<?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-4915161417100790805</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:57:39.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ogilvie Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-1930909193645964092</id><published>2011-04-01T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:00:53.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Aiden! (and other news)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqXBjzfX23s/TaezDzq048I/AAAAAAAAET4/g_aEPpSnALo/s1600/Car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595637940021945282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqXBjzfX23s/TaezDzq048I/AAAAAAAAET4/g_aEPpSnALo/s320/Car4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I share photos and stories of our fabulous new baby, Aiden, I have to provide a little pretext to his birth.&lt;a href="http://localhost:3508/b0a200b0431c3b6e7a5e0a75e47d60e9/image/bcbbf6b3362be7e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:3508/b0a200b0431c3b6e7a5e0a75e47d60e9/image/43a5a0983624a3c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://localhost:3508/b0a200b0431c3b6e7a5e0a75e47d60e9/image/6052532e9be53fa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was going along fine, enjoying my time off before the big event, wishing every day that I would go into labor because I was a sore, exhausted, bloated whale, until I had to go pick up my mom at the airport the Thursday before my due date (39 weeks pregnant). I am literally a block away from picking her up, sitting at a stop light, when out of nowhere this limo crashes into me. The force of the impact was so strong that it pushed my Nissan Pathfinder (not a small or light vehicle) into an airport shuttle bus in front of me that also ended up damaged. Needless to say, the 39 week pregnant women went into complete hysterics. An incoherent and hysterical 911 call, fire truck arrival, police brigade onslaught, and ambulance ride later…I spent most of the night in the hospital but everything turns out “okay” at least from the perspective of not pushing me into labor, rupturing the placenta, etc. Although my upper back and neck were killing me and my lower abdomen where the seatbelt was started cramping/contracting. And it turns out that while the baby was head down just the week before at my last OB check, he turned into breech…pretty sure the accident caused it since it was basically like having an external version (which I know, since I have gone through that experience with Evan). The picture the left does not look as bad as it looked in reality. The left door no longer opend and the seats in the back were pushed up from the frame being pushed in. Pretty crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwh_Z2vt2SE/Taez0ihDwKI/AAAAAAAAEUA/YAWA-r7q8Kg/s1600/IMG_4346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595638777231163554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwh_Z2vt2SE/Taez0ihDwKI/AAAAAAAAEUA/YAWA-r7q8Kg/s320/IMG_4346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sooooo....I had a terribly rough week/weekend prior to the birth. I was completely bummed ALL day the Friday after the accident because the baby was now in breech. I broke down in front of my OB at my appt. on Friday. She said I had to schedule a c-section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZRMSoKofQ/Tae0VL2OF4I/AAAAAAAAEUI/1i-zPPsaiu0/s1600/IMG_4438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595639338081589122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hZRMSoKofQ/Tae0VL2OF4I/AAAAAAAAEUI/1i-zPPsaiu0/s320/IMG_4438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a result...Aiden Peter Ogilvie arrived via c-section on February 11, 2001 at 9:47 am. He weighed 8 lbs.1 oz. and was 19 inches. We lucked out in having another buddha baby. He fusses just a tad more than Evan, but generally is very easy going. He is smiling already and loves to look at all his surroundings. He tends to have a constant look of amazement, which makes him look kinda funny, but we still think he is adorable. Evan is also very wonderful with him. He loves to give him kisses and hugs and wants to hold him a lot. There are many photos on the picasa sight, so enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-1930909193645964092?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/1930909193645964092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=1930909193645964092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1930909193645964092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1930909193645964092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-aiden-and-other-news.html' title='Welcome Aiden! (and other news)'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqXBjzfX23s/TaezDzq048I/AAAAAAAAET4/g_aEPpSnALo/s72-c/Car4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-8546529581138608045</id><published>2010-12-06T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:39:21.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Numero Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TIFfgMI1DNI/AAAAAAAAEAY/NRY9Y7sfrw8/s1600/IMG_3854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512792425496906962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TIFfgMI1DNI/AAAAAAAAEAY/NRY9Y7sfrw8/s320/IMG_3854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan turned two on August 5th! We had a wonderful two weeks in Chicago filled with 4 (four!) separate days of parties, cakes and presents for Evan. Needless to say, he was on a sugar high for two weeks. Can you believe he is now almost 2 and 1/2??? Yikes. Where has the time gone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, we are expecting a new addition to the Ogilvie family. The baby is due February 10th (right between my birthday and my sister's birthday!). We are having another boy and are super excited, but Evan has no idea what is coming his way. I am sure he will be an awesome big bro though. Other than a minor incident involving pulling a ligament that was severely painful for a couple weeks, this pregnancy has been much like Evan's and so that is good. Let's hope this one has his head down though! At last ultrasound check it was. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TP14KjxHKtI/AAAAAAAAEAs/ky08tckFFow/s1600/IMG_3973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547722438785575634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TP14KjxHKtI/AAAAAAAAEAs/ky08tckFFow/s320/IMG_3973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan is growing quickly. He is talking a lot more these days and asserting his "wishes" more forcefully. We are experiencing a little of the terrible two's. But all in all, not too bad. I am extremely paranoid that Karma will kick in with #2 and I will have many nights of no sleep with screaming baby and all sorts of other shenanigans involving painting walls with chocolate pudding and decorating all of the furniture with band-aids (...umm, yeah I did do those things as a toddler...or so my mother reports). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TP17P85qyII/AAAAAAAAEA0/OmJkSvdI4N4/s1600/November%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547725829966579842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TP17P85qyII/AAAAAAAAEA0/OmJkSvdI4N4/s320/November%2B048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan's first Halloween in which he actually went Trick-or-Treating was entertaining. He did not really get it until we gave him a piece of candy and he suddenly had a come to Jesus moment when he realized that he was getting free candy by looking cute. We went out with Bobby and Connie who have a 3-year old, Justice, and baby Atticus. Evan loves playing with Justice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TP1-XNcjWeI/AAAAAAAAEA8/JmilD18TJHA/s1600/November%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547729253201828322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TP1-XNcjWeI/AAAAAAAAEA8/JmilD18TJHA/s320/November%2B086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving was a blast (other than the strained ligament situation). We drove up to visit Amy, Rich and Drew in Sacramento. Evan had so much fun with Drew that it made us super excited to see how he will be with his new brother! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out more pics on Picasa and new polls to the right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-8546529581138608045?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8546529581138608045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=8546529581138608045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/8546529581138608045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/8546529581138608045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-ready-for-numero-dos.html' title='Getting Ready for Numero Dos'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/TIFfgMI1DNI/AAAAAAAAEAY/NRY9Y7sfrw8/s72-c/IMG_3854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-5788212571057763678</id><published>2010-05-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:11:32.