699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6378311685023419699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leavin On A Jet Plane'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-3671659181815624790</id><published>2009-02-18T17:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:35:17.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>I love Diapers.com. I love them. They have a great variety of the brand of food Jackson likes, they take manufacturers coupons, I get credits if my friends use our coupon code (jacksonlew, incidentally) and they ship for free at $49 bucks, which let's face it, that's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do Earth's Best food. He likes it, they have lots of variety. Unfortunately that variety can't be found anywhere in a single store. A few things at one store, a few at another. The most variety is at like Vitamin Cottage, and it's ridiculously expensive there so that's out. So we order the food and his diapers and now, other accessories there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first started using it in May, it was basically diapers, and then a few brands of other things. Now they have everything. So congrats to them on expanding their business and hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-3671659181815624790?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3671659181815624790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=3671659181815624790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3671659181815624790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/3671659181815624790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5832870756141297822</id><published>2009-02-17T22:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:40:01.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Are You Talking to Me?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Jackson said the word mama. It was a pivotal epic moment in my life. Did he mean it? I seriously doubt it. Did he look right at me and very carefully enunciate two syllables? Yes he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson had school closed for the holiday, but I did not. So my mom watched him all morning and much of the afternoon. Then I came home to prepare for a meeting and take over, and I was feeding him a nice big snack at about 3:30 pm. I paused from shoveling the food into his mouth to take a sip of water and while I wasn't looking at him, he just said, "Mama." That was it. Not mamamamamamamamamamamamammaa. Not mama followed by bljounoeuwounlkjouiojlajsdas.  Just mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, Mama? Did you just say Mama? Were you talking to me? Trying desperately to get him to say it again, which to me would at that moment have validated it, etc. But he waited a bit to say it. But he did smile and laugh, because he knew that he just made my...well I don't know. More than my day, more than my year. It was just awesome. Hooray! Mama! That's me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5832870756141297822?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5832870756141297822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5832870756141297822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5832870756141297822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5832870756141297822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-talking-to-me.html' title='Are You Talking to Me?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2003788194385647546</id><published>2009-02-17T22:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:36:07.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Please Not Again</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously starting to dread beyond dread when school calls me at work. Because it means Jackson is sick. Again. This time, a small fever.  I didn't have to get him because there were no other symptoms and such, but seriously. This child is going to have to move into a bubble because his father and I are at the end of our ropes with this constant cold.  He's much better tonight, but it doesn't roll back the clock on the "what are we in for this time" thoughts we both inevitably get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2003788194385647546?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2003788194385647546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2003788194385647546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2003788194385647546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2003788194385647546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-not-again.html' title='Please Not Again'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7062289103994354623</id><published>2009-02-12T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:23:55.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysteries'/><title type='text'>Crazy Train</title><content type='html'>Jackson was in rare, rare, rare form tonight.  He had a pretty good day at school. Didn't take amazing naps, but got a bit of sleep. When I arrived to pick him up at 4:30, his teacher said that he had, "An active day" which is a fairly normal thing to say. Jason and I would soon learn what she meant by this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he got home and made it clear he wasn't going to nap. This started on the changing table, when he was basically flailing uncontrollably and laughing while Jason changed his diaper. Then we gave him some yogurt, as lately he doesn't seem to have a full enough tummy in the afternoon to take a nap. He had a whole thing of yogurt and we put him down at 5:30. He sat in his crib and laughed. So we got him back and decided to go ahead and do a bottle at 6.  Then we played until 6:30.  During play time, he FOUR TIMES went over to the only really, really banned thing in our house, the fireplace. The bottom piece of the fireplace can fall open with little effort, and that's not okay to play with. So when we told him no, he would turn around and laugh in our faces, and then continue to play. Needless to say, we tried the minute of solo time in the crib without toys and stuff to get him to do something other than play with the fireplace. It worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he ate an entire jar of chicken mango risotto. And then played in his chair and when I would look through his play tree, he would stick his hand back through the other way and laugh hysterically. By now it's after seven, and it's clearly time for beddy by. He didn't go down easy but he did go down eventually...it was a banner evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7062289103994354623?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7062289103994354623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7062289103994354623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7062289103994354623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7062289103994354623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-train.html' title='Crazy Train'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5223942289465816436</id><published>2009-02-09T10:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:08.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Comb-over Be Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SZBqffrujQI/AAAAAAAAK9Y/tOenHOaCEJs/s1600-h/IMG00046-20090101-1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SZBqffrujQI/AAAAAAAAK9Y/tOenHOaCEJs/s200/IMG00046-20090101-1255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300853850728467714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has had the worst combover ever going for awhile on the back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to address it yesterday while visiting grandma and grandpa in Lakewood. Grandpa used to cut hair when he was in the army, and he used to cut my brother Eric's hair, so I asked if he would try cutting Jackson's hair. It wasn't even very much, but it made a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxIQ0hjAekg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxIQ0hjAekg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5223942289465816436?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5223942289465816436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5223942289465816436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5223942289465816436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5223942289465816436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/comb-over-be-gone.html' title='Comb-over Be Gone!'