<?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-32001526</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:10:43.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Bytes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-116510744748852749</id><published>2006-12-02T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:57:27.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes down sometimes comes back up</title><content type='html'>Had a nice Saturday planned.  Studied most of the day for my java certification exam.  Later went to Barnes &amp; Noble with my hubby and little booger.  It was near dinnertime so we decided to check out Red Robin - famous for their burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great place!   Busy, fun, balloons and Scooby Doo on the tv!  We ordered and our food arrived quickly.  Cameron only took a few bites of his burger and fries and said right away "all done".  I'm used to hearing that phrase so I told him we were still eating and we were almost done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to whine "all done" several more times and started looking around in a panic.  I didn't know what was wrong so put my arms out and asked if he wanted mommy.  He reached for me and I picked him and put him on my lap.  He put his head on my shoulder.  I'm thinking "oh the poor thing must be so tired, he'll probably go to bed early...OHMIGOD!!!"  Suddenly his mouth opened and out comes everything in the little guy's tummy.  I saw oranges and noodles from lunch and other delicious looking items pour out in a flood.  The puke went all over his sweatshirt, all over my sweater and all over my jeans.  I turned him towards the table and he threw up into my meal.  My hubby, who usually can not even handle the sound of throwing up, reached for Cameron and said "I'll clean him up, you clean yourself up" and took off for the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff were unbelievable, within seconds this wonderful guy brought me towels, both dry and wet.  I felt like 50 eyes were on me as I scooped puke out from between my legs.  I just had to laugh.  The woman next to me said "Fun Saturday night so far, eh?" and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got out of there and went home.  Cameron hit the sack almost immediately.  My mom called me later and I recapped the events of the evening to her.  She proceeded to remind me of the many times I threw up in public places and she had herself a big laugh.   Good to know the puking circle has not been broken....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-116510744748852749?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/116510744748852749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=116510744748852749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/116510744748852749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/116510744748852749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-goes-down-sometimes-comes-back-up.html' title='What goes down sometimes comes back up'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-116404506771089213</id><published>2006-11-20T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:51:07.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Second Trimester!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, finally some relief.  By the way, whoever told you 12 weeks was the start of the second trimester is crazy.  Week 13 for me was the worst week EVER.  I threw up almost every night.  Bedtime was 10 minutes after my toddler was in bed.  My DVR was filling up quickly with all the shows I couldn't watch.  I even cried to my husband I felt so sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Week 14 arrived.  The urge to purge was gone, just a slight lingering of "should I have eaten that" hanging around.  Week 15 was even better.  Now I'm in Week 16 and feeling pretty good.  Still tired but food is no longer my enemy.  Even starting to feel some kicking from the babe which is the greatest feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finding out the gender in 3 1/2 weeks.  I don't have a feeling either way of what the little booger is yet.  I wish I had the patience to wait but I just don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-116404506771089213?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/116404506771089213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=116404506771089213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/116404506771089213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/116404506771089213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-second-trimester.html' title='Hello Second Trimester!'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115975081267301304</id><published>2006-10-01T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:00:12.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When eating becomes an effort</title><content type='html'>Current things I can stomach:&lt;br /&gt;Bagels with bacon, egg &amp; cheese&lt;br /&gt;Macaroni &amp;amp; cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cheese &amp;amp; crackers&lt;br /&gt;Animal crackers&lt;br /&gt;Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Turkey subs from Rubino's&lt;br /&gt;Turkey chili (yeah I have no idea how!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I really should have passed on:&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni pizza from Lean Cuisine&lt;br /&gt;Turkey sub from Wegmans&lt;br /&gt;Anything with beef, fish or chicken in it&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn with butter (someone cooks this every day at work around 1:30 and I want to hurl every time I smell it!)&lt;br /&gt;Chicken noodle soup (yeah that's weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine weeks down, hopefully only 3 more weeks until food looks and smells normal again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115975081267301304?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115975081267301304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115975081267301304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115975081267301304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115975081267301304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-eating-becomes-effort.html' title='When eating becomes an effort'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115895647962514667</id><published>2006-09-22T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:21:19.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking in the Lake Placid area</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/1600/DSC02815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I am pregnant!!  Almost 7 weeks now which is a huge milestone for me because my two miscarriages happened in the 5-6 week mark.  I have another ultrasound scheduled this Friday and if all is well I start the daily injections of Lovenox.  The past week has been rough physically and this weekend will be a huge test.  Not only am I the matron of honor in my friend's wedding, the next day 15 of us are going to the Buffalo Bills/NY Jets game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be overjoyed after suffering such heartbreak before.  Keep your fingers and toes crossed that my little bean stays, I love him/her so much already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115866798689019749?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115866798689019749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115866798689019749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115866798689019749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115866798689019749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/09/mia-no-longer.html' title='MIA no longer'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115522587242098104</id><published>2006-08-10T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:11:08.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated thank you</title><content type='html'>A very belated thank you to my dear friend &lt;a href="http://chicken-and-cheese.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy H&lt;/a&gt; who created my awesome banner for my page.  She inspired me to start this blog and has been my biggest supporter.  I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only figure out how to get rid of that stupid box behind it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115522587242098104?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115522587242098104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115522587242098104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115522587242098104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115522587242098104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/08/belated-thank-you.html' title='Belated thank you'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115517260161655087</id><published>2006-08-09T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:16:41.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out by Keuka Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/1600/DSC02614.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC02614.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/1600/DSC02608.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC02608.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/1600/DSC02603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC02603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115517260161655087?