<?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-2245768237736026888</id><updated>2011-11-02T19:56:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Wootton</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-4188134209855185195</id><published>2011-03-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T07:55:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hi Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago from today I became a mommy! Today is your 2nd birthday! I think you had night terrors last night and woke up about 12:15 screaming. Not a good start to your birthday, but after you got calmed down, I let you watch Dora until 2:20 before I put you back to bed. I'm sure that was fun for you. Then I put you back to bed and you screamed for about 20 more minutes. Broke my heart! You shouldn't have to spend your birthday crying! But I woke you up this morning to get you ready for the day and to take you to Krista's house and you were happy, like usual. You are so cute and I just can't seem to get enough of you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am planning on going to dinner and ice cream with you. That should be a great way to spend your birthday evening. Then we are going to have your birthday party on Saturday. You will get to spend some time with your friends and family. I can't wait to celebrate you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fantastic day! I love you so much and hope your birthday is amazing! Love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-4188134209855185195?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/4188134209855185195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=4188134209855185195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/4188134209855185195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/4188134209855185195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7636054089952602197</id><published>2011-03-02T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:56:04.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when I was getting you in your jammies you, out of no where, started to count. In Spanish! "Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, seis." It was so cute and out of no where. I had no idea you could even say any of those! I am impressed and maybe it's a sign that you watch too much Dora the Explorer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just keep getting cuter everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7636054089952602197?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7636054089952602197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7636054089952602197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7636054089952602197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7636054089952602197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2011/03/spanish.html' title='Spanish'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-4001881962659291973</id><published>2011-02-16T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:50:54.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to have you in my life and I want to thank you for being the best Valentine's date I could ask for. We made dinner, I gave you a gift (a coloring book with crayons, a Dora cup, a Sponge Bob blanket, and a movie - Dispicable Me). You were so excited to open the gift. Then we colored for a while, then came up to my room and cuddled in bed while watching your new movie. We didn't get to finish it, but you were very cute and I was happy to have you here with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun thing happening is you learning to count. You aren't even 2 yet and can count to 10 by yourself. Some days better than others. Today wasn't a great day because you were very distracted, but you did a great job. I am attaching a video and hopefully one day when you are older you will be able to see it. You are so damn cute and so smart for your age! Keep up the hard work buddy! I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it won't let me post the video, but I'll try again another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-4001881962659291973?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/4001881962659291973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=4001881962659291973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/4001881962659291973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/4001881962659291973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2011/02/counting.html' title='Counting'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5997455079205125831</id><published>2011-01-24T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:23:14.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scared me two nights ago. I put you to bed about 8 and you woke up before 9 crying. I tried to get you to go down but you wouldn't. So I took you downstairs and you laid on me and was so tired, but you were very fidgety and kept rubbing your arms against your body. After about 20 minutes of this I noticed your ears were turning bright red and your neck was red, so I took off your pajamas and your entire body was covered in a rash. It looked like you had hundreds of little spider bites. As time passed they got bigger and bigger and looked like welts. You kept itching yourself and saying "Owwy, Momma." It broke my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scared me the more I thought about it, so I took you to Instacare. They said it was some sort of an allergic reaction, although you hadn't had any medicine, any new foods, you had worn those jammies before, etc. The doctor thought maybe you were getting a reaction to a virus you were getting and you would probably get sick. Well, thankfully, you didn't get sick. The doctor gave you some Benadryl and the itching slowed by the time we got home. You slept ok, although I stayed up most the night worrying about you and the Benadryl (since the box says not to give it to kids under 4, even with doctors approval). But you woke up and after a few hours had passed in the morning, the rash was completely gone and you were back to your old self again. I'm so glad that you were better and didn't turn out to be much, but please just stay healthy for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5997455079205125831?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5997455079205125831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5997455079205125831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5997455079205125831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5997455079205125831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6172657703631370429</id><published>2011-01-19T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:10:28.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So BIG!</title><content type='html'>Hi B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again life has been crazy and I haven't written you in months. I am so sorry. I will get better. I noticed today that you have gotten so big lately! You are speaking in 4-5 word phrases often and understand most everything I say. You know some of your colors, can count to 3, know hundreds and hundreds of words, you share with others, give me loves on a regular basis without me even asking and much more. Today I walked in my room and you were laying on your belly kicking your feet. You looked like such a little man! You slept with me last night and you kept cuddling me and just wanted to be right next to me and touching me, which melted my heart! You clean up your toys when I ask (most of the time), can ask for anything you want, and help when I ask you to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you had soda (which you don't get often) and you tried to bring it upstairs. You spilled it on the carpet and kept saying, over and over, "oh no, mess, Mom!" I had some diaper wipes on the top stair and you climbed up and grabbed them and said, "clean it with wipes." You cleaned it up the best you could (you are climbing all over me right now and making this difficult! I love it!). Things like that just make me realize how big you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're favorite show is Dora The Explorer. You watch 2 (and sometimes more) episodes a day. You will watch other things, but ask for Dora, Boots, or Swiper numerous times a day. You will say, "Mom, TB (tv). Dora, Boots" You also say please and thank you on a regular basis, which is very good manners. You also say you're welcome, which comes out as "wehcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a sweetheart and such a great boy! I wouldn't change anything and couldn't ask for anything more! I love you more than I ever thought possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6172657703631370429?