tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78727428348849630632024-03-12T21:20:22.840-04:00Adventures of Bam BamBam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-34156861105783874462009-06-18T11:05:00.002-04:002009-06-18T11:17:39.750-04:00Family Portrait<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SjpX9oAWBFI/AAAAAAAABQ0/iJf2fL_-vUs/s320/f4aa1796-2906-473a-a6c8-3677468273adw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684223678383186" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SjpX9XwXhCI/AAAAAAAABQs/f_W9UWJlmRk/s320/36fea15c-105e-48b7-8e2a-e2943fdc98bew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684219316405282" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SjpX9wYDWjI/AAAAAAAABQ8/APOGDJWJMLU/s320/cd24a141-895e-45ee-8848-06ca5229d15ew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684225925306930" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, a family portrait. This has been put off for way to long. We went out a few weeks ago to have our pictures taken. Believe or not we went to my not so favorite portrait studio JCPenney! And would you know we ended up getting the same woman from the first time I was there. If any of you remember my post on that you would totally understand. It was not a good first impression of JCPenney! Well I decided to give it another shot since I had coupons, I mean how bad could it be right? Well it was even worse than my first experience. For one, the woman who did our shoot just doesn't have patience for children. Now tell me why in the world does she work at a portrait studio! Once again I felt as if I was being rushed through my shoot. So we ended up getting about 13 frames, but she said we had 30. Maybe hubby and I can't count, I guess we both were absent from elementary school during the counting lesson. This time I definitely learned my lesson. No more JCPenney portraits for me (I mean it this time), we are sticking with The Picture People!</div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-45287013941309157312009-06-15T23:22:00.004-04:002009-06-15T23:57:09.927-04:00We're Back!Hello Blog Buddies!<div><br /></div><div>It has been 6 months since I've blogged! There has been so many things going on I don't know where to start. Well let start by saying that Mr. C is now a little man! He is 16 months old and on a mission. We have been having a blast now that he is a toddler. We hold conversations together (yes he can talk), we go out and play together (I'm a big kid), we go out to eat together, heck we do everything together. He truly is my BUDDY. I don't know if any of you remember the dolls from the 80's, My Buddy and Kid Sister, well Mr. C is My Buddy! </div><div><br /></div><div>All the fun we were having came to a sudden halt in April! I ended up getting a job that I thought I wanted. I think I was at a point in my life where I felt like it was time for me to go back to work. Well that I did! My first day of work Mr. C woke up in the middle of the night with a temperature of 102. Hubby had to take off from work (since it was my first day) to take Mr. C to the doctor. To our surprise Mr. C had a double ear infection. Therefore he missed his first 2 days of daycare. Bad start right there! Well a few weeks later Mr. C had another ear infection. Hubby had to take off from work once again. And what do you know as soon as he finished his antibiotics, ear infection. So all this is going on while I'm working. Not to mention the problems we were having at daycare. Mr. C somehow developed an interest in biting other children. About three weeks into daycare we started receiving notices home that he was biting the children. This was about once a week then it progressed to just about everyday. I was at wits end with all of this. It was starting to be overwhelming. Here is my child biting other children and I couldn't do much about it because I wasn't there to see and he's never done it in front of me. So the conclusion of it all was to leave my job to go back home and take care of my child. </div><div><br /></div><div>There it is blog buddies. You will start hearing much more from me. I must turn in now as it is way past my bed time. Pictures of Mr. C will follow later. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao per ora!</div><div>(Bye for now!)</div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-7417542115452373592008-12-09T21:45:00.003-05:002008-12-09T21:53:33.065-05:00The Jolly Old Guy<div>That's right, Mr. C had his picture taken with Santa! He loved it. I thought he would be a little scared of Santa but boy was I wrong. He enjoyed sitting there with Santa. Well he didn't actually sit. I had to keep chasing after him because he wanted to explore around the studio. The photographer did happen to get a few good shots though. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/ST8t9bPKo-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/aSoeIYPlxIc/s1600-h/CDR2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/ST8t9bPKo-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/aSoeIYPlxIc/s320/CDR2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277987821608149986" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/ST8t8sBFrqI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CqcVXQVrOeE/s320/CDR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277987808932638370" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/ST8t9bPKo-I/AAAAAAAAA5g/aSoeIYPlxIc/s1600-h/CDR2.