<?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-6590264851274828230</id><updated>2011-08-21T07:23:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Wolfgramm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-659866920708308465</id><published>2010-11-22T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:32:51.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrt-PPNv9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cSowYV1c92c/s1600/Family%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrt-PPNv9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cSowYV1c92c/s400/Family%2B041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542503944930836434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little late for Halloween pictures but better late than never.  Our second annual pumpkin family picture.  Below was our outfits for the ward Halloween party.  The dragon, the damsel in distress and her knight.  The party was late and Tommy didn't have too much fun until he realized that people were giving out candy.  He stole a whole cookie from the cake walk table and was happy as could be dancing and eating his prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrt9i_pkQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1lw1yEfM4Rg/s1600/Family%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrt9i_pkQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1lw1yEfM4Rg/s400/Family%2B039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542503933054390530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-659866920708308465?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/659866920708308465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/659866920708308465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/659866920708308465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Fun'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrt-PPNv9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cSowYV1c92c/s72-c/Family%2B041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-6907047120152281121</id><published>2010-11-22T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:16:26.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy's Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrn5ocXUbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ustk3Sf0AOA/s1600/Family%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrn4SYlyCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g_ek9jVZh9k/s1600/Family%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrn4SYlyCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g_ek9jVZh9k/s400/Family%2B038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542497245626484770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tommy is now a year and a half and I haven't written in forever!  Being busy isn't a good excuse but it's the only one I have.&lt;br /&gt;To catch up here's a list of Tommy's favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking on the phone.  The other day I called and Tommy answered the phone and talked to me for three whole minutes before anyone realized what he was doing.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking on the calculator.  This goes along with the first.  He thinks it's a phone and will put it up to his ear and talk.  Or he pulls out the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking on the remote.  Not only does he turn on and off the TV with the remote but he talks on it as if it is a phone.  See the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coloring.  He all of a sudden enjoys coloring.  His favorite color is  purple.  He takes both of the purple crayons in his hands and only uses  those two. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaking his head no.  This is a favorite especially when we're trying to see what he wants to eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All done.  Doesn't matter what he's doing but if he's sick of it he lifts up his hands and says 'all done' and expects to be done.  He was doing this over and over again on the airplane while crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes.  He has always liked shoes and is very good about putting them on because that means he gets to go...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outside.  This I think is still his favorite thing/word.  This was the first one that he learned besides mommy and daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars.  He loves to drive cars.  He loves keys and will not settle for toy keys.  If you ask him what sound a car makes he makes a revving the engine sound.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computers and all things technology.  Tommy will climb on the table to his daddy's laptop and press the keys and move the mouse until we come and get him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raisins.  They make him happy.  I can't stand them, but he enjoys them.  If he's fussy just give him a small box and he's happy for at least another 10 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's about all I can remember right now.  This list is ever changing just as Tommy is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-6907047120152281121?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/6907047120152281121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/11/tommys-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6907047120152281121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6907047120152281121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/11/tommys-favorite-things.html' title='Tommy&apos;s Favorite Things'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TOrn4SYlyCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g_ek9jVZh9k/s72-c/Family%2B038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-7415186059162525369</id><published>2010-07-17T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T10:08:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosy Neighbor</title><content type='html'>Our next door neighbor's son has a dog who sometimes visits. It's a little yappy dog that is more scared of Tommy than vice versa.  The other day we were outside and we saw the dog's nose through a small hole in the fence.  Tommy then went over and peeked through.  Adorable.    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916539945382306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHdetHc8aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kq0sICVUzXk/s400/P1090826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHdfBFLq1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RFFGM91imxA/s1600/P1090827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916545304570706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHdfBFLq1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RFFGM91imxA/s400/P1090827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-7415186059162525369?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/7415186059162525369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/07/nosy-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7415186059162525369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7415186059162525369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/07/nosy-neighbor.html' title='Nosy Neighbor'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHdetHc8aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kq0sICVUzXk/s72-c/P1090826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-7969988168899503908</id><published>2010-07-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:40:37.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, White, Black and Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our Fourth of July was relatively quiet except that Tommy took a fall the night before (no stitches thankfully). Five minutes later he was running around the living room screaming for fun as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494915160457341826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHcOaH364I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1V2wvN1OPDk/s400/P1090723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wasn't about to stop us from having fun though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494915164183346306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHcOoAOPII/AAAAAAAAAGk/7wyx1FWmQGc/s400/P1090817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6590264851274828230-7969988168899503908?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/7969988168899503908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-white-black-and-blue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7969988168899503908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7969988168899503908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-white-black-and-blue.html' title='Red, White, Black and Blue'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TEHcOaH364I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1V2wvN1OPDk/s72-c/P1090723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-2954713099016735766</id><published>2010-07-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:46:42.