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6172657703631370429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6172657703631370429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6172657703631370429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6172657703631370429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-big.html' title='So BIG!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-393406989538497391</id><published>2010-11-02T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:24:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Hi Bracken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been months since I have written and I apologize. I guess life just got carried away, which happens a lot. You have gotten so big!! You are still small, but growing up so fast! At your 18 month appointment your weight was 20 lb 14 ounces in the lowest 5%, way lower, so probably closer to 1%, Your height is 31 inches in the 15th % and your head is 47 cm in the 25th percent. Still such a small boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talking like crazy. You say at least 200 words and are obsessed with trucks and buses. Many times I say something and you will repeat it after me. You seem to love to learn. You also count. I say one, you say two and I say three. Then you will run or jump (well, try to jump) or do what ever we are doing. You refuse to say one or three though. It is quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to play with anyone of any age and love to be outside. You often grab my hand and lead me around the house to show me what you want. You like to throw things in the garbage and enjoy reading books. You have a vehicle book and an animal book and those two are your favorites. I often catch you singing or humming songs and you love watching your reading videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off track from work right now and have been able to spend a lot of time with you and I love it! You go see your dad every other weekend and often don't like to go with him. It breaks my heart when you cry when I leave. I know you don't like a lot of change, but your dad loves you and wants to spend time with you. I'm sure you have fun with him and love the time you guys have together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween just passed. You dressed up as a lion this year. You were so adorable! You can say trick or treat and kind of had happy Halloween. It sounded something like appy owen. But very cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the basics of your life right now. I love you more than ever and enjoy spending so much time with you! I can't imagine my life without you, you are everything to me! I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-393406989538497391?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/393406989538497391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=393406989538497391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/393406989538497391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/393406989538497391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7235576424578047276</id><published>2010-07-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:15:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Hi B! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping a list of words that you have said so far. At 16 months old you are doing better than average and are quite the little talker. Here is your list of words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama/mom&lt;br /&gt;dada&lt;br /&gt;bath&lt;br /&gt;binky&lt;br /&gt;blanket&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;kitty&lt;br /&gt;keys&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;popsicle&lt;br /&gt;bird&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;green bean&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;stinky&lt;br /&gt;fish&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;crackers&lt;br /&gt;ball&lt;br /&gt;shoes&lt;br /&gt;chase&lt;br /&gt;kZ (girl at daycare)&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo&lt;br /&gt;balloon&lt;br /&gt;yeah/yes&lt;br /&gt;glasses (sounds like asses)&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;br /&gt;grandpa&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;papa&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;M &amp; M&lt;br /&gt;what's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you also say some sounds. You say oh-oh when something is wrong, woah, pssst, mmmmm when you taste something good, and ew-ew-ew when you want something. You also know some animal sounds. I will say "what does a .... say?" and you will answer with the sounds. Right now you know dog says woof woof cow says oooo ooooo duck says quack quack and dinosaur says roar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing you learn and grow. One of my favorite parts of being a mom is to watch you learn new things and understand the world around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you hunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7235576424578047276?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7235576424578047276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7235576424578047276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7235576424578047276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7235576424578047276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/07/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2373832064777202085</id><published>2010-07-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:59:26.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24th of July</title><content type='html'>Hi B,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best weekend with you! We went to the parade on Saturday and you loved it!! You watched everything that was in the parade and really loved the police cars and the marching bands. You clapped and waved at the people and just loved every second of it. You made friends with people sitting to the right of us when they gave you a capri sun. You even went and sat on the ladies lap for about 10 minutes. You also made friends with the people on the left because they kept spraying you with their spray bottle to keep you cool and you laughed and loved it. You are such a charmer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and hung at at grandma and grandpa Maez's house. Then we went to Liberty park to watch fireworks. We sat across the street where they actually light them and hung out with Savannah, Nathan, Chase, Hailey, Daniel and some family friends. You were in such a great mood and did so good staying up late. I bought you a binky that flashes and that was your favorite thing of the whole day! You laid on me when the fireworks started and watched them intently as you started dozing off. Then there were some misfires and some knocked over and started flying straight at us! I grabbed you and ran as fast as I could as the fireworks were whizzing past my head. I couldn't think of anything but how to protect you. It was a huge story and 9 fireworks total flew into the crowd where we were sitting, but none of us got hurt, thankfully. By the time I found everyone, you were dozing off in my arms. All the other children were screaming and crying and you just went to sleep. It was quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at such a cute stage. You are saying new words every week and understand so much of what I say. I can tell you to go get your shoes and you will go find them. You said Chase this weekend and keep saying "off" over and over. You use it for up, down, on and off, but I can usually figure out what you mean. You are growing so fast and getting so smart. I love you so much and we are doing really great, the two of us. You are very entertaining and so much fun to be around. I am so blessed and thankful to be your mom! I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2373832064777202085?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2373832064777202085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2373832064777202085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2373832064777202085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2373832064777202085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/07/24th-of-july.html' title='24th of July'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7258306482433855975</id><published>2010-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:33:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You!</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped you off at the sitters. I am having surgery today, so I won't see you until Sunday night. 