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/ST8t80eC83I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/vw8ogsRbAW8/s1600-h/CDR1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/ST8t80eC83I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/vw8ogsRbAW8/s320/CDR1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277987811201577842" /></a><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-58678631219290720492008-12-04T22:00:00.005-05:002008-12-04T22:15:25.823-05:00Throwback Thursday<div>Here is Mr. C at 2 months old. I love looking at these pictures. I look back at these and I look at him now and I just can't believe that he is about to be a year old already. I really do miss the days when he was this age where I could just sit and hold him and stare him and he wouldn't try to fight me to get down. My little baby boy is growing up so fast I don't know where the time went. I know understand what people mean when they say "Don't rush for them to walk and talk, enjoy them while they are still babies." I can say that I enjoyed my Mr. C. Actually I am still enjoying him when I can. Now that he is mobile (thinking he can walk), he just wants to crawl around and explore. When he is all worn out and tired that's when I get my cuddle time with him. I am really going to miss these days when he is a true big boy and off to school. Why can't we keep this at this age forever??? Well, I'll always have my pictures to remind me of those precious days when he was a little stinky binky baby! Mommy loves you soooooooo much! xoxoxoxoxo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STiaJIhofII/AAAAAAAAA5I/7ILAvJvQ1eo/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STiaJIhofII/AAAAAAAAA5I/7ILAvJvQ1eo/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276136445162585218" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STiZnVRAKSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/62F2M8d4fjM/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135864466942242" />Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-443588767669794362008-12-03T11:26:00.000-05:002008-12-04T11:28:27.621-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STgE9jGr_ZI/AAAAAAAAA44/EUWh_DdWXFE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STgE9jGr_ZI/AAAAAAAAA44/EUWh_DdWXFE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275972418906357138" /></a>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-32482079520368775192008-12-02T17:13:00.009-05:002008-12-02T18:03:25.033-05:00Gymboree Play & Music<div>Our play date today was at <a href="http://www.gymboreeclasses.com/">Gymboree Play & Music</a>. The kiddies had soooo much fun! Mr. C of course was all over the place. </div><div><br /></div><div>He tried climbing over this little wall,</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW1Gcnr5LI/AAAAAAAAA3w/R5ONndcNYdo/s1600-h/100_1353.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW1Gcnr5LI/AAAAAAAAA3w/R5ONndcNYdo/s320/100_1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321660900893874" /></a><div><br /></div><div>He climbed up the ramp to Ms. Cady,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW1GEPJn5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/qCd5U8etlJI/s1600-h/100_1360.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW1GEPJn5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/qCd5U8etlJI/s320/100_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321654355533714" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He rode on a rocking horse,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW1FEhb0eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/LJxHiCuIPgU/s1600-h/100_1362.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW1FEhb0eI/AAAAAAAAA3g/LJxHiCuIPgU/s320/100_1362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321637252354530" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Snapped a picture of Mr. A and his mommy,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0wQ0ByxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/IhjddLZzPLI/s1600-h/100_1356.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0wQ0ByxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/IhjddLZzPLI/s320/100_1356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321279774313234" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Rode the seesaw with Jilly,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0v5LAlVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rDK2XD8F-NE/s1600-h/100_1239.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0v5LAlVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rDK2XD8F-NE/s320/100_1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321273428251986" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Climbed through a tunnel, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0voBU9zI/AAAAAAAAA3I/hXrgna4igYs/s1600-h/100_1358.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0voBU9zI/AAAAAAAAA3I/hXrgna4igYs/s320/100_1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321268824241970" /></a></div><div><br />Tried to climb up the climbing wall (didn't make it up though), and then skedaddled his way to the next obstacle. He had a blast! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0vBXmwuI/AAAAAAAAA24/Ym5iFI6-Cao/s1600-h/100_1361.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0vBXmwuI/AAAAAAAAA24/Ym5iFI6-Cao/s320/100_1361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321258448700130" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STW0vVUVmnI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tKwHyVX8zbM/s320/100_1363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275321263803701874" /><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-62926994677112329572008-11-27T22:27:00.000-05:002008-12-01T22:54:58.465-05:00First Thanksgiving<div>Mr. C celebrated his very first Thanksgiving with all his family. We are so thankful to have relatives who are so loving and giving. I can't wait until Mr. C is old enough to understand how important family is and how blessed he is to have such wonderful people in his life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Early this morning we headed back home to visit relatives and to get our grub on. Mr. C didn't waste any time stuffing his face. He enjoyed the food from every house we went to. We we to three different places and Mr. C ate at all three. This was the first time he's seen so much food and he didn't want any of it to go to waste. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. C and Aunt Nee-Nee </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgvBpb_I/AAAAAAAAA08/BU2Qi2QSeB8/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgvBpb_I/AAAAAAAAA08/BU2Qi2QSeB8/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031841448488946" /></a><div><br /></div><div>He was trying to get away so he could get in on a plate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgjdTPtI/AAAAAAAAA00/OArponhtR3g/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgjdTPtI/AAAAAAAAA00/OArponhtR3g/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031838343249618" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Once he escaped from Auntie Nee-Nee he was focused on his food.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgSIp14I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Lie7URP9Rbg/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgSIp14I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Lie7URP9Rbg/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031833693247362" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Still focused.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgAnDMgI/AAAAAAAAA0k/f9CFa724CZE/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STStgAnDMgI/AAAAAAAAA0k/f9CFa724CZE/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031828988899842" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. C with Auntie Nez & Liq<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs53-KSMI/AAAAAAAAA0c/I_YESHuATZ8/s1600-h/100_1347.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs53-KSMI/AAAAAAAAA0c/I_YESHuATZ8/s320/100_1347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031173834885314" /></a><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Me and my nephew<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs5rTBsZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ws9q3QUdndM/s1600-h/100_1348.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs5rTBsZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ws9q3QUdndM/s320/100_1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031170432741778" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby & Mr. C ready to take off for our next location.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs5WkznWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_NgIiT8ruV0/s1600-h/100_1349.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs5WkznWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_NgIiT8ruV0/s320/100_1349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031164870172002" /></a><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Rayne, Raven and Hubby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs3oKsSNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/VTxyqRhuWQU/s1600-h/100_1346.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSs3oKsSNI/AAAAAAAAA0E/VTxyqRhuWQU/s320/100_1346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031135232739538" /></a><br /><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-61462840983726295382008-11-25T22:11:00.007-05:002008-12-01T22:25:14.859-05:00If At First You Don't Succeed...<div>Pick yourself up and try again. That's exactly what Mr. C did. Or it could be that anything is possible with the help of a HIPPO! The hungry, hungry hippo is supposed to eat the blocks as you roll over them but Mr. C prefers that he eats shoes. Take a look at him on the go with Mr. Hippo! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyB6uiZKSwTkAfGeLwqij3nacAy4eakmwOQD1bn176F6NFI6mf3T3CLPR_gq0OWKf9FKg5F5qog8wi_5O3j4Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-71492302682086221202008-11-25T16:23:00.006-05:002008-12-01T21:42:23.822-05:00Play Date<div>Today we traveled to a friends house for a play date. It's so much fun to sit back and watch the babies explore and do their own thing. It's funny how just five or so months ago they were just watching the mommies have their play date, but now that these little people are on the move we have to watch them. How time flies when you're having fun or should I say "babies." </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These two little ones were on the move non-stop exploring every inch of the house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeNAHXpKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IKHQKIMPSeA/s1600-h/100_1182.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeNAHXpKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IKHQKIMPSeA/s320/100_1182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015009764091042" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeNAHXpKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IKHQKIMPSeA/s1600-h/100_1182.jpg"><br /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeM6YftqI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e7Ibru7LgzY/s1600-h/100_1186.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. C learned a new trick, how to put the basketball in the hoop. (with no help from mommy either)</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeM6YftqI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e7Ibru7LgzY/s1600-h/100_1186.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeM6YftqI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e7Ibru7LgzY/s320/100_1186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015008225310370" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMzuXOUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/W9oOphwWxAo/s1600-h/100_1189.