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SZBqffrujQI/AAAAAAAAK9Y/tOenHOaCEJs/s72-c/IMG00046-20090101-1255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1407229331427940680</id><published>2009-02-05T20:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:03.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Checkup Time</title><content type='html'>We were back at the doctor again, this time for Jackson's well-child exam for nine months. We knew in advance it would be a shot-free appointment, which I was happy about and I'm sure Jackson was relieved about as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is up to 28.5 inches long, 19 pounds, 15 ounces and his head is...well big.  Jackson lost some weight with his bout with a virus last week...he was well over 21 pounds not even two weeks ago, so that's a bit of a bummer.  But he did very well.  Tonight he fed himself some chunks of baked potato and pigged out on chicken and apple compote baby food.  It was a fun night and it's nice to have a relatively healthy lad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1407229331427940680?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1407229331427940680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1407229331427940680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1407229331427940680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1407229331427940680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/checkup-time.html' title='Checkup Time'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5740068554930896373</id><published>2009-02-03T21:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:03.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Stair Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SYkZjOxTOFI/AAAAAAAAK2M/STE0oPwnqbw/s1600-h/IMGP2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SYkZjOxTOFI/AAAAAAAAK2M/STE0oPwnqbw/s400/IMGP2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298794529629091922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the great fever epidemic of February 2009 has come to a close. At least this version has.  Jackson has recovered thanks to some TLC from his grandpa who came to stay with him yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to share a fun detail...which is that Jackson climbed stairs on February 1 at my parents house. Yeah, it was only two stairs...but he climbed them. Watch out world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5740068554930896373?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5740068554930896373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5740068554930896373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5740068554930896373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5740068554930896373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/stair-master.html' title='Stair Master'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SYkZjOxTOFI/AAAAAAAAK2M/STE0oPwnqbw/s72-c/IMGP2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1997575324574493743</id><published>2009-02-02T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:16.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Nine Months</title><content type='html'>Today is Jackson's nine month birthday. I wish we were celebrating with much fanfare and excitement, but honestly Jason and I are just wondering how high his fever will get tonight.  He's been having night fevers since Friday...so far his PR is 103.8. Last night it was 102.6. Tonight...only time will tell.  Usually it starts at about 9 pm so we are enjoying our brief time without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to get photos taken yesterday but we had to cancel because he wasn't doing so hot.  Today grandpa came up and stayed with him until it was time to go to the doctor because Jason and I had big days at work today, and gramps is going to come back tomorrow, which we really appreciate.  It's so fun watching Jackson and my parents...it's a side of your parents that you pretty much have no memory of for yourself.  My dad was laughing at Jackson on Sunday morning and he just was so enthralled and I said, "Kinda makes you wonder what you ever did before he came along, doesn't it?" which is I think a feeling we all can relate to.  My mom had him on Saturday at the game while I was working and she is the only person that can get him to fall asleep sitting on her lap...she's like baby Yoda when it comes to Jackson and strange napping opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, the last two nights of trying to get his fever to a point where he would sleep have been two of the top 10 most brutal.  It's just exhausting. But when we were just playing with him tonight...he has a way to make me forget what I went through the night before and what assuredly awaits later this evening and just bask in the glory of his adorableness. Gosh what a cute kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1997575324574493743?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1997575324574493743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1997575324574493743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1997575324574493743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1997575324574493743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/nine-months.html' title='Nine Months'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7015597360272048376</id><published>2009-01-30T21:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:41.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naps'/><title type='text'>It Just Doesn't Matter</title><content type='html'>Regardless of how he is supposed to sleep, Jackson is going to sleep on his tummy with his butt sticking in the air.  It doesn't matter how we put him in the crib, what he's wearing, which blanket, which pacifier or no pacifier.  On face, on tummy, butts up. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7015597360272048376?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7015597360272048376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7015597360272048376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7015597360272048376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7015597360272048376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-just-doesnt-matter.html' title='It Just Doesn&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2670484885082565661</id><published>2009-01-30T09:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:44:35.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>The Baby Gourmet</title><content type='html'>So we're still on jarred foods for most of what Jackson is eating solids-wise.  He can now feed himself cheerios and eat various foods...well mostly carbs...but also bananas, etc.  We haven't had the fortitude to attempt anything too crazy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of was getting sick of feeding him the same stuff all the time. Turkey and vegetables. Chicken and sweet potatoes. Beef with carrots and corn. Rice and lentils. That was basically our dinner time rotation. So I got online to see what Earth's Best had out there, and I discover their Gourmet line and their Antioxidant line. I figured, what the hell, let's go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result? Jackson is becoming a food snob. Wednesday night he had "Tender Beef with Spinach" and yesterday at school he had "Chicken and Mango Risotto" and then when we tried good old Turkey and Vegetables? Negative. Breakfast? Banana and Mango antioxidant blend. Yes. Done. I am very glad he likes some different foods...he is already doing way better than mom is on the food experimentation...maybe I'll get ambitious this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2670484885082565661?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2670484885082565661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2670484885082565661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2670484885082565661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2670484885082565661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-gourmet.html' title='The Baby Gourmet'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-7373764240938756508</id><published>2009-01-25T12:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:38:52.