3 1/2 days. The longest I've been away from you. And I'm so nervous about these things. I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much! You are my world and the greatest thing that has ever happened to me! I love you more than you will ever know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7258306482433855975?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7258306482433855975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7258306482433855975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7258306482433855975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7258306482433855975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-you.html' title='Love You!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6245340671540869169</id><published>2010-06-28T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:45:31.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I have written you. It has been a crazy month! It is summer and so nice outside and you absolutely LOVE being outside. You would live out there if you had a choice. This month you had your 15 month checkup. You are 30 1/4 inches tall - 25th percentile, your head circumference is in the 25th percentile and you weigh 19 pounds 12 ounces. About the same as you did at your 12 month appointment and you are now in the "less than 5 percentile" range. On your medical graph you are well below the bottom line, but you look healthy and your belly pokes out so I think you are doing just fine. You also got really sick for a week before your appointment and didn't eat much and lost some weight. You were sick this weekend too. Saturday you ha a fever of 104.6 degrees at one point. It scared me. I hate it when you get sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting to be such a little man and I love watching your brain work and process things all the time. The other day you pulled your small booster chair all the way across the living room and put it by the wall so you could stand on it to try to reach our security system buttons, which you love to push. The fact that you realized you could stand on the chair to make you taller just astounds me! Such a smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also do things now and you will remember it days later and do it again. Your brain is definitely growing and you are learning new things every day. I haven't stuck with the reading program at all lately. I am mad at myself but I feel like we don't have much time together as it is and I don't want to waste our time together, especially in summer doing it. Education is so important and I'm not setting a very good example and really want to get back into it. That will be our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well B, I love you. You are so amazing and are doing so great. You make me so happy and you make my life complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you tons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6245340671540869169?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6245340671540869169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6245340671540869169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6245340671540869169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6245340671540869169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8197088427046630059</id><published>2010-05-29T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:45:08.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were old enough for me to talk to about everything that is going on. You seem to notice a change around the house and are probably picking up on my moods and behaviors. Your father and I have decided to get divorced. Everything is taken care of and completed. That doesn' tmean that either one of us love you any less. You are the best thing that happened to both of us and we both love you so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are still living in our house and you and I will be here until we can sell it. Then I hope to find a townhome for us to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best to be a good mom during this time. I have been super busy and it has been hard managing everything that is going on, but I want you to know that I love you so much and our lives will settle down soon. I try to spend eery minute I can with you and try to make you laugh often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, I want you to know that you are loved and you always will me. By myself and by your dad. You are amazing and such a blessing to both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8197088427046630059?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8197088427046630059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8197088427046630059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8197088427046630059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8197088427046630059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/05/divorce.html' title='Divorce'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2003312569885476286</id><published>2010-05-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:33:51.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have two teeth on the top that look like fangs, with no middle teeth, and one on the bottom in the middle! Keep those teeth coming so we can start feeding you more kinds of food! Looks like your other two top ones will be in soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2003312569885476286?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2003312569885476286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2003312569885476286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2003312569885476286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2003312569885476286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/05/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5198031342165878880</id><published>2010-05-09T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:47:35.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You FINALLY have a tooth! It is the upper right lateral incisor - simply, the second tooth over. Most babies get their front bottom teeth first, then their upper front teeth, but you didn't follow that order. I am so excited about your tooth though. Soon you will be able to eat all sorts of other foods! Your other incisor is also about to poke through. Maybe this explains the last 3 crappy nights of sleep. I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5198031342165878880?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5198031342165878880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5198031342165878880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5198031342165878880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5198031342165878880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-818364464015238442</id><published>2010-05-09T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:50:40.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I am most thankful for you! You made me a mother and are my reason to celebrate today. I had no idea how much I was going to love you, or that it was even possible to love you so much. I am so proud to be your mom and so happy that you are in my life. we have quite the journey to take together and I wouldn't ask for anyone else to be there to take this journey with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my number one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-818364464015238442?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/818364464015238442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=818364464015238442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/818364464015238442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/818364464015238442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7733289385441627338</id><published>2010-05-06T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:38:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastered Stairs</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi honey. I am proud to say that you have mastered going down the stairs! You figured it out one day and have just been going strong ever since! You also have been talking a lot. You say ball, papa, bye-bye, hi, mama, dada, kitty, dog (well you TRY to say dog) see, what's that, hello and have said many more words but a lot of times you only say them once then never again. Words like: bath, kiss, and thirsty. You play and walk fast and climb all over your bikes. You like to throw rocks and you can climb up on small chairs and toys. I often find you sitting in your toybox. I can't believe how fast you are growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow up to fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7733289385441627338?