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We couldn't keep these two from going up the stairs. Ms. Jilly showed Mr. C around her house and how to climb the stairs. She's a pro!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMzuXOUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/W9oOphwWxAo/s1600-h/100_1189.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMzuXOUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/W9oOphwWxAo/s320/100_1189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015006437980482" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMk549dI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ae1QpWDcRFM/s1600-h/100_1188.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. A enjoyed the musical rain forest.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMk549dI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ae1QpWDcRFM/s1600-h/100_1188.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMk549dI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ae1QpWDcRFM/s320/100_1188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015002459796946" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMntYYmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6fdFqtBEKuc/s1600-h/100_1191.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">While Ms. J enjoyed a teether and her mommy!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMntYYmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6fdFqtBEKuc/s1600-h/100_1191.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/STSeMntYYmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6fdFqtBEKuc/s320/100_1191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275015003212636770" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">A fun time was had by all. Thanks for having us over Ms. Jilly!</div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-88306823342276975142008-11-15T19:29:00.001-05:002008-11-16T16:54:12.360-05:00Little Gym Adventures<div>Today we took Mr. C to a class at <a href="http://www.thelittlegym.com">The Little Gym</a>. He loved it. The Little Gym classes geared toward motor skill development and so much more for kids ages 0 - 12 years old. As soon as the class started Mr. C was very much engaged and all smiles. He wanted to explore every part of the gym. This was a great experience for Mr. C and Mommy & Daddy. We can't wait to go back.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. C ready to pass the ball the one of the other babies</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSraC95WI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ymMhlF_9fgo/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSraC95WI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ymMhlF_9fgo/s320/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269372838447277410" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSraC95WI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ymMhlF_9fgo/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"><br /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqkFvAlI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/78sPIqovK9E/s1600-h/photo.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here he is with Daddy working on lifting himself up. He's a pretty strong guy for 9 1/2 months.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqkFvAlI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/78sPIqovK9E/s1600-h/photo.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqkFvAlI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/78sPIqovK9E/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269372823963370066" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqVQ7C8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/TDnHwDj4GtU/s1600-h/photo_2.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqVQ7C8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/TDnHwDj4GtU/s1600-h/photo_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqVQ7C8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/TDnHwDj4GtU/s320/photo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269372819983764418" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqKHFLBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TdpycqcZxEc/s1600-h/photo-2_2.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqKHFLBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TdpycqcZxEc/s1600-h/photo-2_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqKHFLBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TdpycqcZxEc/s320/photo-2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269372816989694994" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqENpszI/AAAAAAAAAw4/AQiZZA08X1A/s1600-h/photo-8.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here Daddy, now you roll the ball.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqENpszI/AAAAAAAAAw4/AQiZZA08X1A/s1600-h/photo-8.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SSCSqENpszI/AAAAAAAAAw4/AQiZZA08X1A/s320/photo-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269372815406641970" /></a><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-18718792735514616802008-11-08T21:20:00.005-05:002008-11-08T21:55:37.228-05:00Going Green!