<?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-5212498898680890967</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:59:27.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fitzy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-3304136979710799762</id><published>2008-04-02T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:22:38.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beast</title><content type='html'>What a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you know how i have said over and over again how Allie just loves her baby brother a little too much. like scary too much. well today was my nightmare come true.&lt;br /&gt;So we were at my mom’s house hanging out. Allie had taken a little cat nap around 10am which threw off her whole nap schedule. i tried to put her to bed at 1pm but she literally screamed her lungs out for 40 minutes. so we got her up and went and laid on my mom’s bed. Bo was asleep next me on one side and Allie on the other. i took a little nap, but i think allie stayed awake the whole time watching Little Bear. so after the 15th time she hit me in the face i decided i was done and we got up. only she was acting like a little terd and not wanting to leave Bo alone to finish his nap. I had to threaten her with going back upstairs to go to bed so she finally listened to me and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later my sister came out to me and said, i don’t know what happened but Allie was sitting next to Bo on the bed and now he is fussing a little bit. She had gotten allie away, but i went in to assess the situation. by the time i got there he had already fallen back asleep. i went out and talked to Allie once again saying that we don’t touch baby Bo when he is night night. If you do it again you are going to have to go back to bed upstairs. do you understand mommy? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ok so not even 2 minutes later i hear Bo start crying. i go into the bedroom to find him on the floor with allie standing over him. i totally freaked. i have no idea how he got there, but based on where he started and where he ended up i can only think that she somehow picked him up and dropped him. at least i hope thats what happend. otherwise he would have had to have been rolled off the very high bed, hit the floor and rolled again and rotated somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time i truely wanted to beat the living daylights out of my child. i was so angry i just didn’t even know what to do. i had to take a couple of deep breaths, hand of Bo to my sister and try and deal with allie. She was so tired and almost 2 that she was being totally unmanagable i felt the best thing for me to do was just leave the room and talk kindly to her later and hope that she understands.&lt;br /&gt;so in less than 2 weeks i drop one kid on her head and she turns around and drops my other kid. i hope they turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story..........let her keep crying until she actually falls asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-3304136979710799762?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/3304136979710799762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=3304136979710799762' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3304136979710799762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3304136979710799762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-beast.html' title='What a beast'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-5500346300890400208</id><published>2008-03-26T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:48:20.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phxkwJEMI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Wit_zF2yuk/s1600-h/P3130195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182061825550258370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phxkwJEMI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Wit_zF2yuk/s400/P3130195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plug queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phykwJENI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JZiJLOUWFIU/s1600-h/P3170205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182061842730127570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phykwJENI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JZiJLOUWFIU/s400/P3170205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Elvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phz0wJEOI/AAAAAAAAADA/D8w-DooI4j4/s1600-h/P3180212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182061864204964066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phz0wJEOI/AAAAAAAAADA/D8w-DooI4j4/s400/P3180212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-ph10wJEPI/AAAAAAAAADI/N7B_IsMtD4E/s1600-h/P3230238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182061898564702450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-ph10wJEPI/AAAAAAAAADI/N7B_IsMtD4E/s400/P3230238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is so adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-ph20wJEQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FMkUdzluHIU/s1600-h/P3230244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182061915744571650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-ph20wJEQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FMkUdzluHIU/s400/P3230244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the whole family.  a little blurry but the best i have&lt;br /&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/5212498898680890967-5500346300890400208?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/5500346300890400208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=5500346300890400208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/5500346300890400208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/5500346300890400208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R-phxkwJEMI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Wit_zF2yuk/s72-c/P3130195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-1284504449590454315</id><published>2008-03-25T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:35:49.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One heck of a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; day yesterday and i felt the need to blog about it.  At the end of this i will try and add some pictures that have nothing to do with yesterday, but its been a while since i posted anything so i have a lot to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was quite the day.  Shortly after waking up Bo took a huge poo.  Since he only goes every 3-4 days when i say huge i mean HUGE!  So while i am cleaning up his mess, and really only paying attention to the poop situation i realize he is peeing EVERYWHERE.  All over the dresser, the carpet, his chest, his neck.  