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7733289385441627338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7733289385441627338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7733289385441627338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7733289385441627338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/05/mastered-stairs.html' title='Mastered Stairs'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8722061027372143218</id><published>2010-04-25T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:08:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Path</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting a journey together on a new path today. I think it will be a good path. Maybe a little bumpy but will lead us to a better destination. I am so happy that you are here to travel this road with me, I don't know if I could do it without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know I love you more than anything and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me! I hope I raise you to be a strong, honest, trustworthy man. Remember to always treat women with the up most respect and tell your significant other that you love them every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you B! And I promise to tell you that every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8722061027372143218?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8722061027372143218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8722061027372143218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8722061027372143218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8722061027372143218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-path.html' title='New Path'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5015654226279342512</id><published>2010-04-11T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:07:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linus</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided it would be more appropriate to call you Linus, from Charlie Brown, because you have grown extremely attached to your blanket lately. Don't get me wrong, you have always liked your blankets, but now you love them! You won't put them down. It doesn't even matter which blanket, as long as you are holding one. If there happens to be two or three in a room, well then you are holding all of them. It makes it difficult for you to walk, because you trip over them, but you insist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for you to find your easter eggs on Easter, so I took your blanket and you looked at me like I was the worst mom ever. Then you went and grabbed your blanket and continued walking around with it. There are times you won't even put it down to eat. Luckily when we take you places we can leave it in the car because you get so excited about being out and about that you forget about it when I take you out of the carseat. I'm sure soon that will change also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5015654226279342512?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5015654226279342512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5015654226279342512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5015654226279342512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5015654226279342512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/04/linus.html' title='Linus'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3198076872827707452</id><published>2010-04-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:02:06.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Easter has come and gone and was a lot of fun with you! I had 5 days off work and loved spending it with you! We went to the Sand Dunes to visit dad on Friday, but it got too stormy and was way too loud for you to sleep, so we came home really late at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dyed Easter eggs with Savannah and Nathan. That was fun, but you weren't really interested in it this year and you don't like hard boiled eggs. You did have a good time squashing it, just not interested in eating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning Savannah and I did your egg hunt with you. I didn't think you would really go find the eggs, but you did and it was so cute. You would find an egg, smile, hold it up in the air, then drop it. Then you would go find another one. Savannah followed you around, trying to catch the eggs as you dropped them, but you were successful in cracking almost every single egg. It was a lot of fun to watch. Then you went through your basket. You don't like the grass on your hands, but you loved eating some of the candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my holidays so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3198076872827707452?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3198076872827707452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3198076872827707452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3198076872827707452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3198076872827707452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7133992219531471945</id><published>2010-03-30T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:04:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi honey! Right now you are down stairs "singing" head, shoulders, knees and toes along with the tv. So cute! You are getting so big and I wanted to catch up on a few things on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - You are walking like a pro and absolutely loving it. Actually you think you should walk everywhere, so it took us about 20 minutes to walk to the mailbox the other day because you refused to let me hold you. You also decided you should walk about half way through grocery shopping the other day. You are going to wear me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - You stood up 2 times by yourself this last weekend, without holding on to anything to pull yourself up on. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - We have stopped nursing as of 3/22 and you are doing great. You drink bottles fine, and you use sippy cups great, but you won't drink a bottles worth of milk out of a sippy, so we are working on you drinking a little more with the sippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - We just got your 1 year/family pictures taken two weeks ago. They should be done and back to us soon. I can't wait! We got one so far and you are so cute. It was so cold outside and windy that day, so I bet not a whole lot turned out great. You were such a trooper. YOu were so cold and shivering, so you probably have the same face in all the pictures. I will post some when we get them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Finally, my favorite thing is that you have become cuddly. Not when you are awake during the day, but before naps, before bed and in the morning you will sit and cuddle with us or lay on our shoulder. It is so sweet. This morning you laid with me for about 7 minutes then dad took you and you laid with him and watched the news for about 10 more. Just hanging out. I love it. I also can lay you on the floor and let you watch your reading video in the mornings. I usually have to strap you in your car seat, but now you will just lay down and watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you bud! Keep up the cuddling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7133992219531471945?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7133992219531471945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7133992219531471945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7133992219531471945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7133992219531471945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7529257780441614459</id><published>2010-03-15T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:25:16.