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's Potty Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TC1oQoLfo7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/K5dFi2VDt7w/s1600/P1090698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TC1oQoLfo7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/K5dFi2VDt7w/s400/P1090698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489158155707327410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is Tommy on his potty eating, what else?, toilet paper. For the past two days Tommy has been peeing in the toilet after he wakes up in the morning.  Then, after he drinks his bottle he slips off somewhere in the house to be alone and 'squat.'  John decided that Tommy would squat on the potty chair this morning.  He sat Tommy down for a few minutes and nothing happened so John put Tommy in the bath.  After a few minutes of playing he squatted again.  Back on the chair and still nothing.  Finally after several iterations of this John caught Tommy as something fell out of his back-side onto the rug...  Still Tommy went poop in the potty chair!  John was so excited after that he bounced Tommy up and down then went to wipe him.  Next time John will wipe first as he found yet another present on the ground, this time with his slipper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-2954713099016735766?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/2954713099016735766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/07/johns-potty-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2954713099016735766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2954713099016735766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/07/johns-potty-adventure.html' title='John&apos;s Potty Adventure'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TC1oQoLfo7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/K5dFi2VDt7w/s72-c/P1090698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-2942839982105013626</id><published>2010-06-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:37:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TBmWC0u89BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UkYkxKZXstk/s1600/P1090315.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TBmWC0u89BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UkYkxKZXstk/s400/P1090315.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578996559770642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday Tommy was 13 months old and we celebrated one year in our home.  I know it's been a while since my last post.  That's a combination of vacation, work and home improvements.  Tommy walks all over and babbles to himself.  He even learned how to point and now thinks that whatever he points at he will get.  Somehow every time he doesn't get it he's still disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago John recognized that Tommy wakes up with a wet diaper and then after he's changed, Tommy poops.  John, not liking to change poopy diapers, decided we should get a potty chair.  So, for the past week Tommy sits on the toilet for a couple minutes each morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when John picked up Tommy there was pee in the potty!!!  John praised Tommy and even rewarded him with a mini-Reeces PB cup.  John was so excited that he called me at work and it made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was most likely an accident, however, Tommy went pee in his potty at 13 months old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job Tommy!  We love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-2942839982105013626?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/2942839982105013626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/06/tommys-big-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2942839982105013626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2942839982105013626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/06/tommys-big-day.html' title='Tommy&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/TBmWC0u89BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UkYkxKZXstk/s72-c/P1090315.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-7021114937511002921</id><published>2010-04-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:17:03.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips and Happiness</title><content type='html'>This spring I had a very plesant surprise.  Gorgeous tulips blossomed in my front yard, red by the driveway and yellow by the house.  We couldn't resist the beautiful backdrop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460984107006872242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQHJ4yyrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S8ogq9sCdFk/s400/P1080469.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy first tried to grab the tulips by the rock, so we gave him one instead.  I had the hardest time getting it in his hand as he just wanted to eat it.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460984117262587458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQHwF8lkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mzTRuInoVYs/s400/P1080487.JPG" /&gt;Thankfully we got a handsome picture of him before he decided to taste the tulip.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460984132669724466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQIpfS1zI/AAAAAAAAAFs/r6smw5nS9PE/s400/P1080490.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She loves me, she loves me not...."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460984142383719058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQJNrSopI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hOS9SDKrcTY/s400/P1080508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently they don't taste too yummy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460984151414813090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQJvUeMaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HC6HvSsUJDw/s400/P1080515.JPG" /&gt;She loves me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460984863574381954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQzMUi1YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yU2Fj40_ng/s400/P1080525.JPG" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/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/6590264851274828230-7021114937511002921?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/7021114937511002921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulips-and-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7021114937511002921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7021114937511002921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulips-and-happiness.html' title='Tulips and Happiness'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S8lQHJ4yyrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S8ogq9sCdFk/s72-c/P1080469.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-5727050629328060117</id><published>2010-04-09T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:00:22.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>Tommy got an adorable outfit for Easter so we decided that we needed to take some pictures.  Thankfully he was in a pretty good mood.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359880125443682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S7_9ZC8e7mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WzU-na96d4c/s400/Family%237.3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S7_9ZwDI1KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oR6KpbIlfyI/s1600/Family%238.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458359892232950946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S7_9ZwDI1KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oR6KpbIlfyI/s400/Family%238.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During October General Conference Sunday morning session Tommy crawled for the first time.  We thought it would be really fun if he started to walk during the April General Conference.  More because it would be a really easy way to remember than us actually wanting him to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is really really close to walking so we thought we'd give it a try.  He is very good at standing and has taken a couple steps on his own.  So we tried to encourage him to walk this past weekend, but he just wasn't in the mood.  Instead he got a new tooth!  What a nice Easter present.  His other top tooth is close behind, but not quite there yet.  He'll be 11 months next week and only has three teeth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that General Conference is passed we are NOT encouraging Tommy to walk.  He already gets into enough trouble as is.  What a little ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6590264851274828230-5727050629328060117?