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Severely Overdo Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fkFlzBSI/AAAAAAAAD74/LDYsV7SUo8U/s1600/IMG_3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fdbr9dvI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JGEMg49gYLY/s1600/IMG_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467123063159879410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fdbr9dvI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JGEMg49gYLY/s320/IMG_3687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know my diligence in maintaining this blog has been worse than pathetic. However, I think I have some pretty darn good excuses for being a slacker - sometimes I feel about how Evan looks in this picture. To say the least, a lot has happened in the last year. Here’s the good, the bad and the ugly:&lt;br /&gt;· Economy takes a grueling dive into the asphalt from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;· Aaron laid off with the masses at LifeScan, but has to stay working there until March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;· Julie gets eye laser surgery in February (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;· Evan has his first trip to Hawaii in March (pictures/blog in previous post).&lt;br /&gt;· Slight panic occurs at the realization that the best job prospects are NOT in the Bay Area. An opportunity for Aaron arises in Salt Lake City, Utah instilling further hysteria as our sole research on the area (i.e. HBO’s Big Love) reveals that Utah would not be the place for us.&lt;br /&gt;· Evan starts becoming extremely mobile – lots of crawling around and rolling everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;· We are saved from Utah when Aaron is offered a job in beautiful San Diego with Covidien. Julie is extremely lucky because EDAW has an office in San Diego and they were very enthusiastic to have me transfer down there.&lt;br /&gt;· We put our house on the market at the absolute worst possible time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;· Aaron starts at Covidien in June 2009 while Julie and Evan stay in the Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;· While Aaron was gone, Julie had possibly the worst month of her life (yes, worse than law school). Here’s why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Evan was sick for 3 weeks straight with a fever that hit 103.5 at one point. We made 3 trips to the hospital. He refused to drink any fluids at one point.&lt;br /&gt;o I had to keep the house sparkling for showings, which is nearly impossible with a baby. We had at least 6+ people coming every day to see it.&lt;br /&gt;o I almost killed my cat Bear because she was under the sofabed when I put it back together (mom was staying with me to help out and was sleeping on the sofabed since our guest bed was packed in the garage for showings). More than $800 later for xrays, blood work and emergency vet visits, she ended up being okay with only severe bruising and puffiness (however, this was her 9th life apparently – more below).&lt;br /&gt;o Aaron got sick when he was home for one of the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;o Mom got sick shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;o All of this while I was still working full time and deadlines were naturally crazy during that time. I ended up using all my vacation so that I had to take a leave of absence when we&lt;br /&gt;finally had to move down to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;· We sell the house and take it off the market.&lt;br /&gt;· We take a desperately needed family trip to Seattle. Pictures are on the picasa site.&lt;br /&gt;· Julie and Evan move to San Diego and we all live in corporate housing for about a week. Evan starts to pull himself up and stand.&lt;br /&gt;· After contingencies are removed, the buyers back out and a fight ensues over the deposit and panic creeps up that it will be nearly impossible to sell an empty house.&lt;br /&gt;· The house is back on the market.&lt;br /&gt;· Luckily we sell again almost immediately and no issues happen with this one.&lt;br /&gt;· We move to an apartment in San Marcos while we look for a house in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;· Evan has his first birthday! Pictures on Picasa.&lt;br /&gt;· Evan starts walking and saying more words.&lt;br /&gt;· Bear does not return after going outside one evening. Poor Bear-Bear. I made regular visits to animal shelters and we put up signs, but she was never found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fS_oS1xI/AAAAAAAAD7o/RiokvD9wbvM/s1600/IMG_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467122883829618450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fS_oS1xI/AAAAAAAAD7o/RiokvD9wbvM/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so now you say to yourself – it has to get better, right?&lt;br /&gt;· Julie gets promoted.&lt;br /&gt;· We find an amazing house in Carlsbad: 10 minutes from the beach and town, minutes from shopping and freeways, across the street from a preserve with hiking and biking trails, large and cozy, and on a cul-de-sac.&lt;br /&gt;· The weather is absolutely perfect here.&lt;br /&gt;· Our friends Amy, Rich and Drew visit over Thanksgiving to help us move.&lt;br /&gt;· The whole family comes to visit for Christmas and we have a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;· Aaron and Julie take their 1st vacation together sans family in 3 years to the Yucatan in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;· Evan is absolutely amazing (‘nuf said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fthZwz6I/AAAAAAAAD8A/unl_kIKCjTA/s1600/Evan_in_the_Tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467123339572072354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fthZwz6I/AAAAAAAAD8A/unl_kIKCjTA/s320/Evan_in_the_Tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now that I have gotten all that out of the way, I will try to be better about posting little stories of Evan (because that’s what we really care about right!) He is currently almost 21 months. He has taken to running everywhere instead of walking. He is stringing together words, like "mama shoe" or "mama juice" when he wants something. We are getting a peak at the terrible twos - he is starting to perfect the Julie-patented stomp and stare. He can read the numbers 1 through 10. He is a pro at eating (but he always was.) And there is lots more to report, but in the meantime, please enjoy the recent photos of him posted on Picasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:51800/3bad25612f8961b33f8fa0d5331c1114/image/8aedcc8ff3ecb3f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-5788212571057763678?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5788212571057763678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=5788212571057763678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5788212571057763678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5788212571057763678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2010/05/severely-overdo-update.html' title='Severely Overdo Update'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/S98fdbr9dvI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JGEMg49gYLY/s72-c/IMG_3687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-7618400304784237787</id><published>2009-04-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:39:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love kites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43d0cab0124b504e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43d0cab0124b504e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331628136%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15C7B37EA7DE6D9B53460478D4B7834A48AE6EF4.70780280C94D38C2F87E6A008FC806A2A1DA792B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43d0cab0124b504e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgR3wYKJwk0jmnmYRSptKPW3ld6s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43d0cab0124b504e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331628136%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15C7B37EA7DE6D9B53460478D4B7834A48AE6EF4.70780280C94D38C2F87E6A008FC806A2A1DA792B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43d0cab0124b504e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgR3wYKJwk0jmnmYRSptKPW3ld6s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Let's go fly a kite...up to the highest height...up in the atmosphere...up where the air is clear...Let's go fly a kite! It was a beautiful, breezy day this past Sunday. So we strolled to the park and we were happily lounging about, letting Evan roll around and play with his toys. Then the man with the kite arrived! Suddenly, Evan was completely enthralled and super excited. The kite flier was pretty talented - whipping the kite all over the sky, sending it into twirls and spins, and darting it up and down. This is a video of Evan's reaction - you can see his eyes follow the kite all over the sky. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/Sfc-VuWHuUI/AAAAAAAADew/4whCIFAbWe0/s1600-h/Look,_Daddy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329797226955258178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/Sfc-VuWHuUI/AAAAAAAADew/4whCIFAbWe0/s320/Look,_Daddy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of his total excitement and joy. It's also a great shot of his two teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-7618400304784237787?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=43d0cab0124b504e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7618400304784237787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=7618400304784237787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7618400304784237787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7618400304784237787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-kites.html' title='I love kites!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/Sfc-VuWHuUI/AAAAAAAADew/4whCIFAbWe0/s72-c/Look,_Daddy!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-8366468478028484379</id><published>2009-03-23T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:30:18.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVN1zCnKI/AAAAAAAADao/IzRhTtinfGI/s1600-h/IMG_2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVN1zCnKI/AAAAAAAADao/IzRhTtinfGI/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVOFezGfI/AAAAAAAADaw/Q6g-Gq-V2xA/s1600-h/IMG_2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVOFezGfI/AAAAAAAADaw/Q6g-Gq-V2xA/s320/IMG_2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVOR9HMsI/AAAAAAAADa4/HjSstUtDbFk/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVOR9HMsI/AAAAAAAADa4/HjSstUtDbFk/s320/IMG_2766.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/4915161417100790805-8366468478028484379?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8366468478028484379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=8366468478028484379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/8366468478028484379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/8366468478028484379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-pics-in-hawaii.html' title='Family Pics in Hawaii'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVN1zCnKI/AAAAAAAADao/IzRhTtinfGI/s72-c/IMG_2753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-7821590288170109959</id><published>2009-03-23T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:29:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVD_7tNAI/AAAAAAAADaI/xav8WG8dCCw/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVD_7tNAI/AAAAAAAADaI/xav8WG8dCCw/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chillin with the mom-ster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVEIPApEI/AAAAAAAADaQ/ypP2EgbmzOM/s1600-h/IMG_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVEIPApEI/AAAAAAAADaQ/ypP2EgbmzOM/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am not so sure about this sand and water stuff.  What are you subjecting me to?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVE014emI/AAAAAAAADag/Oq-IbqFIGUE/s1600-h/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVE014emI/AAAAAAAADag/Oq-IbqFIGUE/s320/IMG_2649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVEoP323I/AAAAAAAADaY/lc9i6s2HFAM/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVEoP323I/AAAAAAAADaY/lc9i6s2HFAM/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh OK, maybe it isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard days work deserves a nice long nap for Evan and Tutu.&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/4915161417100790805-7821590288170109959?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7821590288170109959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=7821590288170109959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7821590288170109959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7821590288170109959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/03/evan-in-hawaii.html' title='Evan in Hawaii'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfVD_7tNAI/AAAAAAAADaI/xav8WG8dCCw/s72-c/IMG_2638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-5456303995703803478</id><published>2009-03-23T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:11:32.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bink Control Acheived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfQVsmK-qI/AAAAAAAADXU/zKXt3gNN3QI/s1600-h/IMG_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316446956301253282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfQVsmK-qI/AAAAAAAADXU/zKXt3gNN3QI/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan now has full binky control, which means that he can find the binky and put it back in his mouth.  He can even do this while sleeping!  This is a life changing event as we can now sleep through the night on most nights.  Also, instead of having to find his mouth with the binky (which is a difficult maneuver while trying to drive with him in the backseat facing backwards), we can just hand it to him and let him do the rest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-5456303995703803478?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5456303995703803478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=5456303995703803478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5456303995703803478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5456303995703803478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/03/bink-control-acheived.html' title='Bink Control Acheived!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/ScfQVsmK-qI/AAAAAAAADXU/zKXt3gNN3QI/s72-c/IMG_2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-8591806884896087320</id><published>2009-02-21T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:04:23.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SaCxTwNn8gI/AAAAAAAADWc/Pq3_9dxln6I/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SaCxTwNn8gI/AAAAAAAADWc/Pq3_9dxln6I/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or at least it is if you really blow up the pic. You can certainly feel the future grinders when he bites the fingers.  He also drools like a leaky faucet.  He seems to be none the worse for wear because of it, other than a slight fever, which doesn't seem to stop the arm waving, leg kicking, and frantic breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has developed a cold, which has caused a lot of mouth breathing and consternation while feeding....when one cannot breathe out of the nose, one must prioritize....eating or breathing. Both very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and he started day care this week, part time. He is easing into the schedule this week and goes full time next week! Mommy left the first day in tears, but he seems unfazed by it all (except for not wanting to nap). &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-8591806884896087320?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8591806884896087320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=8591806884896087320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/8591806884896087320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/8591806884896087320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-tooth-or-at-least-it-is-if-you.html' title='It&apos;s a tooth!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SaCxTwNn8gI/AAAAAAAADWc/Pq3_9dxln6I/s72-c/IMG_2579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-229465958920440244</id><published>2009-02-02T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:23:15.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Soon to Be Six Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwo-2gUI/AAAAAAAADOY/KxdhNF16uLA/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwo-2gUI/AAAAAAAADOY/KxdhNF16uLA/s320/IMG_2435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The following photos are a smattering of recent adventures that Evan is into lately. The first photo represents Superman time during which Evan loves to be propelled up in the air above our heads and flown around while we are lying on our backs. He also loves to drool all over us during this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwpD-GTI/AAAAAAAADOg/eHYYx9MCxg8/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwpD-GTI/AAAAAAAADOg/eHYYx9MCxg8/s320/IMG_2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This second photo represents an endearing time period. Evan wakes up incredibly early - between 6 and 7 am, so on weekends, we would be so exhausted that we would just bring him in bed with us after he awakened. He would usually play for a while and eventually fall asleep between us. for a little nap There are some really cute photos of this activity on our picasa web album site. This photo was taken during the 1st part of Evan's 5th month and is no longer an approved activity because it messes up his napping and sleeping schedule for the rest of the day. But we sure loved taking naps with him while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwnf3KqI/AAAAAAAADOo/-6HQuvRze3s/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwnf3KqI/AAAAAAAADOo/-6HQuvRze3s/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This third photo presents Evan's reaction to solids. As you can see he didn't quite know what to make of the experience. He would frown and move his mouth as if he was trying to eat the cereal, but pretty much every spoonful would dribble down his chin and end up on the bib instead of in his mouth. We also made a video of the event which I will eventually post on Picasa. He now eats solids like a pro and giggles incessantly between every spoonful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUw3dkixI/AAAAAAAADOw/ual6JlTzGtA/s1600-h/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUw3dkixI/AAAAAAAADOw/ual6JlTzGtA/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This last photo catches Evan in the act of rolling over. He does roll over from his tummy to back when he feels so inclined. But he actually prefers to works really hard on skooching and the beginnings of a crawl that he forgets to roll over before he gets too frustrated. As soon as he starts crawling, we are in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan will be turning 6 months this week! Check out the Picasa site for more Evan fun.