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially your birthday. I was very sad that I had to come into work today. I really wanted to spend the day with you. But you went to the sitters and you were smiling and so excited when we got there, so I am sure you had a fantastic day and were able to play with the kids and have fun on your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your party was quite the success. We had about 40 people show up for your party. We had a BBQ did presents and cake and ice cream. My favorite part was giving you your smash cake. You were unsure about it at first and dad stuck your hand into it. You almost started crying when you couldn't get it off your hand. Then I gave you a bite to eat and you realized it was yummy so you chowed down. You mostly just ate it with your mouth and didn't use your hands, silly boy! Then we gave you a bath. You were super cute and I loved every minute of your party. You also had so much fun! Probably one of the best days we have had. You also are thrilled about the number of balloons in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW we are going to go get you a toy organizer tonight because your toys are overtaking our room! I am excited to organize them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q6WlLwMI/AAAAAAAABTY/61SkIEOM14k/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q6WlLwMI/AAAAAAAABTY/61SkIEOM14k/s320/DSC03366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449050887379730626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q5rHfYHI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qNCHV6xQfjI/s1600-h/DSC03359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q5rHfYHI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qNCHV6xQfjI/s320/DSC03359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449050875712462962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q5KsSFQI/AAAAAAAABTI/Isi8S9SSG98/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q5KsSFQI/AAAAAAAABTI/Isi8S9SSG98/s320/063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449050867008410882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q4VYCcMI/AAAAAAAABTA/SWZtyfXgS70/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q4VYCcMI/AAAAAAAABTA/SWZtyfXgS70/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449050852696420546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q36HOAXI/AAAAAAAABS4/EJbvpf57NlY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q36HOAXI/AAAAAAAABS4/EJbvpf57NlY/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449050845378118002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7529257780441614459?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7529257780441614459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7529257780441614459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7529257780441614459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7529257780441614459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/S57q6WlLwMI/AAAAAAAABTY/61SkIEOM14k/s72-c/DSC03366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-2111126769146342983</id><published>2010-03-14T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:50:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is officially your birthday. The marking of the best year of my life! You have caused me so much anxiety over the last year, but also more happiness then you will ever know. I love you so much and am so happy you are here with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to celebrate your birthday today. I admit, I went a little overboard. You don't always have to have a lot of "stuff" to have a good time, just friends and family. But I had a lot of fun planning your first birthday and shopping for stuff. I made your birthday invitations that turned out so cute! I bought a bunch of curious George decorations to give us a theme to our party and went a little overboard on the amount of money I spent on a cake, but it will be so cute and sometimes it is ok to splurge on things that make you happy. I am still waiting for your cake to arrive and I can't wait to see it. I got you a smash cake of your own! You will soon be in sugar heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently have about 15 balloons in our house and you are very excited about that. YOu have one tied to the back of your pants, thanks to dad, so you don't lose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to celebrate the day you joined us in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only get you to take a nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2111126769146342983?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2111126769146342983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2111126769146342983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2111126769146342983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2111126769146342983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7809258613448445535</id><published>2010-03-06T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:35:20.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>By the way, you have slept through the night twice now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7809258613448445535?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7809258613448445535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7809258613448445535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7809258613448445535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7809258613448445535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/03/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7690644070317910320</id><published>2010-03-06T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:29:46.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took you go get your first haircut. We are getting family pictures in a couple weeks and we wanted you to look sharp. You do! You are so handsome with your short, even hair. At first you were very curious as to what was going on. You wanted to see what the lady was doing so you kept turning around. When she used the trimmers you cried. I think it scared you, but it was very cute. I apologise for laughing when you cry, but it was very cute. Then when she used the scissors, you just watched the kid next to you get his hair cut. You really did a great job and the best part was the balloon they gave you! Balloons are your new favorite things. You have had 3 and each time you play with them until they are completely dead. You always laugh and scream when you play with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look very handsome son! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7690644070317910320?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7690644070317910320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7690644070317910320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7690644070317910320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7690644070317910320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7459217805267231759</id><published>2010-03-06T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:26:52.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months</title><content type='html'>Hi B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have reached some great milestones this last month. My favorite is that you have started walking. You took your first steps about a month ago and have gone from 1 step at a time to 5 or 6. You have walked 12 or so steps on a few occasions, but not regularly. You are getting braver though and take steps almost everytime you are standing up, unfortunately you fall a lot too but that is one of the consequences of taking risks in life. I love that you always get up and keep trying! I can't wait until you are walking on a regular basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also talk so much! It always sounds like you are saying words, but we aren't sure. For example you will say kitty and look at the kitty, but it only kind of sounds like the word kitty, but you sure try! It is so adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still do your reading program, but mom has been slacking big time. You dont like to read the cards with me, you just like to hold them and fold/bend them. That ruins them, so I dont use them much. The same goes with the book, since it is a paper book, not a board book, you just rip and fold the pages. Therefore, I don't think it is going to help much until you are older. You stillw watch the movies on a regular basis and I will be honest that I will stick to that because it is a nice break for mom to get some things done around the house. But you seem to love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting so big! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7459217805267231759?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7459217805267231759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7459217805267231759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7459217805267231759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7459217805267231759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/03/11-months.html' title='11 Months'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2378011394271528090</id><published>2010-01-18T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:22:47.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months!