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/5727050629328060117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/5727050629328060117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/5727050629328060117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S7_9ZC8e7mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WzU-na96d4c/s72-c/Family%237.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-825243274346306051</id><published>2010-03-27T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:32:02.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every year for Thanksgiving or Christmas we put together movies.  This is the movie from this last year.  It's noticably shorter than any previous years, but it's still lots of fun.  I tried to post it a long time ago, but for some reason it didn't work.  After posting that last video John suggested that I post this one too.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-805b4a9d2380f2b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D805b4a9d2380f2b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331086937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CDABAACA9A4BB64F16C88DF15E788A96E85C89E.1A11B841F02AAE5249F9882759A9A0F3A2A02DCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D805b4a9d2380f2b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxxLD93ZbPm57M34PfoJM8FRDWpg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D805b4a9d2380f2b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331086937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CDABAACA9A4BB64F16C88DF15E788A96E85C89E.1A11B841F02AAE5249F9882759A9A0F3A2A02DCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D805b4a9d2380f2b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxxLD93ZbPm57M34PfoJM8FRDWpg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-825243274346306051?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/825243274346306051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/825243274346306051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/825243274346306051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-go.html' title='Time To Go'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-6830648326909279383</id><published>2010-03-25T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:46:59.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sock Attack</title><content type='html'>We were folding laundry and Tommy came crawling in the room.  John dropped a handful of socks on Tommy's head and Tommy looked up at me with a frozen surprised look on his face.  He was waiting to see my response, so I laughed and he laughed.  This is the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2212ee9933417261" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2212ee9933417261%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331086937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19278921B6B2BCD634CF7C54F607D0351DB4774D.3D0BAA4E4FB7BBDB1CA8E77D7C108F4D894801D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2212ee9933417261%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drg_hE0VMnvp3OR1Xp1yI6jQWoeI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2212ee9933417261%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331086937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19278921B6B2BCD634CF7C54F607D0351DB4774D.3D0BAA4E4FB7BBDB1CA8E77D7C108F4D894801D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2212ee9933417261%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drg_hE0VMnvp3OR1Xp1yI6jQWoeI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-6830648326909279383?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/6830648326909279383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/03/sock-attack.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6830648326909279383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6830648326909279383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/03/sock-attack.html' title='Sock Attack'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-4463294945126845395</id><published>2010-02-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:43:45.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Wolfgramm goes to Washington</title><content type='html'>I'm in Washington DC right now with Clean Energy America to engage in discussion on how nuclear power is a Clean, Reliable and Affordable source of energy for this nation's future.  It has been a very fun and interesting trip.  We have done several radio and one panel discussion at Georgetown University.  That was a very interesting event with me and Timpla, the other speaker, who are vounteers, an ex-navy nuke and then two professional anti-nuclear experts.  Again, very interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a wonderful time and will get to spend this evening and tomorrow with Stephanie and her fiance, Dave.  I do miss Tommy and John tons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-4463294945126845395?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/4463294945126845395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/mrs-wolfgramm-goes-to-washington.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/4463294945126845395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/4463294945126845395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/mrs-wolfgramm-goes-to-washington.html' title='Mrs. Wolfgramm goes to Washington'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-5506387720399642273</id><published>2010-02-20T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:30:08.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months and one Week!</title><content type='html'>Tommy is now as old as long as he was in my belly.  What a difference 9 months has made!  This is a picture from last weekend.  It was his first time on the grass since he was only a few months old.  He didn't move.  Too scared to crawl, but he still enjoyed eating the outdoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440436049410133362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S4BPwyRSDXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hxUoXY-tsIo/s400/P1080178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is with babies/kids and technology, but Tommy loves my cell phone.  I had put it on my purse and my purse on a chair in the kitchen.  Tommy comes crawling into the office with my cell in his hand and a HUGE guilty smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt;We got Tommy this walker a while ago and he doesn't like sitting in it as much as he likes standing on the edge.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440436064039631746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S4BPxoxOe4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4gKUtO2yc2g/s400/P1080197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy had an early birthday present last night, or should I say his mommy got an early birthday present.  His Aunt Maren and cousin Deric brought over several boxes of toys!  (His other cousin, Jocelyn was sleeping in the car).  As you can see below, Tommy was in toy heaven!  We surrounded him in the toys and he didn't move.  He also got a large box of books too!  Tommy loves the toys and thanks Deric and Jocelyn for sharing their toys with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S4BPyDEhcnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-vy5G_oBzzA/s1600-h/P1080235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440436071099888242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S4BPyDEhcnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-vy5G_oBzzA/s400/P1080235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not get a picture of Tommy looking, he was too busy showing off his new toys to Deric.  Thank you Kevin, Maren, Deric and Jocelyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-5506387720399642273?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/5506387720399642273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-months-and-one-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/5506387720399642273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/5506387720399642273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-months-and-one-week.html' title='9 Months and one Week!'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S4BPwyRSDXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hxUoXY-tsIo/s72-c/P1080178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-7132756826934363535</id><published>2010-02-11T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:35:03.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravioli</title><content type='html'>About two years ago now, actually very close to two years ago b/c it was on my birthday, all the girls in our family got together to learn how to make Grandma Angeline (Paoli) Paulson's Ravioli. It was a wonderful weekend, and now after two years I finally made them for myself. Believe me, it was MUCH easier to make with 7 women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me all morning, with Tommy, to make the filling.  