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naps'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Musings</title><content type='html'>Greetings from snowy Colorado. It's beautiful here as always.  People don't believe me when I tell them, but hello, it was 70 degrees on Thursday and now it's snowing. Last weekend Jason went skiing and had a picnic in the park on the same day. It's the greatest place there is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week of inconsistent naps.  At school this week he had two days of a TOTAL of one hour of naps.  Yeah, that's not really going to work for me. Jackson has averaged about 5 hours of naps a day for a very long time, so when he gets ONE hour in, needless to say he's unpleasant when its time to go home.  Not to mention it causes him to wake up a lot at nighttime, so I've been dedicating myself to trying to figure out what is going on there. The teachers are doing their best and it's obviously not their fault...I just need to help Jackson figure out what's going on so he can have good naps and good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an epic nap day. He slept until 730 am, then took three naps that were minimum 90 minutes during the day. That's amazing, and his sleep last night for sure reflected his good sleep during the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jason played Mr. Mom while I worked at CU and then went for a girls night out with my indoor team plus ones.  It was actually more plus ones than teammates, but that was okay. We hit the Rio and then went to the Outback Saloon for some karaoke, which I can't lie is like one of my favorite activities.  I have a knack for convincing people who are adamant that they will NOT sing that they need to sing and they usually do. It's all about finding that perfect song, and when in doubt, call on Abba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-7373764240938756508?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7373764240938756508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=7373764240938756508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7373764240938756508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/7373764240938756508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-afternoon-musings.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Musings'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-4031194116272456607</id><published>2009-01-20T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:57.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Daredevil</title><content type='html'>Jackson apparently thinks he doesn't need to hold on to things when he stands up at school. His latest endeavor is pulling up on the exersaucer at school, standing there, and then letting go, thinking he can continue to stand there on his own. He hasn't developed that strong of balance just yet so this is not a good idea.  His teachers have to watch him like a hawk and make some diving catches so he doesn't bash his head anywhere. Super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-4031194116272456607?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4031194116272456607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=4031194116272456607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4031194116272456607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/4031194116272456607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/daredevil.html' title='Daredevil'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6887574641290772873</id><published>2009-01-19T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:27:17.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are These?</title><content type='html'>They are teeth, Jackson. And you have two of them, right in front, on the bottom of your mouth.  And now, when you put your fingers in your mouth and bite down hard, it will no longer be a soothing experience. It will hurt. As you learned tonight. I do not know if this is a lesson that you will need to teach yourself repeatedly, or if it is something you will learn quickly. In any case, now you have teeth and biting on your fingers will not be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6887574641290772873?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6887574641290772873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6887574641290772873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6887574641290772873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6887574641290772873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-these.html' title='What Are These?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5571573053435974117</id><published>2009-01-16T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:53:21.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Report</title><content type='html'>It's been a boring week in the Lew casa! Jackson is doing much of the same...crawling, sitting, drooling, teething, eating, sleeping, peeing and pooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real extra pulling up, or super fast crawling, or incidents to report. The most exciting thing is he had graham crackers and yogurt at school, which is nothing that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most exciting thing is there isn't anything exciting, which is different for a change from what's gone on lately.  Happy weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5571573053435974117?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5571573053435974117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5571573053435974117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5571573053435974117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5571573053435974117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-to-report.html' title='Nothing to Report'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-994447828838686265</id><published>2009-01-11T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:44:42.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Self Service</title><content type='html'>We've been experimenting with Jackson and finger foods for a little while now. He has always been interested enough to push them around his tray, and usually will pick them up.  He has been known to use the pincer from time to time. But when he actually decided he wanted to put the foods into his mouth, usually he would grab them with his fist, put his whole fist in his mouth, and attempt to put the food in that way.  Then he would take the fist out and the food would drop for either us to clean it up or for Buffy the Dog to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at dinner at grandma and grandpa's house, he successfully transferred food from tray to hand to mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.  Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-994447828838686265?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/994447828838686265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=994447828838686265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/994447828838686265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/994447828838686265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-service.html' title='Self Service'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8614596107475439071</id><published>2009-01-09T14:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:44:42.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Chew This</title><content type='html'>Hooray for chewing! Last night we were all sitting on the floor watching that game, and we let Jackson go to town on a teething biscuit during our dinner.  He finally did actually go to town and actually gnawed on it to the point that it required chewing.  He never got anything to the point of swallowing, but it did lead me to try some more finger foods today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been putting Cheerios on his tray for like two weeks, and while he can pick things up using his thumb and finger, he doesn't have a lot of interest in putting such things in his mouth.  Jason has a banana basically every morning, so today I took a slice and cut it into little Jackson-sized pieces.  