Barely missed his face.  So after this i decide that today is a bath day for Bo.  We do a bath, which for those of you who have had babies know that at his age baths are stressful and difficult.  We get done, I get him dressed and comb his major mop of a head of hair.  Finally I am able to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; breakfast.  Poor thing was starving.  Bo is in his bounce seat and he starts crying so i go check to see what is wrong and he has spit up all over himself.  I think to myself, what is the point of bathing my children if this is what happens.  I change his clothes again, he barfs again, i change his clothes again, he does another major poop.  what is up with this kid. &lt;br /&gt;finally after a couple of hours of this things calm down.  he naps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; naps, and i can’t wait until everyone wakes up so we can get the heck out of the house.  finally around 230 we are packing up and leaving.  Allie normally insists on walking down the stairs on her own, which makes things easier on me since i have the baby in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;, the diaper bag, and usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;’s baby or something like that.  however today she was being stubborn and wanted me to carry her down too.  So i think "i’m tough, i can do it".  we make it all the way down stairs and my ankle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;buckles&lt;/span&gt;.  i am so weighted down by everything i am carrying that i can’t catch my balance and i keep stumbling until we come to the curb and i fall.  on top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;.  Bo’s seat went flying from my hands, but thank Goodness he was buckled in already so even though he was head down he was fine.  Allie however was underneath me bent over the curb.  I LITERALLY THOUGHT I HAD JUST KILLED MY KID.  i started screaming for help, and then Allie started screaming.  it took about 10 minutes to calm her down.  i was shaking so bad i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t get up from where i was, plus i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know how bad my injuries were.  Finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; calmed down and i though i should try my luck at getting up, since NOBODY came to help us.  not even after i yelled for help.  So i was able to get up only to find i had torn a huge hole in my only pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Capri&lt;/span&gt;’s that fit, my knee was bleeding and throbbing, my ankle was still in pain, my elbow was bleeding, and my other ankle was skinned.  now i had to figure out how to get everybody back upstairs and call the doctor.  So the doctor just told me to keep an eye on her.  if she started vomiting or became lethargic take her to emergency.  So this morning at 730 Allie was still asleep.  now on any other day that would have been amazing to me, but since her fall yesterday i started to worry that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to wake up.  She NEVER sleeps that late.  So i went in to wake her up, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wake up at first.  So i started to shake her and call her name and she opened her eyes and looked up at me and said, Hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt;.  i almost called the paramedics. &lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear in life is hurting my kids, and i did just that yesterday.  I know it could have been so much worse, but i can’t shake the guilt of hurting my baby.  She is totally fine now and probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t even remember the incident, but i will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, if your day starts off with a bunch of poop, its probably going to end with a bunch of poop.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I know i’m getting old because my whole body still hurts from the fall.  How sad is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-1284504449590454315?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/1284504449590454315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=1284504449590454315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/1284504449590454315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/1284504449590454315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-heck-of-day.html' title='One heck of a day'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-3743271903363635910</id><published>2007-12-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:37:22.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R2W2p1A3c1I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZmdEtL1vmuE/s1600-h/allie+n+santa+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144718979062264658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R2W2p1A3c1I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZmdEtL1vmuE/s400/allie+n+santa+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5212498898680890967-3743271903363635910?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/3743271903363635910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=3743271903363635910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3743271903363635910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3743271903363635910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/R2W2p1A3c1I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZmdEtL1vmuE/s72-c/allie+n+santa+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-3890099972804491209</id><published>2007-12-16T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:35:32.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie's meeting with Santa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So as most of you know, Allie is normally a very social and unintimidated kid.  She will talk to anyone, give high 5's to anyone, you name it.  When we go shopping it always takes at least 30 minutes longer than it should because she is such a social butterfly.  She even loves the characters at Disneyland.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well apparently Santa is on a completely different level than anyone, or anything else she comes in contact with.  I took her to see Santa last Thursday and i thought she would just sit on his lap and give a huge smile while he handed her a candy cane.  Boy was i WRONG.  I sat her down on his lap and she screamed.  You'll see with the attached picture.  Apparently she was so upset with him that the next night we took her to a church Christmas party where Santa came out to see the kids, and she would not have anything to do with him.  If we took a step toward the direction he was in she would try and reach for whoever was furthest from him, and in all reality we wern't that close.  