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115517260161655087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115517260161655087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115517260161655087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115517260161655087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/08/hanging-out-by-keuka-lake.html' title='Hanging out by Keuka Lake'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115513837881998684</id><published>2006-08-09T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:46:18.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Clueless Grandma Files</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, I love my mother to death.  She is giving, compassionate, understanding, everything a mom should be.  However, sometimes I really question her judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my stepfather just built a new house.  I was over there with hubby and child on Sunday to help unpack.  She decided to go visit the woman who hooks up the surround sound systems for the homes in the development.  This woman was at the house next door.  Oh yeah, she decided bring my son with her.  A few minutes later I went over there to see the house which was in the process of being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are there building materials everywhere, the steps to the front door were not even built yet.  I had to "walk a plank" to get up to the entrance (did my mother actually carry Cameron while walking on this 6 inch wide piece of wood???).  I step inside and my mom is holding Cam and he is screaming because he wants to go "upstairs".  I look around and what do I see?  No railings, no walls, exposed electrical wires and half-built stairs going up to nowhere.  What is the rationale of bringing a two year old to a place like this????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she did later concede that it was probably not the best place to bring a toddler.  Amen to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115513837881998684?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115513837881998684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115513837881998684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115513837881998684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115513837881998684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-clueless-grandma-files.html' title='From the Clueless Grandma Files'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115497108823126272</id><published>2006-08-07T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:29:44.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Year for Baby-Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I thought it would be so easy.  The first pregnancy happened before we were even officially trying.  Had everything perfectly planned &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; time.  I would get pregnant September 2005, give birth in June 2006 and enjoy 3 months off from work in the summer!!!  What a perfect plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it didn't happen in September.  Same for October.  That's okay, an August baby would be just fine.  Fall is beautiful in upstate NY, what a great time to be home.  The Monday morning after Thanksgiving I was at work when I suddenly started having sharp pains in my abdomen and I really wasn't feeling so hot.  I went to the bathroom and there was some bright red blood, not much, but enough for me to know something was wrong.  I called the doctor's office and they could get me in to see her the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my doctor what had happened and she ordered a pregnancy test.  "It's positive!  Congratulations!!"  I looked at her and burst into tears.  Here I thought something was wrong!!  (though the small voice in my head had already started raising concerns)  She sent me to have my hcg levels checked to make sure they were increasing.  They weren't.  A few days later I got the official word, my levels were dropping and I would most likely miscarry any day.  They were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was numb.  For a long time.  This was right before Christmas and I could hardly think about buying presents for people and being "festive".  Somehow I stumbled through the holidays, today I can hardy remember where we went and who we saw during that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was I started pulling away from my son.  The dreams started in January, one where he had fallen in water and I couldn't find him, ones where he was taken from me.  My fears of losing him grew out of control.  It is almost as if he sensed it too, for the first time in his short life he only wanted Daddy, not Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget President's Day weekend.  Cameron and I were playing on the couch and he got me laughing at some silly thing he was saying.  We were both hysterically laughing and I had tears rolling down my cheeks.  Suddenly he stopped and looked up at me with great concern.  He reached out and touched the tears on my face.  I said "Don't worry Mommy isn't sad, she is just laughing so hard".  His face lit up with a big smile and he gave me a big hug.  I silently promised I would never allow that distance to grow between us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before Memorial Day I found out I was pregnant again.  On the holiday weekend I miscarried.  This time the doctor ordered the barrage of tests.  Everything looked good except this one antibody.  Apparently I have specific antibodies that view an embryo as a foreign invader.  Therefore they try to destroy it and the damage is done via blood clots.  The actual disease is called APS or &lt;a href="http://www.hughes-syndrome.org/"&gt;antiphospholipid syndrome&lt;/a&gt;.  The good news is that it is treatable.  I'm taking baby aspirin and once I get pregnant I will inject myself daily with low molecular weight heparin (a blood thinner).  Hopefully we will have some good news soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the green light to start trying again so please send loads of baby dust our way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115497108823126272?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115497108823126272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115497108823126272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115497108823126272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115497108823126272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/08/rough-year-for-baby-making.html' title='Rough Year for Baby-Making'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115461391315896858</id><published>2006-08-03T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:18:12.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I am a 35 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been married for almost 4 years.  Not only do my husband and I work in the same company, we work in the same department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/1600/callah%20and%20cam3%207-06.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/callah%20and%20cam3%207-06.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother of a two year boy.  He's pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work as a software engineer and I live in upstate NY.  I was blessed to have had a father who had a job that took us all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been trying to have another baby for almost a year now.  More on that story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching VH1's World Series of Pop Culture I realized I have more useless information in my head than should be humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still listen to music I listened to in 8th grade.  My husband can not understand my continued fascination with Duran Duran and Madonna.  For his sake I don't wear my lace gloves and rubber bracelets anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115461391315896858?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115461391315896858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115461391315896858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115461391315896858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115461391315896858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32001526.post-115444321353081579</id><published>2006-08-01T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:40:13.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>I have to admit this is going to be a lame post.  I am just setting this up and hope to have some more posts on here soon.  Thanks for checking in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32001526-115444321353081579?l=mommybytes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/feeds/115444321353081579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32001526&amp;postID=115444321353081579&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115444321353081579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32001526/posts/default/115444321353081579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommybytes.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Jiggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422256878341569216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/1029/320/DSC01957.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