Then in the afternoon I filled the ravioli.  As I was making them John started to say something but then stopped after the third word.  He said, "There are so..." many other things you could do with your time.  I knew exactly what he was going to say, I just looked at him and said that he doesn't understand and couldn't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Italian, I enjoy cooking.  I like being able to serve a good meal that people enjoy.  Right now I feel like I'm so busy working and going to school that it's not often that I get a chance to be a housewife and cook!  (Dishes weren't done until the next day...)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437199517451913570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S3TQJ1KliWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/13h2CZ5DCkw/s400/P1080138.JPG" /&gt;Here's a picture of the first bunch I made.  I had to wait until the next day to make any more b/c it did take all day to do. They were very yummy.  The couple we had over John and I know the husband for work.  The wife is vegetarian, so I was able to experiment with cheese and spinach ravioli stuffing. They were very yummy.  I also made Gargonzola sauce which was very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437199525321194354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S3TQKSexO3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/nYdcyDTK2rM/s400/P1080144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that the cheese ravioli is on the left because it flattened out and didn't keep it's shape as well as the meat ones did.  Although Tommy didn't get to eat the ravioli, he did have some meat and spaghetti baby food.  He obviously enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437199537214949938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S3TQK-ydijI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y8KZlXQzov4/s400/P1080145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few times when you can tell that Tommy has eyebrows, when they're filled with food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed ravioli with John's parents, brother and sis-in-law two nights later and there are about 12 in the freezer.  I think it will be a while before I make them again, but they sure are yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6590264851274828230-7132756826934363535?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/7132756826934363535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/ravioli.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7132756826934363535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/7132756826934363535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/ravioli.html' title='Ravioli'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S3TQJ1KliWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/13h2CZ5DCkw/s72-c/P1080138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-6434234195231919555</id><published>2010-02-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:39:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stage in Tommy's Life</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of playing catch up with a bunch of pictures.  At least these are all in the last month.  This week my professor cancelled class so I have gotten more done after work this week than I have since long before Tommy was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely in this picture you can see Tommy's first black eye!  What a shiner!  John felt so bad for Tommy that he let tommy eat a candy cane.  He sure loves his daddy after that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLmwgPtMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QM2xDtx_nQ/s1600-h/P1080107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434239029603185858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLmwgPtMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QM2xDtx_nQ/s400/P1080107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a cute family picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLmdOK2NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SVtCefnf0X0/s1600-h/P1080056.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434239024427096274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLmdOK2NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SVtCefnf0X0/s400/P1080056.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Tommy decided to trade thumbs for a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLl5MJwmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lpaM--qA6nQ/s1600-h/P1080128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434239014754959970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLl5MJwmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lpaM--qA6nQ/s400/P1080128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This next picture may seem a little strange but I am proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLlTbUclI/AAAAAAAAADs/1aOQ7Woktmw/s1600-h/P1080097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434239004618027602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLlTbUclI/AAAAAAAAADs/1aOQ7Woktmw/s400/P1080097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture of my in-law's freezer.  The bags are all filled with milk, breast milk to be specific, 6-7 oz per bag.  I think there are 55 bags in that picture, 55 bags x 6 oz/bag = 330 oz breast milk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to note that these are all Lansinoh bags and I am VERY DISAPPOINTED!  Several of these bags have leaked while they were defrosting in my fridge.  What a COMPLETE WASTE of my milk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, January 27th was the day that I stopped pumping, I was down to only once a day, I had last nursed him that weekend, the 24th. Interestingly enough, that first day I stopped pumping was the day that his two bottom teeth broke through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is now officially weaned, although I'm not sure if that's the best thing to call it. Tommy has been fine with a bottle since he was a few days old. He didn't care that his mommy wasn't attached to the nipple as long as it gave him milk. (Yes, I know, that is a very Betty thing to say).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall breastfeeding Tommy was a wonderful experience.  Tommy didn't have any problems latching on and eating at the start.  I didn't have any issues with cracked nipples or anything of that sort.  Work was a little of a hassle pumping twice a day, but it was kind of nice b/c I did some reading during that time...  And I was able to store up a ton, 330 oz to be exact, of milk for Tommy to have after I was finished.  I enjoyed the bonding Tommy and I got from it and I know that he enjoyed pulling my hair and grabbing at my earrings while feeding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy has reached the end of infancy.  He has teeth and can chew through just about anything, or so it seems.  &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/6590264851274828230-6434234195231919555?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/6434234195231919555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-stage-in-tommys-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6434234195231919555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6434234195231919555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-stage-in-tommys-life.html' title='New Stage in Tommy&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S2pLmwgPtMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QM2xDtx_nQ/s72-c/P1080107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-9114185269501188913</id><published>2010-01-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:48:01.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John on TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S10v9jsFWFI/AAAAAAAAADk/lbkF6EKRzgE/s1600-h/P1080137.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430549460277352530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S10v9jsFWFI/AAAAAAAAADk/lbkF6EKRzgE/s400/P1080137.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How often is it that a short home movie made with your brother gets you on the television? I heard about a contest on the radio to make a short commerical to promote getting screened for cancer about a million times from October to December. I initally thought John would do a great job, but being in school left him no time. I heard it again after Christmas and decided that since John was on Christmas break I'd make him do it. A very wise decision. Don't try, can't win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deadline was Dec. 31st and John and Jay filmed it on Dec. 30th and John edited it. We basically forgot about it until John got an email saying he'd won the contest, since they couldn't reach him on the cell phone, common problem. On Friday, Jan. 22nd, John was on the local news and today, Sunday, his commercial aired on local television! It was very fun b/c we had no idea when it would be on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see the video here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw6b64SfRQM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw6b64SfRQM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the best part. John won $2500! Who knows, this could be his lucky break! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-9114185269501188913?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/9114185269501188913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/9114185269501188913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/9114185269501188913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-on-tv.html' title='John on TV!'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/S10v9jsFWFI/AAAAAAAAADk/lbkF6EKRzgE/s72-c/P1080137.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-6686755557214381292</id><published>2009-12-26T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:31:29.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Disclaimer: This is not our Christmas tree. Our Tannenbaum is maybe three feet high, perfect for Tommy to pull as he eats the lights. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419640826722354018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SzZung79g2I/AAAAAAAAADU/nfQs3bwaWaw/s400/P1070988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I must admit that the past few years Christmas has lost a lot of that magic that existed when I was younger. This year with Tommy the magic of Christmas has started to return. Granted, Tommy really had no idea what was going on except that he had to get to the pieces of wrapping paper faster than his mommy could grab them. He did find something he likes almost as much as paper, bows. All the colors and textures are yummy to eat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Tommy's first gifts from Santa this year in his stocking were a BYU football and t-shirt. He LOVES the football. The 2030 starting BYU quarterback has started training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419640837346462514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SzZuoIg8izI/AAAAAAAAADc/md-x2UNIpAE/s400/P1070997.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Tommy got a handful of gifts for Christmas. He got several more books and balls not pictured here. As you can see from this picture, one of his favorite gifts was some shoes from Aunt Stephanie. Except he likes them more to eat then to wear. Who am I to tell him what to do with his Christmas gift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SzZunEn89FI/AAAAAAAAADM/zbZli4LXVx8/s1600-h/P1080026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419640819122238546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SzZunEn89FI/AAAAAAAAADM/zbZli4LXVx8/s400/P1080026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Also seen here in this picture is a magic set. The bunny comes out of the hat, there is a magic wand with a "magic" sound, and a fish that hides in a cup. John loves to do magic and Tommy doesn't like to be left out. I think Tommy needs a little more dexterity before he attempts any card tricks though. Oh, and coins are out of the picture, I'd rather not have to find them in his diaper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; .    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Overall it was a very Merry Christmas. I am very grateful for our little family. We are blessed. Every year I like to read the Christmas Box by Richard Paul Evans, which I am sad to say hasn't happened yet this year, but I still have another week. Stop reading here if you haven't read it yet, go read it then continue reading. The premise of the book is that the first gift of Christmas is the Christ Child. The love that Heavenly Father has for each one of us that He would send His Son to atone for our sins. I can understand a little more the importance of that gift now. I love Tommy more than I could ever have imagined. He is the best gift I could have ever recieved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; .    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I look forward to the new year and the many blessings and grand adventures we will have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-6686755557214381292?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/6686755557214381292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6686755557214381292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6686755557214381292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-merry-christmas.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SzZung79g2I/AAAAAAAAADU/nfQs3bwaWaw/s72-c/P1070988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-1007800718216824591</id><published>2009-12-09T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:39:16.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Disabled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tommy was very lucky to have two boy cousins born the same time of year as him. That means that he has many, many cute clothes to wear. I picked up Tommy from his grandparent's after work/school today and saw what he was wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413461480591052754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SyB6iOvjz9I/AAAAAAAAADE/1MqgOFPL1Rs/s400/P1070914.JPG" /&gt; Tommy is too young to have picked out his own clothes, that excuse doesn't work yet. Apparently the sandals matched the pants and my guess is that the tan in the shirt matched the tan in the camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's time to do the laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-1007800718216824591?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/1007800718216824591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/12/fashion-disabled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1007800718216824591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1007800718216824591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/12/fashion-disabled.html' title='Fashion Disabled'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SyB6iOvjz9I/AAAAAAAAADE/1MqgOFPL1Rs/s72-c/P1070914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-5363684252972466714</id><published>2009-12-01T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:17:33.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Red Handed</title><content type='html'>A few months ago while John was in the shower, Tommy decided to feast upon the word of God.  He ate through the front cover of the General Conference Ensign.  Today, again during John's shower, Tommy decided that he was a little hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410486683517815970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SxXo-QEPjKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bm6pd1JKN50/s400/P1070856.JPG" /&gt;He's not eating the plant, just the dirt.  John quickly snapped the first picture and then said, "Tommy, what are you doing?"  That's when the guilt started and he cried.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SxXo-gCQXeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xjZKj5Ttzbo/s1600-h/P1070857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410486687804448226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SxXo-gCQXeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xjZKj5Ttzbo/s400/P1070857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John's mother saw these pictures and said it reminded her of John when he was a baby.  John apparently felt the need to share the experience with me and left me the dirt to clean up after I got home from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the fun begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6590264851274828230-5363684252972466714?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/5363684252972466714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/12/caught-red-handed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/5363684252972466714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/5363684252972466714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/12/caught-red-handed.html' title='Caught Red Handed'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SxXo-QEPjKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bm6pd1JKN50/s72-c/P1070856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-248043804777422428</id><published>2009-09-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:05:10.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Life</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself that I'll do all these things when life slows down. Unfortunately I've been saying that for at least the last 5 years. Between work, school, husband and baby, I don't think that's ever going to happen.  Harmony has so lovingly reminded me that I've really slacked off on posting up pictures of Tommy.  