He played with them, but again wasn't super-motivated to eat them. Which surprises me, because he puts literally EVERYTHING into his mouth. I have an exercise ball in the basement which is two feet tall and all he does is try and take bites out of it, so I find it odd that he won't put something clearly sized for his mouth actually into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few minutes of watching him push banana pieces around, I held one out for him to try.  He kept it in his mouth and chewed on it for, oh, five minutes or so and then swallowed it without incident.  Then did it one more time before he had enough.  In any case, the little monkey seemed to like the bananas and hopefully we can start progressing him to chunkier foods and he will enjoy it.  Really I just want him to feed himself one so we can cheer that he did that and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone three straight nights without his 10 pm bottle, so it looks like we're doing okay there. He does wake up a little bit at like 3 am, which I think he did before but now I'm just extra-sensitive hearing-wise because I'm jumpy about him maybe wanting food. We'll see. He's for sure eating in the mornings like an absolute champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8614596107475439071?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8614596107475439071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8614596107475439071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8614596107475439071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8614596107475439071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/chew-this.html' title='Chew This'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5314167383944931766</id><published>2009-01-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:44:27.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Just Keep Swimming...</title><content type='html'>Jackson attended his first swim lesson on Wednesday night at the Longmont YMCA. Jason loves swimming and I do not, so we decided that swim lessons would be his thing, but there was no way I was going to miss the first one.  There were two other children in the class with them so it was a nice little class with a very nice teacher.  Jackson got to float, move around in the water, go through a hoop and lots of other things. He seemed to do very well right up until the end...he got a little cold.  Oh and then afterwards he had a meltdown for no reason we could ascertain. But other than that, it was a total success.  Thrilling video footage to come later on youtube/leabuff.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SWYgtQJj2GI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/4fp6avO2oYs/s1600-h/IMGP2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SWYgtQJj2GI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/4fp6avO2oYs/s320/IMGP2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5314167383944931766?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5314167383944931766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5314167383944931766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5314167383944931766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5314167383944931766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just Keep Swimming...'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SWYgtQJj2GI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/4fp6avO2oYs/s72-c/IMGP2046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8042680212474930888</id><published>2009-01-06T20:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:44:50.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysteries'/><title type='text'>Naps Are For Sissies</title><content type='html'>Is apparently the mantra of my child today.  Jackson is approaching the time when three naps ought to become two, but we're having a hard time figuring out which one will be the one to go.  Sometimes, it's the morning nap. Sometimes, it's his late afternoon nap. Sometimes, it's his middle of the day nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working on finding a consistent dinner time and bed time regardless of what has gone on that day as a starting off point. That is becoming 6 pm and 7 pm right now, but that too fluctuates.  He typically has breakfast at 7 am, which consists of a bottle and some fruit and cereal.  Then if it is a home day, he goes down for a nap at 9 or 9:30 am.  Then he usually has lunch at 11, then crashes at 12:30 and sleeps until about 2.   Then he has a bottle, usually is good for about two hours and then gets fussy and tired at about 4 and crashes for another two hours. Then it's dinner, play time, bath and story and bedtime.  He occasionally and usually still is half to full waking at 10 ish for another snack, which is probably the first thing that we need to push him to give up and will do so more insistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see where the chips fall once that falls by the wayside.  The issue is that when he's at school the aforementioned atomic clock accurate schedule that he has adopted goes completely by the wayside.  Sometimes for no reason, sometimes for some reason, sometimes for the kid in his room that thinks shrieking as loud as possible is a super fun game to play in the nap area when my child is finally asleep. Hell if I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to his first swim lessons tomorrow night at 6:30 throwing the entire thing into chaos. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8042680212474930888?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8042680212474930888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8042680212474930888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8042680212474930888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8042680212474930888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/naps-are-for-sissies.html' title='Naps Are For Sissies'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5676470337377799298</id><published>2009-01-05T19:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:45:17.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Must Be All Those Crunches</title><content type='html'>So yet another first for the Lew family.  Jackson has been napping poorly of late during the day, he's probably ready to drop a nap but I'm struggling to figure out where we're gonna drop one because they are very inconsistent. I'll figure it out. Anyways, we got home from school and work at about 5:30, so I decided to see if he would take a quickie before his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell asleep basically immediately. So Jason and I reheated some pizza and had some salads and starting to eat our dinner and of course about 6:25 he started squawking. So I went upstairs to find him sitting up in the middle of his crib chewing on his blanket! So that would be the first time Jackson has been discovered in the upright position in his crib.  Not sure what will come next, tooth number 2 (immediately next to what has been dubbed tooth number 1) or standing in the crib. We'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5676470337377799298?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5676470337377799298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5676470337377799298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5676470337377799298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5676470337377799298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/must-be-all-those-crunches.html' title='Must Be All Those Crunches'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2994382867720793838</id><published>2009-01-05T09:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:45:06.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>When It Rains...</title><content type='html'>It pours! Jackson seems to literally be doing something new everyday.  On Friday it was crawling. Then yesterday, he successfully pulled himself up to standing.  Jason and I joke that it seems like everyday he is doing something new, but seriously....everyday he is doing something new. It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never even really tried to pull himself up.  He tried Saturday night, he tried Sunday morning, and then finally yesterday afternoon he did it. It's crazy. How fast they learn is really something to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we hope he will get a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2994382867720793838?