</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 10 months old already! Wow, time flies! You are so much fun at this age! I have lots of things to tell you that you can do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, you still don't sleep well! Why??? You got up 7 times last night!!!!! Some nights you only get up once, but usually 2 - 4. I don't know why, but we are going to have you cry it out again soon and get rid of your binky, so that might help. I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can understand so many words now: mommy, daddy, water, truck, fan, point, bath, drink, and probably lots more that I can't think of right now. I will ask you questions like, "where is daddy?" and you will look around until you find him then smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You say: momma, dadda, yeah and once you said no. You also sometimes say bah when I ask if you want a bath, so I think that is what you mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You get so excited for baths, it is unbelievable. After I start putting water in, you crawl over to the tub and try climbing in, clothes and all! When we take you into the other room to get you undressed you cry until we bring you back. You also always cry when I get you out, even if you have been in there for 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You learned to clap your hands a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You just started standing up for about 5 seconds at a time. You will be walking in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You point at things you want or directions you want to go. Or if I ask you where something is, you point to it when you find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! You are getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2378011394271528090?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2378011394271528090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2378011394271528090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2378011394271528090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2378011394271528090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-months.html' title='10 months!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6667016256527673670</id><published>2009-12-29T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:02:12.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick baby</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have had a runny nose for 4 or 5 days now and last night you started getting congested in your throat. When I got up with you last night you were very congested and sounded miserable. I gave you some medicine and you went back to bed. This morning you still sound miserable, but you still got up and was playing and seemed happy. Then you were playing by the computer desk and fell and hit your head. It is going to leave a bruise. I felt so bad. I was sitting right next to you but didn't catch you in time. I feel like a horrible mommy. Especially because you are sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started seeming tired, so I put you in your bed and you cried and it is the worst, saddest cry with your stuffy nose and throat, so I got you up, wrapped you in a warm blanket and you snuggled with me. You kept getting up then laying back down, but it is the most you cuddled for a long time. I sang songs to you and rocked you as you drifted off to sleep. It was so precious. You aren't the kind of baby who likes to fall asleep while we hold you, so it was a great moment for me to rock you to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting so big so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me rock you to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6667016256527673670?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6667016256527673670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6667016256527673670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6667016256527673670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6667016256527673670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-baby.html' title='Sick baby'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-833478294982243824</id><published>2009-12-27T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:19:45.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeJGCD4gtI/AAAAAAAABSg/HgcwR2zvS9k/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeJGCD4gtI/AAAAAAAABSg/HgcwR2zvS9k/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419951413289059026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first Christmas has come and gone. You were so incredibly cute and happy all day and you made our Christmas a thousand times more fun than it would have been without you. We had breakfast at our house and lots of people came over (grandpa John, Savannah, Nathan, John, Michael, Grandpa Dave, Grandpa Lane, Megan) we ate and opened presents and enjoyed each other's company. You played and played and played. You didn't open your gifts, but you loved playing with the toys once they were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you napped and we got ready and went to Nana and Papa's house and opened presents. Then we went to Great Grandma/Grandpa Fratto's house and ate and opened more presents (did I mention how spoiled you are?). Then we went up to Aunt Lindas and visited with so many people there. We ate (yes, again) and you played. You did't nap much all day but you were so happy and just having a ton of fun. Then we tried to put you down for a nap and you screamed and screamed so we got you up. We tried again later and had the same issue. You were just having too much fun playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, we went and visited Grandma Maez in the hospital then came home. We had such a busy fun-filled family day. It was awesome and you were so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I dressed you as Santa? You were a hit everywhere we went and you were so flippin cute!! I love you so much. Thanks for being in our lives and being such a fun baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeI2nWhoTI/AAAAAAAABSY/x8qnvEiH82A/s1600-h/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeI2nWhoTI/AAAAAAAABSY/x8qnvEiH82A/s320/DSC03282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419951148421456178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-833478294982243824?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/833478294982243824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=833478294982243824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/833478294982243824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/833478294982243824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeJGCD4gtI/AAAAAAAABSg/HgcwR2zvS9k/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-2109976515447897869</id><published>2009-12-27T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:57:25.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the cutest thing now! You give kisses! You started doing it a week ago and would give me kisses 3-4 times a day when I asked (although I asked about 15 times a day). It is so cute. You just lean forward, with an open mouth. It is so cute and I usually get slobbered on, but it is so worth it! Then for 2 days you decided you didn't want to give any more kisses. Made me so sad, but yesterday you started giving me kisses again! I didn't give up asking and it paid off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning you were in bed with us and you hit my nose with your head and it hurt so I asked for a kiss to make it better and you crawled over to me and gave me a kiss. So cute! I love you bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think you are starting to understand us a lot. When you are in your high chair and I ask if you want water, you always look at your cup. I can also say where is dad or where is mom and you look for us. You wave when I tell you to and you even said "bye-bye" the other day while waving, although it wasn't exactly pronounced correctly. I love to see you learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2109976515447897869?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2109976515447897869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2109976515447897869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2109976515447897869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2109976515447897869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/12/kisses.html' title='Kisses'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6734364109266836547</id><published>2009-12-14T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:30:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took you to visit Santa. I was so excited to see how you would react. I figure you like pretty much everyone these days, so you would be fine, but you weren't too thrilled about me leaving you alone on his lap. Soon as I walked away to go see the pictures you started crying for me. When I walked closer to you, you were fine and started touching his clothes and beard. Your picture is cute but you can see your face is partially red because you were crying. You are getting so big and I can't wait to spend this Christmas with you. You are going to love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeLj0CB72I/AAAAAAAABSw/uzILDeT8ErY/s1600-h/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeLj0CB72I/AAAAAAAABSw/uzILDeT8ErY/s320/DSC03157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419954123942522722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeLjlCIuNI/AAAAAAAABSo/bYRQOD-96OY/s1600-h/DSC03156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeLjlCIuNI/AAAAAAAABSo/bYRQOD-96OY/s320/DSC03156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419954119916435666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6734364109266836547?