This blog is dedicated to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In August Tommy and I took a trip to Cincinnati.  He got to play with his cousins, Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paulson&lt;/span&gt;, Uncle Ben and Aunt Kelly all day while I was at a Cooling Tower Conference.  He definitely had a better time than I did!  Still, it was wonderful to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; and his family.  We appreciated their hospitality and loved that Grandma and Ben came down to babysit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SqNR5uduDzI/AAAAAAAAACE/QucvampGOU8/s1600-h/P1060945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378232432177581874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SqNR5uduDzI/AAAAAAAAACE/QucvampGOU8/s200/P1060945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tommy has been drooling non-stop for about a month now.  John will often hold Tommy high over his head and sing "Oh I'm just a little white rain cloud hovering over my daddy dear..."  Tommy just laughs and rains on you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378232450657229330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SqNR6zTnGhI/AAAAAAAAACU/X5TfkCkD934/s200/P1060976.JPG" /&gt; Tommy is now at home with his daddy all day while mom works.  As you can see he's still alive and happy, so I guess things are going all right.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378242435111018786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SqNa_-S5YSI/AAAAAAAAACs/smfvH5NvbQ8/s200/P1060969.JPG" /&gt;Now that we've been in our home since June, I'm finally starting to feel like it's coming together.  I even had book group at my home on Thursday.  Tommy enjoyed the ladies and even gave them several laughs.  Now that the inside is almost all put together, just organization of the office is left, we're able to work outside the house.  I had a fight with some long grass, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Persian&lt;/span&gt; grass I think, on Friday and fortunately I won!  I did come away with horrible looking scratches all over my arms, but the grass is a stub waiting to be dug out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next picture I adore!  My two boys were hard at work all morning trying to clean up the back yard.  Tommy is even wearing his Mr. Fix It overalls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378242419244628690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SqNa_DMDetI/AAAAAAAAACk/2p5_L0tIRrs/s200/P1060995.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is rolling over at night, which means he won't always sleep through the night anymore.  Often I'll go in there flip him over and hold my hand on his butt for about 5 minutes before he stops trying to roll over.  I just need to teach him to roll back over so that he can fall asleep himself.  He smiles and laughs almost constantly.  What a joy he is to have around!  I can't imagine our life without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-248043804777422428?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/248043804777422428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/248043804777422428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/248043804777422428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-life.html' title='Busy Life'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SqNR5uduDzI/AAAAAAAAACE/QucvampGOU8/s72-c/P1060945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-2761823720659054743</id><published>2009-08-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:08:46.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Ever since John and I were married (3 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days ago, thanks to my counter!) we have either been in classes together or working together.  Today marks the official end of that era.  Next Thursday John is quitting Energy Northwest to pursue his MBA.  Unfortunately, during his last week I am in Cincinnati at a Cooling Tower conference.  Thus today was the last day that we were together almost 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very lucky to be able to carpool to work together each morning and eat lunch together.  Often when I was bored or just needed a quick break I'd hop over to his office to say hello.  For about a year our cubicles were kitty corner from each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 4 years we've been together basically all day every day and we're still not sick of each other.  In fact I wish it didn't have to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to be the sugar mama and John will be with Tommy during the day and classes at night.  What an adventure this will be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-2761823720659054743?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/2761823720659054743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2761823720659054743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2761823720659054743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-1223280011375526280</id><published>2009-08-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:38:52.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After Tommy's mishap with his blessing outfit I took some pictures of him.  I guess I went a little overboard because he was so happy and having fun.  John while flipping through the pictures thought it looked like he was dancing.  Here is the result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-354eaf377fe55a71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D354eaf377fe55a71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331086937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66FDA93F32B677AD96E3E2681595759869F6889D.591073FFEF526DB15DCECE983F533459EE441FBA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D354eaf377fe55a71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTVvFuBRsWcI2hDThrq8bBFf0hos&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D354eaf377fe55a71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331086937%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66FDA93F32B677AD96E3E2681595759869F6889D.591073FFEF526DB15DCECE983F533459EE441FBA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D354eaf377fe55a71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTVvFuBRsWcI2hDThrq8bBFf0hos&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-1223280011375526280?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/1223280011375526280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessing-dance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1223280011375526280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1223280011375526280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessing-dance.html' title='Blessing Dance'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-2817895901539648801</id><published>2009-08-02T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:49:16.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SnZAPKTIAZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c8tDYCL6ygw/s1600-h/P1060410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546635265311122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SnZAPKTIAZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c8tDYCL6ygw/s320/P1060410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I go back to work. I have mixed feelings about this. Right now though I'm not excited. This was Tommy's visit out to the plant a couple weeks ago.  He got to see the place while outside my belly rather than just inside.  Apparently the thought of going back there outside the womb was so terrifying that he pooped his pants on the way there.  Or should I say pooped up his onesie.  It was the worst blow out up to that time, mind you this was before his blessing day blowout.  While pregnant I spent a lot of time in the bathroom out at work so it was fitting to spend the first 15 minutes in the bathroom scrubbing out his onesie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way he charmed everyone he met while there.  Now I go back without him tomorrow...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-2817895901539648801?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/2817895901539648801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2817895901539648801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2817895901539648801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SnZAPKTIAZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c8tDYCL6ygw/s72-c/P1060410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-6706797494088821609</id><published>2009-07-21T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:43:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>Tommy was blessed this Sunday, July 19th.  My mother flew out a week early to help me with the baby as John and I still try to turn our house into a home.  My mother was very helpful and even organized the kitchen for me!  Even now she knows where things are better than I do.  