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2994382867720793838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2994382867720793838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2994382867720793838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2994382867720793838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-it-rains.html' title='When It Rains...'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6586746875826245658</id><published>2009-01-03T14:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:22:00.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>We're Mobile</title><content type='html'>Jackson has officially crawled. It's not Pampers commercial quality crawling, but it was crawling and he is still doing it today. It happened last night, and we happened to catch the occasion on video, which we are pretty thrilled about.  He starts and stops and has some Army-style crawling in there, but he still did it and it's very fun.  There are other videos of it on You Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppvXtGY72h8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppvXtGY72h8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been continuing our babyproofing as we rented a storage unit and put lots of things in it that were either cluttering our existence or would have been hazardous to our wee man and could be replaced with other things in the house that were less hazardous. For example, we now have the coffee table that was in my parents house when I was a baby. It's a funky old table and it's tiny and light, but it's easier to move for us and smaller so we have more room to play on our main level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6586746875826245658?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6586746875826245658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6586746875826245658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6586746875826245658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6586746875826245658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-mobile.html' title='We&apos;re Mobile'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6852004098953511679</id><published>2009-01-02T09:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:50:12.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>8 Months Later</title><content type='html'>So our boy is eight months old today. It seems more noteworthy to me today because it's a Friday and he was born on a Friday...even though it's not. I simply cannot fathom that it has been eight months since Jackson joined us.  It often feels like he squeezed out last week, though his father would disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, Happy Eight Months Jackson...we love you plum :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SV5Fra8uJ7I/AAAAAAAAKIU/vl4_UhK8FuI/s1600-h/IMGP2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SV5Fra8uJ7I/AAAAAAAAKIU/vl4_UhK8FuI/s400/IMGP2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739624850237362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6852004098953511679?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6852004098953511679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6852004098953511679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6852004098953511679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6852004098953511679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-months-later.html' title='8 Months Later'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SV5Fra8uJ7I/AAAAAAAAKIU/vl4_UhK8FuI/s72-c/IMGP2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-6297116890162099802</id><published>2009-01-01T14:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:56:41.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! We celebrated by being asleep at midnight. Hooray us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we really wanted to get out of the house so we took a trip to the mall. It's so pathetic, but what can you do. So we took Jackson to the play area at Flatiron Crossing. I take him all the way to the back no one is ever back there except crazy little kids that almost trample him. It was a harrowing experience for his father, who had not yet dared to enter the kiddie area at our mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to sit down, and this man turns to his wife after watching some kids play in front of him, "Thank God we only had girls. What would we do with boys?" because there was some boisterous play going on with the wee lads.  I thought about that statement, and what prompted it, and you know what, I say WHATEVER to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a freaking maniac as a child. I do not know how my parents survived...or I guess more accurately, how I survived because I was a Grade A pain in the ass.  Apparently I required constant interaction and didn't do a lot of playing independently. My brother on the other hand...we would have to go into his room to make sure he was still alive because he did so well on his own. He would sit on the floor of his room and play with toys by himself for hours, and then just fall asleep on the floor for his nap. He has always done better taking care of and entertaining himself than I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it seems that is rocking milestones daily! Today he pulled himself up to sitting from laying down for the first time that we know of. Any bets on when he'll crawl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-6297116890162099802?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6297116890162099802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=6297116890162099802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6297116890162099802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/6297116890162099802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5522585939023622396</id><published>2008-12-31T10:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:29:39.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year In Review</title><content type='html'>Oh it's the last day of the year, so I might as well get on the bandwagon and do my Lew family year in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Introduction of Little Man blog. I get a new job as Director of Strategic Sales and Communication at CU Athletics. Jason wins dodgeball championship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: Another month with a grand total of one blog post. Jason assembles Little Man Lew's crib and other accoutrement for his room. Double root canal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: Baby shower(s) with Chickfila and CU. Amazing childbirth classes, where we meet friends Beth and Steph and husbands. Juno. Dedication to an epidural. Painting the room. WNIT. Visits from Jason's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: Baby Mama. First kid born from childbirth class. Braxton Hicks. Baby pool at work. CU football spring game featuring debut of Ralphie V. Our last month of a two person family. At last doctor appointment on April 30, we schedule induction for May 6. We didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: On day two this month&lt;a href="http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html"&gt; we welcome&lt;/a&gt; Jackson Conrad Lew to the world. Home at last. Circumcision (ouch).  First trip out. Lews visit. First Mother's Day! Jason back to work. Big 12 Track! First online videos of Jackson posted. Meeting the Anhold family. Baby Bjorn trips. Jason's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Lifting of head. One month old. First trip to IBM and to CU main campus. First girls night out. First smile! First Father's Day! Lew and Davis families visit. Mom back to exercise and first soccer games. Cooing. Mice at work. Baby class reunion, take 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: Shots. Fourth of July outing in the park and fireworks. First time sick. Escaping the swaddler. Ed and Kristen's wedding. Blackhawk. Mamma Mia. My birthday. Turned around in the crib for the first time. Football 101. First time sleeping through the night (930 pm-6 am!