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6734364109266836547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6734364109266836547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6734364109266836547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6734364109266836547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SzeLj0CB72I/AAAAAAAABSw/uzILDeT8ErY/s72-c/DSC03157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-1575108449492582081</id><published>2009-12-12T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:17:55.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is hard and sometimes changes need to be made. I have a lot of decisions to make for us right now and it is really hard knowing what would be the best for you. Whatever happens and where ever life takes us, I just want you to know that I love you more than anything and would do anything in this world for you.I promise you that I will do my very best to make your life happy and complete. I love you so much. I never knew I could love something this much and I love you more and more everyday. I don't know how that is possible but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1575108449492582081?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1575108449492582081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1575108449492582081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1575108449492582081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1575108449492582081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/12/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-197112086117682757</id><published>2009-12-02T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:17:34.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have decided to join the crawling babies club! You have been army crawling and trying to crawl for months now, but as of last Saturday you are officially a crawler! Such a big boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow up too fast, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-197112086117682757?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/197112086117682757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=197112086117682757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/197112086117682757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/197112086117682757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/12/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5493408290798751908</id><published>2009-11-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:16:32.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You!</title><content type='html'>Hi Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be working some nights and Saturdays the next couple weeks. I worked my first evening tonight and although it was only about 2 hours later then I usually see you, I missed you. I got home and you were playing with dad in our room. Soon as you saw me you smiled and was talking up a storm! You crawled right over to me and climbed up me and smiled and hugged me. It was so cute. I could tell you were happy to see me! It just made my day. You make me feel so loved! I hope I make you feel as loved as you make me feel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5493408290798751908?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5493408290798751908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5493408290798751908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5493408290798751908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5493408290798751908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you.html' title='Love You!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7203526312935047668</id><published>2009-11-26T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:24:26.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your first Thanksgiving! I am so excited to share it with you! We usually go around to Thanksgiving dinner at All of your grandparent's houses and visit with all sides of our family, but this year they are all at the same time so we are going to take it easy and spend it with your Nana and Papa Fratto. They are having a big dinner at their house. We may go visit Grandma Maez and my aunts and cousins, but not sure yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving I am so thankful. I am mostly thankful that I have had the opportunity this year to become a mom and to have you in my life. It is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love being your mom! I hope to fill your life with happiness and teach you how to be thankful for everything we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much B!! Have a wonderful first Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You are still too little to eat most of the food, but I will try to give you as much food as I can, since that is such a great part of Thanksgiving. I will also let you try the Oreo Pie! MMMMM my favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7203526312935047668?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7203526312935047668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7203526312935047668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7203526312935047668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7203526312935047668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-1327589166805517377</id><published>2009-11-25T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:14:41.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi baby. I have so much to catch up on. I haven't written to you for a while and you are getting so big! Here are some of the fun things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Say Mama and Dada. You technically said dada first but when you said it you didn't understand what dada was. I am thinking now you are starting to understand what both dada and mama mean. It is so cute when you say, "mama mama mama" and I grab you and you stop. So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are crawling fairly well. You can crawl 4-8 "steps" before you fall and start army crawling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You make all sorts of funny noises in your mouth! You growl, gurggle and pant like a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOu can stand your self up and try to do this on EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can now spike and mohawk your hair. It is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You can wave hi and bye to people, when you want. You can, but don't always do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We have started you on a reading program and you seem to like to watch it. You don't like to read the books or do the reading cards, but you do like the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you B! Stop growing up so fast! I am going to miss this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1327589166805517377?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1327589166805517377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1327589166805517377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1327589166805517377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1327589166805517377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6325860147576734284</id><published>2009-11-01T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:27:54.