&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/4915161417100790805-229465958920440244?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/229465958920440244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=229465958920440244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/229465958920440244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/229465958920440244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/02/evan-soon-to-be-six-months.html' title='Evan Soon to Be Six Months!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SYfUwo-2gUI/AAAAAAAADOY/KxdhNF16uLA/s72-c/IMG_2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-4202165876441964194</id><published>2009-01-01T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:39:19.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Visits for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04AvR3shI/AAAAAAAADDg/h0IBYLJ9NUw/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04AvR3shI/AAAAAAAADDg/h0IBYLJ9NUw/s320/DSC01349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here are some pictures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Majeres&lt;/span&gt; clan coming to visit for Christmas. Evan loves his family and misses them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04A00tSoI/AAAAAAAADDo/egrIXGhwxf4/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04A00tSoI/AAAAAAAADDo/egrIXGhwxf4/s320/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04BiavgtI/AAAAAAAADDw/-u_Sp8i6Qic/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04BiavgtI/AAAAAAAADDw/-u_Sp8i6Qic/s320/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here is a picture of the amazing outfit Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Majeres&lt;/span&gt; made for Evan. It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reversible&lt;/span&gt; jacket and jumpsuit. She actually did this on my sewing machine which is the most finicky machine on the planet - so it was a pretty amazing feat! She also made another outfit using her much superior machine back home. She created patches with images of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baccio&lt;/span&gt; and Bear and sewed them on velvety pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04BgrUAbI/AAAAAAAADD4/TPceDdtZM9I/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04BgrUAbI/AAAAAAAADD4/TPceDdtZM9I/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle Shawn made these amazing paintings that spell "Evan." E is for Elephant, V is for Viper, A is for Angelfish, and N is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nightingale&lt;/span&gt;. They are hanging in Evan's room above his crib. We are so blessed to have such a creative and loving family!&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/4915161417100790805-4202165876441964194?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/4202165876441964194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=4202165876441964194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/4202165876441964194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/4202165876441964194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-visits-for-christmas.html' title='Family Visits for Christmas'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV04AvR3shI/AAAAAAAADDg/h0IBYLJ9NUw/s72-c/DSC01349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-5020339453143228380</id><published>2009-01-01T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:28:37.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00m5fFHcI/AAAAAAAADDA/r4laJ4vgHt4/s1600-h/Conversations+With+Grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00m5fFHcI/AAAAAAAADDA/r4laJ4vgHt4/s320/Conversations+With+Grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, I know, I have been the worst blogger in the world. Things got so busy after our trip to Seattle back in early November - I started back at work, mom (Grandma Majeres) came to stay with us for 6 weeks, Thanksgiving came and went, and all of a sudden it was Christmas, and now it is 2009! What the heck happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that time, Evan has grown so much. The first picture here was taken on our trip to Seattle - he was three months old at the time. At that time, he was smiling a lot and starting to play with toys a lot more. Now he is almost 5 months, and just in that short time he has started to roll over, laugh, grab toys with precision, profusely suck on his hand (his favorite teething object), talk in consonants and vowels constantly, and generally grow more adorable by the second. No, I am not biased or anything. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00nZPdEnI/AAAAAAAADDI/CravPuApUHs/s1600-h/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00nZPdEnI/AAAAAAAADDI/CravPuApUHs/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Seattle trip was great. Tutukane (Hawaiian for Grandpa Ogilvie), flew up with me, so it was much easier travelling this time. The Seattle contingent threw a huge party for Evan so that everyone could meet him. We are blessed with an extremely sociable baby - he just loves meeting new people - so he was an angel the whole time despite being greeted by so many new people and passed around all day. The second picture is from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00ngr80NI/AAAAAAAADDQ/N8o01pbWBtY/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00ngr80NI/AAAAAAAADDQ/N8o01pbWBtY/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At his last 4 month check-up, he was 15 pounds 4 ounces (50th percentile) and 26 inches long (75th percentile). He must be over 16 pounds by now. His eyes are still blue, so he is still my little Clark Kent/Superman. He is still pretty chunky, but appears to be less so. During month 4, Aaron undertook a project to take pictures of Evan during his sleep every night. This picture is one of my favorites of the collection. His various accoutrements would inevitably become dislodged and strewn all over his crib as the evening wore on. Aaron took the photos and developed a calendar for 2009 for the grandparents and great-grandparents. Quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00ngQBHUI/AAAAAAAADDY/qS_aoFLZjfI/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00ngQBHUI/AAAAAAAADDY/qS_aoFLZjfI/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also quite exciting, Evan has started to hold his bottle when he feels so inclined. He'll even take it out of his mouth and attempt to put it back in. He sometimes misses and gets his eye, but 1 out of 5 times he'll get it back in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted lots of pictures on our picasa site and I am about to upload some video as well. The group of pics titled "Handmade Onesies" are pictures of Evan in the handmade onesies that he fits in at the moment. Our friend, Amy, organized an art project for our baby shower. Everyone who participated decorated onesies in various sizes for Evan. W have enough handmade onesies to last him until he is well over 1 year! I will continue to post pics of them as he grows into the next sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! And Happy New Year! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-5020339453143228380?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5020339453143228380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=5020339453143228380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5020339453143228380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5020339453143228380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SV00m5fFHcI/AAAAAAAADDA/r4laJ4vgHt4/s72-c/Conversations+With+Grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-7774114083711744513</id><published>2008-11-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:12:26.