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:  First studio photos (ha!). Back to work for me. Boulder County Fair. First time rolling over. Sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: First solids (cereal) and first real food (sweet potatoes). Attempt at first CU football game. More sick. Maybe rolled from tummy to back, maybe not. Baby picnic, take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: Real roll over from back to tummy. Uncle Eric and Aunt Jennie's wedding. Meeting his great grandma Dot and lots of aunts and uncles and cousins. Grabbing feet. Raspberries. Real rolling over. Jason to Indiana. Halloween and trick or treating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Six months old. Second studio photos. Election! Sitting up on his own. Horrible, horrible sickness hits entire family. Stage 2 foods. Splashing in the tub. Thanksgiving and first meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: Attempt at Cheerios. Photo with Santa.  On again, off again 10 pm bottles. Light parade in Longmont. Tortured toenails from jumperoo. Teething..is he or isn't he? He is. Throwing up in mommy's mouth. Christmas! Almost crawling. And on the last day of the new year...clicking his tongue and using his pincers on cheerios for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year...I will miss 2008, the most special year of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5522585939023622396?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5522585939023622396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5522585939023622396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5522585939023622396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5522585939023622396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-in-review.html' title='Year In Review'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2403351602676007580</id><published>2008-12-30T11:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:24:10.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is No News</title><content type='html'>Not much going on in Jackson land really. He still has his two lower front teeth that are just sitting there. Tiny little nubbins that if you feel them with your finger they are for sure the tops of his teeth and to an unseasoned veteran of teething they feel like they are through to me. But they haven't sprouted upward yet really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had ridiculous winds that continue still in Boulder. So I didn't get much sleep but Jackson and Jason both did. I was so desperate I even attempted to sleep in the spare bed in Jackson's room while he was in there, but no dice Chicago.  Jackson didn't seem bothered by them but for the second night in a row has awakened at 5:30 am with a ridiculously full pee diaper that I can't blame him for not sleeping through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2403351602676007580?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2403351602676007580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2403351602676007580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2403351602676007580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2403351602676007580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-news-is-no-news.html' title='No News is No News'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2683985761690468964</id><published>2008-12-29T14:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:45:53.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Topic'/><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>I hate Microsoft and Microsoft/MSN customer service.  Without going into too much detail, I tried to cancel a monthly service I had subscribed to for $14.99 a month on November 13.  I have subsequently been billed twice by them for it and it was not until I called my credit card company to dispute the charges did I get the phone number. Not that I didn't try to find a phone number or an email address or a contact form for MSN Games for like an hour. F. Not even by Googling it could I find a phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Microsoft MSN customer service and blah blah blah after talking to a supervisor I got them to give me back one of the two disputed months of charges and she would not cave on the other.  So I'm going to weigh my options and have yet to decide if I'm going to call my cc company and make them dispute the charge or call back Microsoft MSN customer service and make them give me the charge, but in the meantime, for all of you out there googling those jerks here are two Microsoft MSN customer service phone numbers that I couldn't find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone number to contact MSN customer service (JUST PRESS 0 when you call): 1-800-386-5550&lt;br /&gt;MSN Billing Inquiries (1-866-672-4551)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I say hi. Jerks. We now return to our regularly scheduled topics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2683985761690468964?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2683985761690468964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2683985761690468964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2683985761690468964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2683985761690468964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-8802962208605117967</id><published>2008-12-26T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:07:47.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempting to Crawl</title><content type='html'>Key concept here is attempting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vEq9K4fb1ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vEq9K4fb1ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-8802962208605117967?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8802962208605117967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=8802962208605117967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8802962208605117967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/8802962208605117967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/attempting-to-crawl.html' title='Attempting to Crawl'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5538281311937902586</id><published>2008-12-26T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:20:42.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SVUDlMk9rtI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/494JkN0n2BU/s1600-h/IMGP1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SVUDlMk9rtI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/494JkN0n2BU/s160/IMGP1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Jackson's first Christmas. Obviously. And judging by the photo at left, I would say it was a success. Jackson did well which isn't altogether unexpected considering he didn't know what was going on really. By the second round of presents after a fantastic morning nap he had figured out 1) to pull the paper off and 2) how to pull the paper off, but he just did it because he liked the sound, not because of what was inside. Last night we went to Aunt Rita and Uncle Willy's house and had a full table with all the cousins and their kids and their kids kids. It was lots of fun. We spent the last few days in Lakewood and will probably head north tonight. My brother gets back from Kansas today as well. Jackson did beautifully all week really. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SVUEQjSWx1I/AAAAAAAAJ1s/C5RlXoQ6Cdg/s1600-h/IMGP1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284134420185794386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SVUEQjSWx1I/AAAAAAAAJ1s/C5RlXoQ6Cdg/s320/IMGP1981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually started doing some things this week he hasn't done before. He was never one for repetative sounds...but of course now it's dadadadadadadadada and gagagagagagagagagaga all the time. Missing from this list is mamamamamamamamama but someday it will join the ranks. He also made his first efforts at crawling forward...doing usually one arm and the opposite leg before collapsing into a heap of giggles and drool. He also has the very top of a tooth coming through on the bottom left front...we'll see when it decides to actually appear as it apparently has a shy streak because it's up, it's down, it's up, it's down. When it's up, it's interfering with him wanting to eat anything but it's nothing a little T to the Y can't fix in 15 minutes if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and yours had a Merry Christmas and look forward to a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7725696540795037499-5538281311937902586?