My father joined us late Friday evening and on Saturday helped me install our over the range microwave.  It shouldn't have taken long, but like everything in this house problems arose as we went.  But thankfully it is up and working now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360994659794308914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SmYUPUPOTzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ojQQIfTjn0E/s320/P1060574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For his blessing Tommy wore an adorable outfit which Rick and Nicole purchased for their little boy, Caleb, and it will be used for any future blessings of the boy cousins.  They also have the first little girl blessed so they are generous enough to get the dress for all the girls.  The blessing was done after the sacrament, which worried me a little as Tommy had been very content up until that time and I thought he would be crying so loud you couldn't hear the blessing.  Thankfully our little angel child was silent the whole time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the blessing is said it is customary for the dad to hold up the baby so that everyone can get a good look at the baby.  John, being the proud father he is, decided that simply holding the baby as you walk back to your seat wasn't quite enough for how adorable Tommy is.  John held up Tommy in front of him and then raised him up high.  Think Lion King.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SmYUO7-7uFI/AAAAAAAAABs/ALEhKqsBMjw/s1600-h/P1060561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360994653283530834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SmYUO7-7uFI/AAAAAAAAABs/ALEhKqsBMjw/s320/P1060561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After John sat back down Tommy was sleepy and was passed around from Maren to Keilani and then to Sherrie.  Tommy has a habit of one large blow-out or near blow-out every morning so I brought a change of clothes for him.  After sacrament was over Sherrie still had Tommy and John told me to bring my parents and aunt Johnnie and uncle Jim (who came down from Spokane for the occasion, featured in the picture above on the right, my parents are on the left) to Sunday School, therefore not getting a chance to change him.  Poor Sherrie.  Not only did Tommy leak all over his cute little suit, but he got it on Sherrie's skirt!  I guess he knew it was a special occasion and celebrated in the only way he knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything with Tommy is an adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-6706797494088821609?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/6706797494088821609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6706797494088821609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/6706797494088821609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-blessing.html' title='Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SmYUPUPOTzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ojQQIfTjn0E/s72-c/P1060574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-8093218446397686802</id><published>2009-07-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:58:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/Slle6e15SWI/AAAAAAAAABk/3pVGyCNU03s/s1600-h/P1060370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417590538455394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/Slle6e15SWI/AAAAAAAAABk/3pVGyCNU03s/s320/P1060370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Tommy celebrated his 8th week of life by sleeping from 9p until 7a!!! I of course woke up at 5a wondering when he was going to wake up to eat. Then this morning he didn't wake up until 8a!! I also discovered that he was sleeping and sucking on his thumb, what a silly little boy.  I think he woke up only when the dream where milk was coming out of his thumb stopped.  I have my fingers crossed that this sleeping through the night will continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-8093218446397686802?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/8093218446397686802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/8093218446397686802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/8093218446397686802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-weeks.html' title='8 weeks'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/Slle6e15SWI/AAAAAAAAABk/3pVGyCNU03s/s72-c/P1060370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-2029879469340236717</id><published>2009-07-09T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:58:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan Adventures</title><content type='html'>Tommy took his first out of utero trip to Michigan. He had been there twice before, Thanksgiving when we told my parents about him and in January after a business trip to Atlanta I surprised my mom and had a baby shower. While we were gone John and his family painted, fixed up and moved us into our new home. They did tons of work and I very much appreciate all their efforts.&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&gt;Thomas got to meet my father for the first time while there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356506351051206898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlYiJXOH8PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XAFyOqVWedc/s320/P1060217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little brother, Benjamin, got his eagle scout while we were there. (The reason for the trip, congratulations Ben). All the family except for two spouses were able to make it. Unfortunately, mine was one who was unable to come. As my mom promised though, I had tons of help with Tommy. Being the youngest and cutest grandson, no offense Jasmin or Kelly, made for many willing hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508796367576482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlYkXsu-naI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wVbiRNIoSOs/s200/P1060203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508803261017890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlYkYGagLyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CuLLIZcbzCo/s200/P1060220.JPG" /&gt;We even took a shopping trip to Great Lakes Crossing. That was a nice change for Tommy because the majority of his shopping trips thus far have been either to Lowes or Home Depot. Lacey enjoyed being in the back with Tommy and Charlie. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356510441813484402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlYl3ef2o3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/a58PCVyIgKU/s200/P1060177.JPG" /&gt;During the trip we made and gave my father his father's day gift. Jasmin and I had a tough time with the three youngest handprints, but surprisingly we got all the handprints without paint on clothes! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528802400637442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlY2kNA9EgI/AAAAAAAAABE/T4QWKX16ftQ/s200/P1060253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I enjoy traveling. It's just too bad that airlines make it a horrible experience. Tommy was very happy on all of the flights and I had no problems with him, thankfully. We left Michigan for Washington on Wednesday evening. The flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City was delayed, so of course we missed our connection, the last flight of the evening. Thankfully I had enough diapers and wipes in my diaper bag as this is all we had. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356531829773367218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlY5Ua2297I/AAAAAAAAABM/hTCFnVxdaYU/s200/P1060257.JPG" /&gt; We were offered a hotel, but instead we called up John's grandma who lives downtown SLC, Edna Wolfgramm, and spent the night with her. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356531838357385154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlY5U61cr8I/AAAAAAAAABU/lbeAe6e58hA/s200/P1060262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made it home on Thursday afternoon. It's interesting that my luggage spent all night in the airport yet couldn't make it on our flight in the morning. My mother-in-law, Sherrie, picked us up and brought us to our new house. I must admit, when I first walked in I was very overwhelmed by all the unpacking left to do. But I was impressed that all the painting was finished and progress was being made. Not that we had doors or working bathroom sinks, but who needs those right? Unfortunately, we will this weekend when my mother comes to visit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John was very happy to have the two of us home and I know Tommy was glad to see him again. Tommy wanted to give his daddy a haircut when we got home, but since I wouldn't let him have the scissors he opted to brush his dad's hair instead. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356536064313205394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlY9K5v1IpI/AAAAAAAAABc/bAhDO8Ytxec/s200/P1060328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-2029879469340236717?