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween and Happy Election Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SRCQiNT2V5I/AAAAAAAACms/q5cjhcmFL0I/s1600-h/IMG_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SRCQiNT2V5I/AAAAAAAACms/q5cjhcmFL0I/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Evan was an elf for Halloween, though his outfit turned out looking a little more like Robin Hood. I made little slippers with toes that curled up, a Robin Hood looking hat with feathers, a bow and arrows, and a little green outfit. He was super cute! More pictures are posted on the picasa site. We did not get that many trick or treaters, probably because of our house location and the rain, but those that did come were pretty cute. There were a few more hand-made outfits this year, so that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in this picture, Evan is turning out to be a little chunkster! He continues to be a voracious eater (obviously). I don't have a proper scale to weigh him, but I am sure he is around 13 pounds. I measured him at 23 inches the other day. Tomorrow he will be 3 months old - I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a final note, I hope you are going out and voting! Don't let the polls deter you - the election is never over until its over. That's all I have to say about that.&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/4915161417100790805-7774114083711744513?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7774114083711744513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=7774114083711744513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7774114083711744513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7774114083711744513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween-and-happy-election-day.html' title='Happy Halloween and Happy Election Day!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SRCQiNT2V5I/AAAAAAAACms/q5cjhcmFL0I/s72-c/IMG_2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-3494729661946554409</id><published>2008-11-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:59:41.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WJTMd_sI/AAAAAAAACiI/fcMDxuxJuRA/s1600-h/IMG_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WJTMd_sI/AAAAAAAACiI/fcMDxuxJuRA/s320/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evan had his first plane ride a couple weeks ago. We traveled to Chicago to meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Majeres&lt;/span&gt; side of the family and to get him baptized. The plane ride went amazingly well despite the fact that I was traveling alone with two bags, two carry-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;, a baby AND the flight was totally full! Evan was an angel (as usual!) and slept most of the way. I, on the other hand, was a complete stress case. I have never packed more than a few hours before a flight before, but this time I started packing two days in advance. Dear god, I am turning into my mom (don't take offence mom!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WJhgZTUI/AAAAAAAACiQ/p09GtG--Kec/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WJhgZTUI/AAAAAAAACiQ/p09GtG--Kec/s320/IMG_2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were also able to meet Hannah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mangan&lt;/span&gt; - the new addition to the Mango family - pictured left with the beautiful new parents, Chris and Michelle. She was born shortly after Evan on September 14. The running joke is that we are planning an arranged marriage although the sparks did not seem to fly between the two as Hannah was totally asleep when Evan came to visit her house and then Evan was totally asleep when Hannah came to his baptism. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WKMsaVHI/AAAAAAAACiY/DTlQ1UsbMyM/s1600-h/IMG_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WKMsaVHI/AAAAAAAACiY/DTlQ1UsbMyM/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is one picture from the brunch before the baptism of Aaron, Evan, Michelle, and Hannah. I have posted more pictures on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;picasa&lt;/span&gt; site, but since I forgot our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; for the baptism, I will post more pictures when I get them from my sister and mom. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-3494729661946554409?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3494729661946554409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=3494729661946554409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/3494729661946554409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/3494729661946554409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicago-visit.html' title='Chicago Visit'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SQ_WJTMd_sI/AAAAAAAACiI/fcMDxuxJuRA/s72-c/IMG_2030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-3838298207026802209</id><published>2008-10-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:08:42.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And We Have Smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSC_OAWI/AAAAAAAACJE/T8yYxIH7IVM/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSC_OAWI/AAAAAAAACJE/T8yYxIH7IVM/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Evan started smiling more a couple weeks ago and it became obvious it wasn't just gas! He smiles the most in the morning after just waking up. It makes us so happy to think he must be smiling because he is happy to see us first thing in the morning! He also loves to smile when we put him down for playtime. I think he recognizes that it's playtime and he gets to bat things around and watch mommy and daddy make silly faces at him. He is really good at holding his head up now and pushes away from us whenever we are holding him so he can look around. During tummy time, he is constantly moving and kicking his legs or doing push-ups. You can tell he really wants to start crawling and I think we are in for it when he starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Evan had his 2 month check-up yesterday. He now weighs 11.25 pounds, is 22.5 inches long, and has a head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;circumference of 15.5 inches. He is in the 25th percentile for his age. We also had to give him his shots, which I was really nervous about. We had a really great nurse that did an excellent job this time. He was fussy and slept a lot yesterday, but today he is back to his good old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to Chicago next week to show him off to everyone. I am sure Evan will love all the new faces. Evan will also be baptized at &lt;a href="http://www.sij.net/"&gt;St. Isaac Jogues&lt;/a&gt; on October 19 at 1:30pm. Everyone is welcome to join us. I have uploaded more pics at our picasa web album if you just have not gotten enough of Evan's adorable face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSWj8FpI/AAAAAAAACJM/3GLDqckNqZQ/s1600-h/IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSWj8FpI/AAAAAAAACJM/3GLDqckNqZQ/s320/IMG_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSfvTkZI/AAAAAAAACJU/JWSnwi9F0X4/s1600-h/IMG_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSfvTkZI/AAAAAAAACJU/JWSnwi9F0X4/s320/IMG_2024.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/4915161417100790805-3838298207026802209?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3838298207026802209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=3838298207026802209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/3838298207026802209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/3838298207026802209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-we-have-smiles.html' title='And We Have Smiles!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SO0TSC_OAWI/AAAAAAAACJE/T8yYxIH7IVM/s72-c/IMG_1984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-2398864422080573559</id><published>2008-09-10T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:41:12.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron can feed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SMg-91f89FI/AAAAAAAACH8/tfGG5Fctyws/s1600-h/DSCN1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SMg-91f89FI/AAAAAAAACH8/tfGG5Fctyws/s320/DSCN1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Four weeks of solid breasfeeding have passed, so I decided it was time to pump and try the bottle. I also came to the realization that this meant Aaron could feed Evan. Yep, that means I could be really mean and pump enough for one whole night and make Aaron do all the feeding while I at last get a full night's sleep. I have yet to carry out this sinister plot, but Aaron better be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a busy couple of weeks. Grandparents Ogilvie came to visit, as well as Aaron's uncle Leo and our friends the Stones (see blog link in sidebar). Pics of the visits are posted at: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jeogilvieandaaogilviepics"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/jeogilvieandaaogilviepics&lt;/a&gt;. Other friends Christy Doyle (see blog in sidebar) and Lee will be visiting shortly and my sister is able to make a second visit this weekend. Evan loves new faces! Of course this means he is spoiled rotten by being held all the time. "His feet shall never touch the ground!