<div>Mr. C and I went to our first <a href="http://www.greenfestivals.org">Green Festival</a> today. It was held in Washington DC at the convention center. At first we were going to hop the train down because it's so much easier when it comes to driving and finding a parking spot and it's a part of "Going Green". But then I decided against it since it was just Mr. C and I, so we drove down. Of course when we got there I had to drive around for awhile looking for parking. After about 15 minutes I gave up and found a parking garage which cost me $10. I wasn't to thrilled about paying $10 considering the festival cost $15. Well to my surprise when we made into the convention center and waited in the very long line to buy my ticket, a woman was asking if anyone wanted a free a pass. Now who would turn that down. I gladly accepted the ticket from the woman and moseyed my way into the festival. (The $10 parking wasn't so bad after that.) </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJq3K7__I/AAAAAAAAAwo/lmJ9vFKGdUk/s1600-h/100_1326.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJq3K7__I/AAAAAAAAAwo/lmJ9vFKGdUk/s320/100_1326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266477814969532402" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJq3K7__I/AAAAAAAAAwo/lmJ9vFKGdUk/s1600-h/100_1326.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once we stepped foot (and stroller) into the festival there were tons of vendors. It was great. I got to try all kinds of organic food samples. I mean there were cookies, tea, cereal, brownies, granola bars, you name it they had it. And if you know me I tried every single sample that I came across. There were people giving presentations on several different things. One that caught my attention was a woman talking about the chemicals used on the produce sold in supermarkets. She had every chemical listed which was well over 20. She went into how some are harmful and just gave a whole spiel on it. I even purchased an organic t-shirt. Hey, we are all for saving the earth. We do our share in our household. Do you??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJqsnD-aI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Yppuay7Djf8/s1600-h/100_1324.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJqsnD-aI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Yppuay7Djf8/s320/100_1324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266477812134705570" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. C needed a break from the stroller. He wanted to see what all the fuss about "Going Green" was. Mommy had to school him on what "Going Green" meant. I think he has the idea now.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJqUH776I/AAAAAAAAAwY/bATO_Mhxk4g/s1600-h/100_1322.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJqUH776I/AAAAAAAAAwY/bATO_Mhxk4g/s320/100_1322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266477805561704354" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div>To my dear readers, always remember: REDUCE. REUSE. RECYCLE.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJQB9vt-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/qsBcS4VzlmA/s1600-h/100_1322.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZJPb4W1II/AAAAAAAAAwA/rhq9dHqL59o/s1600-h/100_1326.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-5537396877595062842008-11-07T21:55:00.005-05:002008-11-07T22:13:08.263-05:00Welcome To The World Nephew!<div style="text-align: center;">On September 27th Mr. E.B. was born into this world. He came in as a very big boy weighing 9 lbs 9 oz. When Mr. E.B. was born we weren't even here to celebrate as we were away in Jamaica. When we returned to the states we made our way over to my sister's to see the new addition to the family. Seeing Mr. EB made me miss those days when Mr. C was his age. Mr. C and Mr. E.B. took some flicks together looking like binky twins in the below picture. We definitely have to get rid of that thing soon. We'll leave the binky's for Mr. E.B (if you know what I know he really needs them:^)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUBbu6zhPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4FvVpft2D0g/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUBbu6zhPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4FvVpft2D0g/s200/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266116915242435826" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUBbdIZqEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/A3ttNvHxhUo/s1600-h/100_1250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUBbdIZqEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/A3ttNvHxhUo/s200/100_1250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266116910467622978" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUBbDFTbAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7DL7k803oZA/s200/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266116903475309570" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUBbdIZqEI/AAAAAAAAAvg/A3ttNvHxhUo/s1600-h/100_1250.JPG"><br /></a></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-75124175519910838842008-11-07T21:43:00.004-05:002008-11-07T21:54:49.943-05:00Doing Big Boy Things<div style="text-align: center;">The other night for Mr. C's bath we decided to let him experience a "Big Boy" bath in the regular bath tub. He had a blast. Between the splashing and eating the toys I managed to get a photo and some of it on video. I just love this little guy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT-cVglkyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/W6FI3URCimw/s1600-h/100_1308.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT-cVglkyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/W6FI3URCimw/s320/100_1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266113627066569506" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxE8UR0EvB6xvBgYj6HVi2zAYeGSQ6Y-ACxombOUsBsFq_HEcoyy7JfsCYupAgRRnu1HGgg4DTsHe3TrxA2JA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-85594387526989280952008-11-07T21:30:00.004-05:002008-11-07T22:58:01.736-05:00Back In The Swing Of Things...