Jimmy asked her if she wanted to see Santa and she emphatically said "NO"!!!!! and then buried her head in his shoulder so she couldn't even see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-3890099972804491209?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/3890099972804491209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=3890099972804491209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3890099972804491209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3890099972804491209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/12/allies-meeting-with-santa.html' title='Allie&apos;s meeting with Santa.'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-2525239055512447793</id><published>2007-10-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:55:23.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allie meeting some famous people&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjFLWZ6ggI/AAAAAAAAABw/qHNRfWTlDjo/s1600-h/PA180585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123061374917444098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjFLWZ6ggI/AAAAAAAAABw/qHNRfWTlDjo/s320/PA180585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjFFWZ6gfI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bkh8N3ikU_4/s1600-h/PA180583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123061271838228978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjFFWZ6gfI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bkh8N3ikU_4/s320/PA180583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjE7mZ6geI/AAAAAAAAABg/V4-J_dN3Xk8/s1600-h/PA180580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123061104334504418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjE7mZ6geI/AAAAAAAAABg/V4-J_dN3Xk8/s320/PA180580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEt2Z6gdI/AAAAAAAAABY/TcmlSF5Y_i4/s1600-h/PA180576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123060868111303122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEt2Z6gdI/AAAAAAAAABY/TcmlSF5Y_i4/s320/PA180576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEkmZ6gcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7G-C2ywZexE/s1600-h/PA130575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123060709197513154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEkmZ6gcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7G-C2ywZexE/s320/PA130575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEcmZ6gaI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZLQnaHVWsxw/s1600-h/PA130573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123060571758559650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEcmZ6gaI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZLQnaHVWsxw/s320/PA130573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEYGZ6gZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FXDm3SzpsYw/s1600-h/PA130570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123060494449148306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjEYGZ6gZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FXDm3SzpsYw/s320/PA130570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allie's first dance class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-2525239055512447793?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/2525239055512447793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=2525239055512447793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/2525239055512447793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/2525239055512447793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/10/allie-meeting-some-famous-people-allies.html' title=''/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/RxjFLWZ6ggI/AAAAAAAAABw/qHNRfWTlDjo/s72-c/PA180585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-1183728106718892371</id><published>2007-10-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:41:07.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allie just started her very first dance class.  She is having a blast so far.  The thing is, at her age she is quite a bit more independent than most kids.  Most of the kids in her class pretty much cling to their parents, who then can show their kids what to do.  Allie on the other hand has no fear of new things and is off and running the second we arrive.  It is absolutely exhausting for me, but worth it if she is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi_blogger is having some trouble allowing me to download the pics of this and the Hockey thing so please revisit soon and check them out when this thing starts working again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-1183728106718892371?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/1183728106718892371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=1183728106718892371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/1183728106718892371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/1183728106718892371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/10/allie-just-started-her-very-first-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-8911167065662214799</id><published>2007-10-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:36:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face off Fest</title><content type='html'>Last night Jimmy and I took Allie to the Face off Fest for the Ducks.  Its just a thing they do every year for season ticket holders to come and meet players and they have all kinds of fun things and free food, etc.  Anyway we got to meet Chris Pronger and Sean O'Donnell, and Sammy Pahlsson and Travis Moen.  We got pretty close but didn't quite get to meet Ryan Getzlaf and Todd Marchant but we did get a picture of the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the really exciting part is we got a picture of Allie with Pronger and Pahlsson.  Pronger was more than happy to do it however Pahlsson kind of just said we could take it as long as we make it quick.  He still smiled for the camera though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-8911167065662214799?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/8911167065662214799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=8911167065662214799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/8911167065662214799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/8911167065662214799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-off-fest.html' title='Face off Fest'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-5691608390596350219</id><published>2007-10-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:20:42.