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a darn good thing that Evan is so adorable and I am totally in love with him. With the sleep deprivation, projectile pooing (yes, he has pooed across the changing table and hit the bedroom door!), fountain peeing all over himself and me or daddy at least every other day, and the daily vomit all over me no matter how much I attempt to shield myself, it's amazing I am still sane. But I manage to laugh through it all and shower him with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we had our 1 month check up. Evan weighed in at 9 pounds!!! He had gained 2 pounds in a couple weeks - I guess those feedings every 1.5 hours or so paid off. We also had to give him a Hep B shot, which was more traumatizing for me than him. He cried for about 2 seconds when he got the shot and stopped crying as soon as I picked him up. Meanwhile, I was balling before the shot, during the shot, and for about five minutes after the shot. I am a little paranoid about vaccinations, what can I say? He turned out fine though, so no worries now. I hear the 2 month visit is a lot of shots - I think I may need a valium or something for that one!&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/4915161417100790805-2398864422080573559?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/2398864422080573559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=2398864422080573559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/2398864422080573559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/2398864422080573559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaron-can-feed.html' title='Aaron can feed!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SMg-91f89FI/AAAAAAAACH8/tfGG5Fctyws/s72-c/DSCN1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-1847717050699782728</id><published>2008-09-02T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:03:49.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan is One Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KoqHvSHI/AAAAAAAACD8/f_LpAPCk6LM/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KoqHvSHI/AAAAAAAACD8/f_LpAPCk6LM/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time is flying already. Evan is one month old today (based on it being four weeks ago this Tuesday that he was born). He is also growing like crazy. He measures 21 inches today - 3 more inches than his birth length! The new parents are still doing pretty well, but very tired as shown in the picture of Aaron. He may look like death warmed over, but he is happy! In this picture, he is employing the patented Aaron-swadle method by which he keeps Evan bundled up in contentment with his hands. Mom is pretty tired too. Evan is going through a growth spirt, so he wanted a feeding every 1 hour and 45 minutes the other night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KoqBEQcI/AAAAAAAACEE/iVRUSshuumk/s1600-h/IMG_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KoqBEQcI/AAAAAAAACEE/iVRUSshuumk/s320/IMG_1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next picture is one of my favorite Evan poses. He arches his back, purses his lips, closes his eyes but raises his eyebrows like he is trying really hard to open them, and then moves his head back and forth while moaning or grunting. He usually makes this pose when he is working on a diaper or digesting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KpNl07aI/AAAAAAAACEM/a7_3LzlHQYc/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KpNl07aI/AAAAAAAACEM/a7_3LzlHQYc/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture of Evan and Aaron's feet gives a good perspective of how tiny he really is! And the last picture was taken today to memorex his turning one month old. He is staring intently at Grandma Ogilvie. He loves to stare at people's faces, look at light or rainbows, and listen to our windchimes or voices. He just started kicking toys and grabbing things on his own yesterday. He is already lifting and holding his head really well. I think the curiousness, always wanting to be able to see and check things out, and staying awake as much as he possibly can comes from Mommy. He loves sitting up and looking around. It is really amazing to watch his development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Majeres says he could just stare at Evan all day and it would be better entertainment than television. And that is saying a lot - if you know my dad, he LOVES TV. Even in his sleep, his face goes through the whole "panaoply of human expression" as Grandpa Majeres says. Continue to check out all the pictures we have posted on our picasa web album (link is previous post) because we occasionally add new pictures. Also, don't forget to vote in the latest pole in the sidebar - who do you think Evan looks like more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KpO1NQ6I/AAAAAAAACEU/oQvq1kSv0yA/s1600-h/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KpO1NQ6I/AAAAAAAACEU/oQvq1kSv0yA/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-1847717050699782728?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/1847717050699782728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=1847717050699782728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1847717050699782728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1847717050699782728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/09/evan-is-one-month.html' title='Evan is One Month!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SL2KoqHvSHI/AAAAAAAACD8/f_LpAPCk6LM/s72-c/IMG_1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-1028312835245365114</id><published>2008-08-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:34:49.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Evan Has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SKBqKbXF0UI/AAAAAAAAB_k/H89kvHYU8Sw/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SKBqKbXF0UI/AAAAAAAAB_k/H89kvHYU8Sw/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it turns out that Baby Evan arrived early. I was scheduled to have the external version procedure for Tuesday, August 5 in the morning. When we arrived to the hospital, they hooked me up to a fetal and mommy monitor and apparently I was having contractions! I didn't feel a thing! The doctor examined me and I was already 3 centimeters dialated. We decided to try the external version anyway to see if he would turn at the last minute. Baby Evan was stubborn and wouldn't budge an inch. They continued to montior me to see if my contractions would slow down or stop - you guessed it - they didn't.  Long story short - Baby Evan was delivered by C-section at 12:24 pm weighing 7 pounds exactly and measuring 18 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to name him Evan after trying a couple other names. It was funny that it turned out to be the name with the most votes, but I swear we weren't going by the votes! He really is an Evan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to post little stories of Evan's life on this blog. If you want to see more pictures, we will be posting them at: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jeogilvieandaaogilviepics"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/jeogilvieandaaogilviepics&lt;/a&gt;. So far we have learned the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) Evan likes to tag everyone - except his parents! He apparently wee-wee'd on the doctor as soon as he was pulled out of the womb. He pee'd on one of the nurses who was changing him. He pee'd on my mom and sister, who were tag teaming a changing that I wish I had on video it was so hilarious! He has yet to tag mommy or daddy, maybe he is being nice.&lt;br /&gt;2) So far the record time for dirtying a clean diper is about 10 seconds. As soon as Aaron had changed one, Evan immediately soiled the next one with a little cry that said, HA!&lt;br /&gt;3) Aaron is a total natural at parenting (It makes just that much more in love with him!) He is better at soothing, swadling, and changing Evan than I am. At least I have the breasts, so I feel like I am accomplishing something!&lt;br /&gt;4) Evan either does not like chocolate or milk. After eating a large piece of chocolate cake and having a large glass of milk, I fed Evan and then he was totally awake and fussy for several hours after that. Pretty amazing how what I eat affects him so much!&lt;br /&gt;5) Overall, Evan is a total and complete angel. Other than a couple fussy incidents (that actually weren' that bad), he is a totally mellow buddah baby. We are so in love and so lucky! We are in baby bliss!&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/4915161417100790805-1028312835245365114?