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5538281311937902586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5538281311937902586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5538281311937902586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5538281311937902586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-christmas.html' title='First Christmas'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SVUDlMk9rtI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/494JkN0n2BU/s72-c/IMGP1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1084108175428480887</id><published>2008-12-20T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:49:32.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grossest Thing Ever</title><content type='html'>Jackson threw up in my mouth. I figured I would just cut to the chase on this one. I was laying on the floor, he was sitting on my chest and he was dancing and I was singing.  The word I was singing was "Goooooooooooo," and the next thing I knew, regurgitated beef with carrots and corn, winter squash and formula were in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really not much to say about this other than I'm scarred for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1084108175428480887?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1084108175428480887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1084108175428480887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1084108175428480887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1084108175428480887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/grossest-thing-ever.html' title='Grossest Thing Ever'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-5380301488499316817</id><published>2008-12-19T21:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:29:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He or Isn't He?</title><content type='html'>Teething.  There is a lot of this guessing game going on lately in Jackson's world as he has had some uncharacteristically unhappy moments.  On again, off again fevers.  On again, off again screaming. On again, off again disinterest in his bottles. Or food. Sometimes there's a bump, sometimes there's a red spot. Sometimes not. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason didn't get teeth until he was like nine months old.  I got my first tooth on my five month birthday. We are approaching Jackson's eight month birthday so who knows.  I'm in no hurry for it as most of my friends have had their wee ones struggle a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, we're as prepared as we're going to be to help him through it. And there's always tylenol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-5380301488499316817?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5380301488499316817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=5380301488499316817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5380301488499316817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/5380301488499316817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-he-or-isnt-he.html' title='Is He or Isn&apos;t He?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-672070142751925066</id><published>2008-12-16T22:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:59:58.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pedicures Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Something funny we discovered recently was the damage he is inflicting on his toenails.  See, he loves his jumperoo. Loves it. And he will only be able to use it a little while longer since he is getting to be in the weight range where its a no go. So far be it from me to deny him the jumperoo whilst in the jumperoo approved weight range.  The issue is that he doesn't jump off the balls of his feet like you and I. He basically jumps off the ends of his rolled over toes. Yes, like a ballet dancer.  I can't tell you how much that description troubles me....particularly since it is entirely accurate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work friends Megan and Justin used to tease me when I was pregnant about how they were going to buy the as yet undetermined gender baby Lew cheerleading outfits in the event that it was a girl.  And how they would buy it theatre costumes if it were a boy.  Let's be honest, if this kid wants to do anything other than play sports I am so screwed.  Which virtually guarantees that he will want to do everything other than play sports.  Cheerleading is fine...for other people's children. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also need to have a long talk about Amish Friendship Bread.  Jackson's former teacher Tiffany threw this bag of goo at me on December 7 when I picked up sweet pea from day care.  I wanted no part of a bag of goo sitting around my house for 10 days while I waited around for December 16 to bake this stupid bread.  But I accepted it, and did all the mashing and the adding of ingredients as was directed by the instruction sheet.  Today was baking day, and blah blah blah after all the mashing and the adding and the mixing and the baking, the freaking things were sunken in the middle. I'm not happy about it. So hear this: don't give me any Amish Friendship Bread starter goo. It will end up in the Amish Friendship Trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-672070142751925066?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/672070142751925066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=672070142751925066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/672070142751925066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/672070142751925066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-pedicures-anyone.html' title='Baby Pedicures Anyone?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1486166677879147576</id><published>2008-12-13T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:46:57.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Mama'/><title type='text'>Where's My Parade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SUSruy4nihI/AAAAAAAAJgU/L5CaHdcOTYM/s1600-h/IMGP1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SUSruy4nihI/AAAAAAAAJgU/L5CaHdcOTYM/s160/IMGP1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Saturday night in Longmont and we did a community thing and went to the community holiday parade.  Jackson wore his very snuggly bear outfit to stay warm, which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can reiterate what a good kid we have and it may be a jinx to say so, but all evidence to date is to the contrary.  He just chilled out and watched the parade.  Every other kid was whining, crying or doing something other than chilling out and watching the parade.  My friend has two nieces and niece 1 kept asking, &lt;strong&gt;while&lt;/strong&gt; watching the parade, when the parade was starting.  The first loud noise happened, Jackson was startled, and after that, he didn't flinch. He fell asleep in the stroller until the Longmont HS Marching Band came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to Chili's with his mom and dad and the only thing I could even describe as being remotely out of order was that he slapped the tiles on the table for a good 20 minutes.  No, no toys, no food. Just want to slap the table, thanks.  Oh wait, food? Okay I will down my bottle in like five minutes in an awkward place and position, and then inhale an entire jar of baby food all between when mom and dad order and receive their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left he spent some time in the jumperoo.  At one point he was just standing there staring. Which I now really need to remember means he's dropping off the kids at the Pampers.  Because he finished staring and started jumping. When I took him upstairs for a fresh diaper before we took off for the parade he had kids creeping up the back of his shirt and I was at a loss for a plan of action.  Good thing daddy was there to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Jackson has a cold, which he had before the parade for all you cautious judgementals that read my blog. Of which I am guessing there are none. So he's been coughing and I have been trying to keep it under control so that he'll sleep, so I'm watching SNL. Amy Poehler came back for a couple of shows but at the end of weekend update she just announced that, no, really this is her last show.  