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5vmZ6gYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AKCZu_sCL3o/s1600-h/PA010537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122696959827280258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5vmZ6gYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AKCZu_sCL3o/s320/PA010537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5kWZ6gXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5pwWZbbctak/s1600-h/PA120559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122696766553751922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5kWZ6gXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5pwWZbbctak/s320/PA120559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5bmZ6gWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeVwrwtPn5U/s1600-h/PA120563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122696616229896546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5bmZ6gWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeVwrwtPn5U/s320/PA120563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5R2Z6gVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S1w8DBavZnY/s1600-h/PA120562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122696448726171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5R2Z6gVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S1w8DBavZnY/s320/PA120562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5ImZ6gUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vJamRhUCNj4/s1600-h/PA120565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122696289812382018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5ImZ6gUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vJamRhUCNj4/s320/PA120565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-5691608390596350219?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/5691608390596350219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=5691608390596350219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/5691608390596350219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/5691608390596350219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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/_0LC1Q3HE2ig/Rxd5vmZ6gYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AKCZu_sCL3o/s72-c/PA010537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-2095809071382458822</id><published>2007-10-17T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:33:57.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little pumpkin lover</title><content type='html'>Jimmy and I took Allie to the pumpkin patch last Thursday after we found out she was going to have a baby brother.  She has so much fun.  She would try and pick up a pumpkin that was too big and look at her daddy and say ughhhhh, then he would lift it up for a second and she would giggle.  Then she would run to a pumpkin that she could lift and take off with it.  It was so much fun to watch her go crazy and having such a good time.  I am going to try and attach some pictures, but i am not too good at this yet, so they may come later.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-2095809071382458822?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/2095809071382458822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=2095809071382458822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/2095809071382458822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/2095809071382458822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-pumpkin-lover.html' title='My little pumpkin lover'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-9080794169510743562</id><published>2007-10-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:08:56.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS  A BABY.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday I had my ultrasound.  Everything looks good, the baby is growing perfectly, and...............ITS A BOY.  I am so excited to have a boy since i already have my girl.  I have to say though, i went shopping yesterday and its really hard for me to stay focused on the boy clothes.  I guess it will just take me some practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-9080794169510743562?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/9080794169510743562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=9080794169510743562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/9080794169510743562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/9080794169510743562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-baby.html' title='ITS  A BABY.........'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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-5212498898680890967.post-3371425002580797493</id><published>2007-09-23T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:09:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-3371425002580797493?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/3371425002580797493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=3371425002580797493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3371425002580797493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/3371425002580797493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5212498898680890967.post-444414525967557756</id><published>2007-09-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:26:34.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally am doing it</title><content type='html'>ok so i'm finally doing it. i don't really have anything much to say but here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is doing well, except for a couple colds and some fire ant bites, but she takes everything in stride. Saturday we went to Disneyland to see all the Halloween decorations and it was raaaainging hard. it didn't bother me at all because being pregnant i am always hot so it was actually kind of nice, but Allie and Jimmy getting soaked wasn't as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to a new subject....we get to find out if we are having a boy or a girl on October 11th. Yeah!!! we cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy loves his job, still plays ice hockey, and forces at least one football game on me per week, but he does have to put up with Dancing with the Stars, and So you think you can Dance. although if you ask me i think he likes the SYTYCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically things are good, and of course we all hope things are well with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5212498898680890967-444414525967557756?l=thefitzys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/feeds/444414525967557756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5212498898680890967&amp;postID=444414525967557756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/444414525967557756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5212498898680890967/posts/default/444414525967557756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzys.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-finally-am-doing-it.html' title='i finally am doing it'/><author><name>Fitzys</name><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