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/1028312835245365114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=1028312835245365114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1028312835245365114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1028312835245365114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-evan-has-arrived.html' title='Baby Evan Has Arrived!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SKBqKbXF0UI/AAAAAAAAB_k/H89kvHYU8Sw/s72-c/IMG_1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-518091127219581322</id><published>2008-08-03T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:14:52.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby is in Breech!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SJXJqDxKjtI/AAAAAAAAB6s/0IP_sH2ArmE/s1600-h/Decision+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SJXJqDxKjtI/AAAAAAAAB6s/0IP_sH2ArmE/s320/Decision+Tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things have been so hectic the last couple weeks that I have been negligent in posting. At my appointment last Wednesday, Dr. Riley informed me that the baby is in breech and I pretty much had two choices: schedule an external version or a c-section. I had one day to think about it. Naturally, irrational and hormonally overcharged pregnant women (Julie) hears the words "painful" and "possibly stressful to baby" regarding external version and immediately dismisses the procedure. Enter the perfectly rational actor ala Economics 101 (Aaron) who, in his adorable ways, makes this a perfect opportunity to create a decision tree (pictured left). He first starts with a wonderful depiction of the predicament - me and the position of the baby. As you can see, he assigned all these percentages based on the data we knew about success rates and risk rates, and voalla, he convinced me that I should schedule the external version. I rather took offense to the alternative option he placed (pray) because I have been doing quite a lot to get the baby to turn! Here's the list (hope it makes you laugh!):&lt;br /&gt;- Placing ice packs on top of my belly hoping the baby won't like it and will turn away. All this accomplished was his head moved slightly out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;- Lying inverted on an ironing board resting on a chair while playing The Beatles Abbey Road and flashing lights on my lower abdomen to encourage him to move toward the sound and light. Apparently he does not like The Beatles, which is going to be extremely disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;- Going to a chiropractor to see if he could help me relax my pelvis so baby would find it easier to turn. Well, this was a fiasco due to the fact that I told my parents I was going to a chiropractor and, thinking he was going to try to push the baby around, they made about 20 phone calls to me while I was in the appointment to plead with me not to go. I guess parents never stop being parents. All he did was massage my lower back and adjust my neck - apparently it didn't relax me enough.&lt;br /&gt;- Good thing we have a pool because I hear swimming relaxes the pelvis and can help the baby turn. So I have been swimming every day as well as doing somersaults, dolphin dives, and handstands to try to confuse the baby so he will turn. The handstands are particularly entertaining because I can't seem to do them like I used to as a kid. I had Aaron help me hold my feet up yesterday and I think all we accomplished was that I got a lot of water up my nose and Aaron had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;- Aaron has been talking to the baby and rubbing my belly to get him to turn. The baby is defiant and won't listen to Dad - hope it's not an indication of what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;- I have tried several Yoga positions to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;- Today we are going to Berzerkeley to the Traditional Ways Healing Center to see if an accupuncturist and chinese herbalist can help me out. I hear they stick needles in my ears and wave some incense around. It should be pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it. So maybe I do have to resort to praying and hoping that he will turn before my external version appointment on Tuesday! Wish me luck! &lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img 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;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" 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/4915161417100790805-518091127219581322?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/518091127219581322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=518091127219581322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/518091127219581322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/518091127219581322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/babys-in-breech.html' title='Baby is in Breech!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SJXJqDxKjtI/AAAAAAAAB6s/0IP_sH2ArmE/s72-c/Decision+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-1795660444600806858</id><published>2008-07-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:40:15.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Weeks to Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SHg1rlY0ZDI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qjJXkF79ORY/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SHg1rlY0ZDI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qjJXkF79ORY/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hear is the latest belly shot! I am 33.5 weeks in this photo. Yes, I am rather large. We went out to a sushi restaurant with our friends Lee and Trish this evening. Our waitress was pregnant, but she did not seem that large to me, so I was hesitant to ask her about it (just in case she wasn't). I thought MAYBE she was in her 2nd trimester. She ended up asking me when I was due and then she responded that she was due August 22, a day before me! My jaw dropped and then my heart followed thinking something must be wrong with me that I was so huge and she wasn't! Had the ultrasounds failed to pick up a twin? Am I actually having triplets? But I guess all women are different. Anyway, we all had a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of us is taken in the baby room. The crib is from our fabulous friends Rich and Amy. Aaron and I painted the dresser (below) using left over paints from all the rooms in the house. First, we painted it yellow (baby room), second purple (our bedroom), then third green (family room). We sanded through all the layers of paint to "antique" it. It actually turned out really good. I bought some cute frog and lilly pad knobs from Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SHg1rox3J0I/AAAAAAAAB6k/1lIaQZDdsBU/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SHg1rox3J0I/AAAAAAAAB6k/1lIaQZDdsBU/s320/079.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/4915161417100790805-1795660444600806858?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/1795660444600806858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=1795660444600806858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1795660444600806858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/1795660444600806858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-weeks-to-go_11.html' title='6 Weeks to Go!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SHg1rlY0ZDI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qjJXkF79ORY/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-7652942436201134408</id><published>2008-06-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:35:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Names Poll</title><content type='html'>So some people don't share the names that they are contemplating for their baby because of the reactions they get from people. It's true that I have gotten some funny reactions, but we are having such a hard time coming up with a name that we both like that I thought it would be fun to open it up to a poll. Please select a name from the poll, or send a suggestion. Remember the last name is Ogilvie, so it should sound good with all the vowels in that name and the initials should not spell something funny! There are names that have officially been removed from the running, but I am still curious to see your picks. Unfortunately, I left out some of Aaron's picks, such as Danger, or the Roman names like Ceasar Augustus or Maximus. In the parenthesis are the possible nicknames for each name as well as their meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-7652942436201134408?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7652942436201134408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=7652942436201134408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7652942436201134408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/7652942436201134408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-names-poll.html' title='Boy Names Poll'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-2599333855198178093</id><published>2008-06-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:41:48.