Boo to that...she is genius. I'm totally bummed. The Baby Mama is gonna spend time with her boy and be a baby mama. Oh and star in her own primetime show on NBC.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1486166677879147576?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1486166677879147576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1486166677879147576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1486166677879147576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1486166677879147576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-my-parade.html' title='Where&apos;s My Parade?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SUSruy4nihI/AAAAAAAAJgU/L5CaHdcOTYM/s72-c/IMGP1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2377563258683742148</id><published>2008-12-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:36:58.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SUMfyT2ZgkI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/pB8XjAsGJWI/s1600-h/IMGP1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SUMfyT2ZgkI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/pB8XjAsGJWI/s160/IMGP1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Friday! Today was a productive day at work for me and a fun day as well as Jackson came to visit in the afternoon.  He hadn't been to campus since homecoming on Oct. 4 when he was five months old so I decided it was time to return.  What a difference 2.5 months makes as now he can sit up, creep around, play with stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Mike and Uncle Justin were nice enough to hang with us for a bit, and Mike hooked up Jackson (or A-Jax as Justin calls him) with a new hat, which you see at left.  Yeah, he's a badass. What are you gonna do about it?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2377563258683742148?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2377563258683742148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2377563258683742148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2377563258683742148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2377563258683742148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/SUMfyT2ZgkI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/pB8XjAsGJWI/s72-c/IMGP1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-2856691886700881306</id><published>2008-12-10T16:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:43:55.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutouts'/><title type='text'>There is Another Skywalker</title><content type='html'>It is so interesting to me how differently I react or feel about baby news now that I'm a mom.  Before Jackson, friends would drop the baby bomb and I was like, whatever, hooray for you and to be honest I probably didn't care too much. Sorry friends with children older than mine, I was probably more terrified by your news than I was happy about it.  I mean I was happy for them I suppose, but as far as like the Oh My God reaction and shrieking with excitement and stuff...not so much.   Usually it was more about me dealing with my terror at the prospect of being pregnant myself.  Yeah, I did set myself up to hate being pregnant but I would have hated it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now obviously it's much different. I'm happy for them all (and lately there a LOT of them).  Each time a first time future mom drops that bomb on me, I'm so excited for them because I seriously dig this whole deal. Jackson absolutely rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lately the new phase we are dealing with is the friends who have toddlers and are pregnant again.  Each time Jason and I learn of a friend with the deuce on the way, particularly those with kids younger than 3 already, we look at each other and say NO WAY.  We are in the NO WAY phase. As in no way will there be another.  Of course everyone says, oh you say that now, blah blah blah.  And yeah, we do. And yeah, I know that the more awesome Jackson gets and the more he is a person and not just a baby there is a likelihood that we will change our minds and roll the dice again.   We both come from two kid houses but we had very different experiences.  My brother and I fought constantly. Jason and his sister didn't. I don't know too many only children, but the ones I do know are pretty cool grownups now. There are pros and cons to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now...and for the foreseeable future...one is enough.  When you've got a dream kid, why would you try again? As far as we are concerned we already broke the mold.   So to my friend who minutes ago broke this news to me of another Skywalker...congrats...and I can't wait to see how this scenario plays out. Love you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-2856691886700881306?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2856691886700881306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=2856691886700881306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2856691886700881306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/2856691886700881306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-another-skywalker.html' title='There is Another Skywalker'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725696540795037499.post-1430469668892006321</id><published>2008-12-10T14:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:02:29.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Moving Right Along</title><content type='html'>We've had a fun week around here.  Jackson is Mr. Personality and it's more and more rewarding and entertaining everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he had a doctor appointment to get his second flu shot and I think the last Hep B for awhile (ever?).  I was prepared for the worst as shots tend to turn into bad stuff in these parts.  We arrived at the doctor and as Jackson sat on the desk while we signed in, he flirted with the receptionist in a way I haven't seen him do in a month.  He was giggling, smiling, pretending to be shy...it was fantastic.  Then when he sat on the doctor's table he discovered the white paper and went crazy with it.  When it came time for the shots, he got an injection in each leg.  His reaction was basically to stop smiling. Then go back to playing with white paper.  Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few nights, he also hasn't woken up to eat at 10 p.m.  On one hand it's exciting because he's sleeping from about 8:30 p.m. until 7 a.m.  On the other hand, I'm kind of heartbroken.  The nighttime feedings have pretty much always been mine.  Anything after 9 p.m. was always mine to do from the time he came home from the hospital.  Midnight, 3 a.m....those were always our times.  Its also the only time he will do the super sleepy cuddle. He so far is not a kid that will just fall asleep on our shoulders, mostly because when he was a newborn that was the ONLY place he would fall asleep so we worked really hard to get him to sleep in his crib, which he obviously sleeps very well in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't get my special time, and I also don't get my super sleepy cuddle, and it makes me sad.  So we'll see if he continues to not wake up for his 10 p.m. or 11 p.m. chow, and if he doesn't, I'll have to identify a new Mommy-Buddy time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725696540795037499-1430469668892006321?l=lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1430469668892006321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725696540795037499&amp;postID=1430469668892006321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1430469668892006321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725696540795037499/posts/default/1430469668892006321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lewcountdowntochaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving Right Along'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02849922491650255684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HLewgNSOF7s/R_L_7QtsvfI/AAAAAAAABTk/aShalYbeLwk/S220/016_13A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