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/2029879469340236717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/07/michigan-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2029879469340236717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/2029879469340236717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/07/michigan-adventures.html' title='Michigan Adventures'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SlYiJXOH8PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XAFyOqVWedc/s72-c/P1060217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-8807116224600286379</id><published>2009-06-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:11:04.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Aim</title><content type='html'>I was very fortunate to find a nice diaper bag with many pockets.  I've claimed only one pocket for my own stuff on the outside of the diaper bag.  Usually there resides some lotion, my sunglasses, lipgloss and my cell phone.  This morning Tommy woke up crying.  He had a messy diaper when it's usually just wet.  I was changing him on the floor since I'm at my parent's home and I turn around to grab the pacifier.  I face Tommy and see that he is peeing directly into the diaper bag pocket with all my stuff in it. &lt;br /&gt;Of course after he finished peeing and pooping again (don't worry, that was into the messy diaper) he was all smiles.  He knew that he peed where he shouldn't.  What a silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-8807116224600286379?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/8807116224600286379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-aim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/8807116224600286379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/8807116224600286379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-aim.html' title='Good Aim'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-1948785285898251070</id><published>2009-06-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:22:34.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/Sjfba_7VX0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NHQSpFZ54cw/s1600-h/!fff%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347984339409133378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/Sjfba_7VX0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NHQSpFZ54cw/s320/!fff%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official, we own our own home! It was nice being debt free, but we just felt way too un-American, so we decied to put up our first born as collateral on the loan. Don't worry, Tommy is worth much more to us than the house. :) The home isn't far from where we live right now. We were supposed to close on the 12th of June, but if you've ever purchased a home you know what a headache all the logistics can be. There was a real rush to get the home appraised since there is a large demand right now, then our home owners' insurance company wasn't responding but all that got worked out and it was the money that held it up. After getting misleading information from the Title company, my bank didn't transfer the funds until 3p on Friday, which apparently is too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The frusterating part is that we lost a Saturday that we could have been working on the home. Instead John went up to Silverwood, a theme park in Idaho, with his siblings and I was at home with Tommy. Of course that is the afternoon/evening he decides to be more fussy than he has ever been in his life. I survived and graciously, John took care of Tommy most of the day on Sunday to give me a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be cleaning and fixing up the house the way we want it and then John will finish moving us in at the end of the month while Tommy and I are in Michigan. It will be the best move yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also yesterday, the 15th, Tommy turned one month old! He seems to be growing and gaining weight each day.  I have heard that the reason why women have more children is that they can't exactly remember just how painful childbirth was.  That is true for me, I remember it hurt really bad, but every time I hold my sweet boy I forget a little more just how painful it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-1948785285898251070?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/1948785285898251070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-new-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1948785285898251070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1948785285898251070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/Sjfba_7VX0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NHQSpFZ54cw/s72-c/!fff%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-1990313088354442602</id><published>2009-06-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:46:49.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SjFtW1vsWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4V8z_G3vsb8/s1600-h/P1060025.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174471817157074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SjFtW1vsWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4V8z_G3vsb8/s320/P1060025.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I better get some pictures of Tommy up on the website since he is the reason why I started this post. This was taken when he was three weeks old. A very handsome boy just like his father! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Tommy to a doctor appointment yesterday so they could take a look at his heart. He has a slight murmur, but nothing beyond the normal newborn. They weighted him and at three and a half weeks he had gained over two pounds since birth! He was 10lb 15oz! What a gigantic baby! Also during the appointment while they looked at his heart on the ultrasound he had a major bowel movement and I changed him after they were done on the exam table. Just as I was reaching for a wipe he starts peeing and got himself square in the face! I know he was aiming for me, but he was a little off. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346176287369281538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SjFvAhNDQAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6HIJMCjeuFY/s320/P1060016.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6590264851274828230-1990313088354442602?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/1990313088354442602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-i-better-get-some-pictures-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1990313088354442602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/1990313088354442602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-i-better-get-some-pictures-of.html' title='First Pictures'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ishq2VtZwns/SjFtW1vsWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4V8z_G3vsb8/s72-c/P1060025.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590264851274828230.post-874406222568875840</id><published>2009-06-09T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:37:42.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>I guess that it's about time I start my own blog as I have been asked many times if I have one.  I am starting this at a really fun time of life.  Our little Tommy is three weeks old and we absolutely love having him.  He is a very happy baby besides the time when his gas is bothering him, then he lets you know he's in pain by wimpering and tearing my heart out when I hear it.  So Tommy and I took a walk to the drugstore this morning, 1 hour 20 min (!), and got him some gas drops.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is really exciting because John is no longer working 80 hours a week.  The outage isn't over, but his part in it is.  Last night he kept thinking that it was time for him to go to bed while it was still early.  Also, on Friday we close on our home!  We're not moving immediately because we want to make some changes before we get in.  I'm still trying to pack a few boxes here and there while Tommy is asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, but Tommy is no longer happily occupied...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590264851274828230-874406222568875840?l=teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/feeds/874406222568875840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-blog-entry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/874406222568875840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590264851274828230/posts/default/874406222568875840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teamwolfgramm.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-blog-entry.html' title='First Blog Entry'/><author><name>Desirée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05469472977163953276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