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectant Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SFPYhIf4otI/AAAAAAAAB6A/cMG10JxD0xM/s1600-h/AmyWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SFPYhIf4otI/AAAAAAAAB6A/cMG10JxD0xM/s320/AmyWedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a recent photo of Aaron and I at Amy and Rich's wedding in Tahoe. I am week 28 here, officially the 3rd trimester! Today, as I am posting this, I just started week 30. If you can believe it, I have gained approximately 30 pounds and they say I am supposed to gain about 10 more pounds! I think it is all belly because my lower back feels like it is on the verge of snapping in half. We are hoping to put the finishing touches on the baby room this weekend, so stay tuned for pics of that - and I think there needs to be more pics of the expectant dad! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-2599333855198178093?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/2599333855198178093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=2599333855198178093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/2599333855198178093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/2599333855198178093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-is-recent-photo-of-aaron-and-i-at.html' title='Expectant Parents'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SFPYhIf4otI/AAAAAAAAB6A/cMG10JxD0xM/s72-c/AmyWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-6937625947675752413</id><published>2008-06-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:17:38.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f7S_PcnI/AAAAAAAAB5o/kG8M4elNe3Y/s1600-h/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f7S_PcnI/AAAAAAAAB5o/kG8M4elNe3Y/s320/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  These are the Week 20 anatomy ultrasounds. Warning: some content may be unfit for some viewers as they are not all rated G!! The baby was waving his arms and stretching his legs during this ultrasound, which kept making me giggle and I think the technician was getting mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f7wSUGSI/AAAAAAAAB5w/G3jobIilyHM/s1600-h/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f7wSUGSI/AAAAAAAAB5w/G3jobIilyHM/s320/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f8KEztwI/AAAAAAAAB54/gDc3S6sK8SM/s1600-h/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f8KEztwI/AAAAAAAAB54/gDc3S6sK8SM/s320/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0004.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/4915161417100790805-6937625947675752413?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/6937625947675752413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=6937625947675752413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/6937625947675752413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/6937625947675752413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9f7S_PcnI/AAAAAAAAB5o/kG8M4elNe3Y/s72-c/080407+-+UltraSound+%234+-+Itsaboy0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-5780063240487011281</id><published>2008-06-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:11:27.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Ultrasounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9eecltTdI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/zIAEPdH1Oeo/s1600-h/080215+-+UltraSound+%233-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9eecltTdI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/zIAEPdH1Oeo/s320/080215+-+UltraSound+%233-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Approximately Week 15 Ultrasound. We went to a facility that basically does ultrasounds and nothing else. They projected the ultrasound onto a huge flat-panel monitor, so viewing the baby was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9efZEMMkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/TNWWWKKOdB8/s1600-h/080129+-+UltraSound+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9efZEMMkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/TNWWWKKOdB8/s320/080129+-+UltraSound+%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Approximately Week 4 Ultrasound. The baby's nickname at this point was either peanut or little grasshopper.&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/4915161417100790805-5780063240487011281?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5780063240487011281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=5780063240487011281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5780063240487011281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5780063240487011281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-ultrasounds.html' title='Early Ultrasounds'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SE9eecltTdI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/zIAEPdH1Oeo/s72-c/080215+-+UltraSound+%233-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915161417100790805.post-7009407590530429239</id><published>2008-06-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:59:19.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the News to the P-rents and Sis</title><content type='html'>So we found out the fabulous news shortly before Christmas. We were planning to be in Chicago for my Dad's 60th birthday, so it was a perfect opportunity to spring the news on them while opening Christmas presents. So I got T-shirts made for Mom and Dad that said "I'm Gonna be a Grandma" and "I'm Gonna be a Grandpa." Check out the video to see the reaction!! You absolutely must have the volume on to experience the full range of my Mom's vocal cords. The second video is us telling my sister when she arrived in town a couple days later. 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FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioADfueI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RaXdUDZB-_A/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 1: Nausea and exhaustion has not set in. Just pure excitement and joy at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioADfufI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ezrJXqgZkA8/s1600-h/IMG_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioADfufI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ezrJXqgZkA8/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 14: I still don't look that much different, but the smell of onions or garlic will bring a contorted look of such pain, horror, and disgust that you would know something was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioQDfugI/AAAAAAAAB44/i5tj64zAKeg/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioQDfugI/AAAAAAAAB44/i5tj64zAKeg/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 18: I suddenly popped out very soon after week 14 and started to feel somewhat better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioQDfuhI/AAAAAAAAB5A/FddGU_fqa7U/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioQDfuhI/AAAAAAAAB5A/FddGU_fqa7U/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 20: The week of the anatomy ultrasound - check out the pics on this page! I believe this was the last day I was able to wear this shirt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4kLQDfuiI/AAAAAAAAB5I/VVo4t1ex2K0/s1600-h/IMG_1679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205637994993662498" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4kLQDfuiI/AAAAAAAAB5I/VVo4t1ex2K0/s320/IMG_1679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 24: It's about this point where people look at me and think I can't get much bigger, but just look at the next shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4l9gDfujI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ZD6gDEv5RdE/s1600-h/IMG_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205639957793716786" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4l9gDfujI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ZD6gDEv5RdE/s320/IMG_1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 27: Here is the latest and greatest against the backdrop of the newly painted baby room.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915161417100790805-5217956258645029681?l=boyogilvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5217956258645029681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915161417100790805&amp;postID=5217956258645029681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5217956258645029681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915161417100790805/posts/default/5217956258645029681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyogilvie.blogspot.com/2008/05/belly-shots.html' title='Belly Shots!'/><author><name>MamaJulie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471845334149124112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uy2IPuLr4_8/SD4ioADfueI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RaXdUDZB-_A/s72-c/IMG_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