<div>Ok...I know I am so late posting this but I had to do it before it was really late. I had to post these pictures of Mr. C in his costume. I don't really do the Halloween thing but we were invited to a birthday party a few weeks before Halloween and the children were supposed to come wearing their costumes. As you can see Mr. C was a duck. He just loves ducks (especially Ming Ming Duck from Wonder Pets). He actually got to wear his costume twice. The second time was when we met some of friends from the New Mom's Group at Clark Elioak Farm. We had a good time. We went on a hayride, crawled around in the pumpkin patch and saw some cool animals. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT6sh-H0BI/AAAAAAAAAuw/KUJ_44-86bk/s1600-h/100_1279.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT6sh-H0BI/AAAAAAAAAuw/KUJ_44-86bk/s320/100_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109507243069458" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT6sh-H0BI/AAAAAAAAAuw/KUJ_44-86bk/s1600-h/100_1279.JPG"><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT6sLpooNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WWBp5EaBiQc/s1600-h/100_1308.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT6sLpooNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WWBp5EaBiQc/s320/100_1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109501251559634" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRT6rnyMkcI/AAAAAAAAAug/YeWw5KZxEcY/s320/100_1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266109491623793090" />Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-25100064881401197972008-11-06T22:14:00.001-05:002008-11-07T22:27:24.090-05:00Throwback Thursday<div>Sitting in the house being silly one day I snapped this picture of Mr. C and sent it to Hubby. This was the norm in the beginning. Sitting home taking 50 million pictures a day. What a life I had back then. This was before Mr. C and I started going to the mom's groups. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2 months old</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUFTPOZuBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/riikKi3Vp5M/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUFTPOZuBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/riikKi3Vp5M/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRUFTPOZuBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/riikKi3Vp5M/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266121167342254098" /></a><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-32890419359560527782008-11-05T22:03:00.001-05:002008-11-08T22:11:59.747-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">President Elect Barack Obama</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZUELVYBUI/AAAAAAAAAww/RFlf3DhNQR0/s1600-h/barack-obama-08-desktop-wallpaper.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZUELVYBUI/AAAAAAAAAww/RFlf3DhNQR0/s1600-h/barack-obama-08-desktop-wallpaper.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRZUELVYBUI/AAAAAAAAAww/RFlf3DhNQR0/s320/barack-obama-08-desktop-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266489244995028290" /></a><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-11535709072018054342008-11-04T12:43:00.006-05:002008-11-04T14:45:30.701-05:00Rock The Vote!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRCLuSiWpVI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RV25BTt3nXw/s1600-h/vote.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRCLuSiWpVI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RV25BTt3nXw/s320/vote.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264861591762281810" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SRCQo6Sgg2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/wxv6Lmstxfo/s200/senatorbarackobama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866996912161634" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is ELECTION DAY! Mr. C and I "Rocked The Vote" That's right we headed out this morning to cast our ballot. When we arrived at the polling place the lines were ridiculously long but we were honored to be among all the voters. I didn't think Mr. C would last in such a long line but to my surprise he handled it like a champ. We were in line for about an hour and Mr. C made some friends during our wait. The energy was great. Everyone seemed to be ecstatic to be out voting. I know I was. This day is definitely a historic moment and and I'm thankful that I am able to be a part of it. If you haven't been out to vote, please, go VOTE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-86627219596255385572008-10-18T19:20:00.009-04:002008-10-21T08:19:24.718-04:00It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!<div>Today we followed Bam Bam as he chased after the Great Pumpkin. The family along with some friends from the "New Mom's Group" went pumpkin picking today at <a href="http://www.pickyourown.com/">Larriland Farm.</a></div><div>The babies enjoyed testing each pumpkin for firmness, roll-ability and taste. Mr. C picked the perfect pumpkin for carving. Ria and Leora picked up a few good pumpkins also. It was the perfect fall day for picking pumpkins. Join us on our journey below. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPvBuQ2-WNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ukhBu8TLC4k/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPvBuQ2-WNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ukhBu8TLC4k/s320/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259009990428874962" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPvBvGw3vcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/s0Ff3pRt4HQ/s320/474197135603_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259010004898790850" /><br /><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2738188573455122678&site=widget-f6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><br /></div><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573455122678&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p1/2738188573455122678/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573455122678&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p2/2738188573455122678/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573455122678&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p4/2738188573455122678/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-19330739245879965932008-10-16T22:58:00.005-04:002008-10-16T23:39:29.838-04:00Jamaica "Pictures"<div><embed src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2738188573454803377&site=widget-b1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573454803377&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p1/2738188573454803377/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573454803377&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p2/2738188573454803377/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2738188573454803377&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p4/2738188573454803377/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-41722216372569323662008-10-16T22:35:00.002-04:002008-10-16T22:53:42.182-04:00Eaten Alive<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf6rtobKFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WqtIsrQkkOs/s1600-h/100_1274.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf6rtobKFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WqtIsrQkkOs/s400/100_1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257946718868809810" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So if you've been keeping track of the blog I had a post up last month about Mr. C cutting teeth. Well the teeth are in and as a result he is munching down on any and every thing. This little turtle here was eaten alive by Mr. C the other day. This turtle dangles from his exersaucer he has. He pulls everything off of it and starts gnawing on it. Well the other day I had him in his exersaucer while I was getting his clothes together. I came out to get him so I could change his diaper and start getting him dressed. Well I noticed a bunch of green specs on his chest and was wondering what it was. I went back into the living room and found the turtle lying on the floor with some of the green paint missing. I looked over at Mr. C as if to say "How could you do this to Mr. Turtle"??? Then I started thinking about lead paint. After contemplating on whether to call the doctor or not I took a deep breath and said "Ok don't panic, he'll be ok. He didn't consume to much of the paint and if so it will come out in his poo" I'm so not trying to be that panicky parent that calls the doctor for every little thing. So far I've been pretty good. Mr. C has been pretty healthy. He hasn't been sick a day in his little life and hasn't had any major injuries, so I think we're doing alright. I'm sure everything I just mention will be coming our way soon. When it does that's when I'll be the panicky parent!</div><div><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-11916660591524987512008-10-16T22:16:00.004-04:002008-10-19T20:01:37.483-04:00Play Date<div>On Tuesday we headed over to the library for story time. We listened to several stories about puppies which the babies loved. Afterwards, they broke out the balls and the babies went wild. Mostly just eating the balls. Everything in sight is edible. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2iHcsNYI/AAAAAAAAAps/1AOqo2wU_wU/s1600-h/100_1267.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2iHcsNYI/AAAAAAAAAps/1AOqo2wU_wU/s200/100_1267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942155953714562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2iRGh9tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/t32u5_sj3Lo/s1600-h/100_1269.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Earlier today Emily2 put together a mom/baby outing at a boutique called Little Sunshine Trading Company. They had tons of cute stuff. The babies enjoyed themselves in the playroom while the mom's looked around. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2iRGh9tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/t32u5_sj3Lo/s1600-h/100_1269.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2iRGh9tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/t32u5_sj3Lo/s200/100_1269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942158545123026" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2iwkWCBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/UvPJWgRHnvk/s200/100_1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942166991669266" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. C was checking out the stuffed animals.<br /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPf2jD9g11I/AAAAAAAAAqE/SID-d_787VY/s200/100_1271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257942172197508946" /><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-14957574651354166902008-10-16T20:51:00.003-04:002008-10-16T21:00:26.779-04:00Baby In A Box<div>Ok....we didn't do a soap box derby but we did play hide the baby in the box. Several weeks ago Mr. C came across the diaper box and totally lost it. I unloaded the diapers and had the box in the living room and from that point on Mr. C was totally into the box. He had a time with this box as you can see below. I don't know what it is with babies and boxes but they seem to love them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPfiR35dM2I/AAAAAAAAApU/5hA8B8XbEeg/s1600-h/100_1134.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPfiR35dM2I/AAAAAAAAApU/5hA8B8XbEeg/s320/100_1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919886668936034" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPfiSG5zZ6I/AAAAAAAAApc/xbC-QDZkv6I/s320/100_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919890696923042" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPfiSaUd1eI/AAAAAAAAApk/JuliUef25DU/s1600-h/100_1131.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SPfiSaUd1eI/AAAAAAAAApk/JuliUef25DU/s320/100_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257919895909029346" /></a>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-72276378934217081072008-10-13T18:01:00.002-04:002008-10-13T18:09:54.601-04:00<div>Mr. C almost gave me a heart attack several weeks ago. Hubby and I was in the kitchen and Mr. C was in the living banging on the coffee table. I happened to look over and he was standing in front of the table trying to fix his sleeve on his shirt. I ran into the living room so fast afraid he was going to fall face first on the table. Well to my surprise he was standing on his own and he eventually just fell back on his booty. He has been doing this just about everyday now. He'll pull up on something let his hands go and see how long he can stand before falling. I finally caught on video. Take a look.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz_X8KRLvb8niogfac6QvJyFN_guFoHJrjB6yDJVbno5px9iwKVZmQ8zVZI_6LxBMn5Sc8HdjUxj7MqQZqRcQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-38632103667536104632008-10-09T13:48:00.002-04:002008-10-09T14:08:32.276-04:00Vow Renewal in Negril, Jamaica<div>It's only been a little over a year since Harlan and I got married but after our vow renewal ceremony it feels like we were just married. The ceremony was beautiful and we thank everyone for sharing in this moment with us. For those who could not make it, here are a few pictures from our second big day. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. (Ephesians 5:31)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FCrHTZFI/AAAAAAAAAos/VAsjkUQ-MjE/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FCrHTZFI/AAAAAAAAAos/VAsjkUQ-MjE/s320/003_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255213727423358034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FDw4y4pI/AAAAAAAAAo0/x3fcEE7ocrE/s1600-h/002_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FDw4y4pI/AAAAAAAAAo0/x3fcEE7ocrE/s320/002_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255213746152989330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FEHiCjYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IKfg4YlzkdQ/s1600-h/008_8.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FEHiCjYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IKfg4YlzkdQ/s320/008_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255213752231562626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FESB8L4I/AAAAAAAAApE/BxjJ2cbNSyg/s1600-h/004_4.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FESB8L4I/AAAAAAAAApE/BxjJ2cbNSyg/s320/004_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255213755049717634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FESnMMAI/AAAAAAAAApM/q9-tAdVxFqM/s1600-h/100_1170.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5FESnMMAI/AAAAAAAAApM/q9-tAdVxFqM/s320/100_1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255213755205955586" /></a>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872742834884963063.post-40254508723647022772008-10-09T13:27:00.007-04:002008-10-09T13:47:49.410-04:00A Vacation To Remember<div>We are finally back home and getting back to our normal lives. We were away in Negril, Jamaica for a week and loved every moment of our time there. We traveled to Jamaica with our friends and family to re-new our vows. Everyone had a wonderful time. The weather was great, the food was delicious and the resort was beautiful. Below are a few pictures of the family having an awesome time at Beaches Negril. I'll post pictures of the wedding ceremony in a different post.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. C & Daddy enjoying the water.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>During the entire trip Mr. C wanted to spend most of his time in the water. He also enjoyed munching down on some mango and pineapple. He really enjoyed himself.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5Aghk-JcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/mW6Be5dWs3Y/s1600-h/001_1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5Aghk-JcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/mW6Be5dWs3Y/s320/001_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255208742701376962" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Heading out to sea on the glass bottom boat. Mr. C is such a big boy!</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5Ag8bud6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/AH436gxGO6Y/s320/100_1215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255208749910357922" /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Family Portrait. Say cheese!!!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5AhIFvwAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/GpXb4Buic1w/s1600-h/001_1_2.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5AhIFvwAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/GpXb4Buic1w/s320/001_1_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255208753039392770" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. C loving the sand.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dE_MFLtPvQI/SO5AhNTlkWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tE_AteXWGZM/s320/002_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255208754439623010" /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>Bam Bam's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909345289700171541noreply@blogger.com2