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi son. You were so cute last night. We didn't go trick-or-treating because you are much too small to be eating candy. We dressed you up, though. You were cute. Then you answered the door with us and helped pass out candy. You were in a great mood and I think overall you had a great first Halloween. Here are some pictures. You made a cute monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3hBL0UelI/AAAAAAAABSM/6vy-gFNCUAE/s1600-h/DSC02837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3hBL0UelI/AAAAAAAABSM/6vy-gFNCUAE/s320/DSC02837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218938755447378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3hAifmKBI/AAAAAAAABSE/0tKNvxu7Cds/s1600-h/DSC02878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3hAifmKBI/AAAAAAAABSE/0tKNvxu7Cds/s320/DSC02878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218927662671890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3gvL3ddXI/AAAAAAAABR8/WPLy4z9V-2g/s1600-h/DSC02871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3gvL3ddXI/AAAAAAAABR8/WPLy4z9V-2g/s320/DSC02871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218629530973554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3gujUvTHI/AAAAAAAABR0/1lg1mbykpoc/s1600-h/DSC02887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3gujUvTHI/AAAAAAAABR0/1lg1mbykpoc/s320/DSC02887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218618647923826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3guUtrsNI/AAAAAAAABRs/-ReZG51Uy1M/s1600-h/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3guUtrsNI/AAAAAAAABRs/-ReZG51Uy1M/s320/DSC02860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218614726013138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3guE6ADLI/AAAAAAAABRk/0qbX1Q6DPSo/s1600-h/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3guE6ADLI/AAAAAAAABRk/0qbX1Q6DPSo/s320/DSC02823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218610482711730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3gtvxx-7I/AAAAAAAABRc/gwmKBXAvUfc/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3gtvxx-7I/AAAAAAAABRc/gwmKBXAvUfc/s320/DSC02820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218604811090866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6325860147576734284?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6325860147576734284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6325860147576734284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6325860147576734284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6325860147576734284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Su3hBL0UelI/AAAAAAAABSM/6vy-gFNCUAE/s72-c/DSC02837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-1366851202172506705</id><published>2009-10-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:51:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Up</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting so big! Over the last couple of days you have mastered sitting up. Now everytime I go to get you in your crib you are sitting up. Yesterday I went to check on you when you were napping and it looks as though you had sat up, then fallen over and fell asleep. You were holding onto your feet and your head was between them. Looked very uncomfortable, but very silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sumda5GU23I/AAAAAAAABRU/gs_wlGNiKi4/s1600-h/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sumda5GU23I/AAAAAAAABRU/gs_wlGNiKi4/s320/DSC02814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398018713709763442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been doing great on our second round of crying it out. You usually don't cry for more than 15 minutes and many times you have went to sleep without crying at all. I wonder if maybe you weren't ready the first time we tried this because this time is going much better. You are such a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1366851202172506705?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1366851202172506705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1366851202172506705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1366851202172506705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1366851202172506705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-up_29.html' title='Sitting Up'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sumda5GU23I/AAAAAAAABRU/gs_wlGNiKi4/s72-c/DSC02814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-5404325673357861812</id><published>2009-10-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:42:47.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Up</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a rough night for you. You got up 10 times in the 7 1/2 hours you were in bed and it took dad and me about an hour to even get you down. One time I put you down then took a break while you calmly laid in your crib. When I went in there to get you to try to get you to sleep again, you were sitting up. You just looked at me like nothing was out of the ordinary. It was so cute. You have been trying to sit up for a week or two now but can't quite figure out how to do it. You can get almost completely on your butt while leaning on one hand, but you can't figure out how to get that hand out without falling over. I love watching you think things through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still can't figure out how to crawl, but that doesn't stop you from getting around. You army crawl and pull yourself around with your arms. You move quickly and know how to go in and out of different rooms now. When I get ready for work in the mornings I put you in our room to play and within a few minutes you are in the bathroom. You are so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5404325673357861812?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5404325673357861812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5404325673357861812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5404325673357861812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5404325673357861812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-up.html' title='Sitting Up'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6245699717666127328</id><published>2009-10-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:49:55.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandpa Mattsson</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was your Great Grandpa Mattsson's funeral. A very sad day. I am so sad that you will not grow to know him. He played a huge role in my life and taught me many of the values I have today. I give him and grandma Mattsson credit for helping me be the responsible, knowledgable person I am today. They were the kindest, most generous people I ever knew and probably will ever know. Great Grandpa gave you 1,000 just for being born and it was a great start for a savings account for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We last visited him about a week before he passed. You were in a great mood and played with him. He was wearing an oxygen mask and you kept trying to pull it off. You also played with his watch. He held you for a minute and I could see that he really loved you and was so proud that you were his first great-grandchild (and only that he lived to see). He was so proud to have you. Everytime we visited he told every nurse, fellow resident, other strangers he didn't even know, anyone and everyone to come and see you. He always made sure to tell them who you were and that you were his great grandson. He sure did love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have lost 3 great grandparents in the last 13 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really unfortunate that you won't get to know them. I will do my best to pass down all the knowlege they gave to me. I know I probably won't do as good of a job, but I will try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6245699717666127328?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6245699717666127328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6245699717666127328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6245699717666127328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6245699717666127328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-grandpa-mattsson.html' title='Great Grandpa Mattsson'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8241376451368724401</id><published>2009-10-05T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:04:55.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not so fond of bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8241376451368724401?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8241376451368724401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8241376451368724401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8241376451368724401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8241376451368724401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/10/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5388215922824996667</id><published>2009-09-27T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:20:30.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family &amp; 6 month pics</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are napping. You have been so fun today! Yesterday we went and had your 6 month pictures, and our family pictures taken. Here is one of you that we can see already. We have to wait for the others, and patience is NOT one of my strenghts. I want to see them! You are so cute and you did such a good job. The first 40 minutes you sat and posed and were so good. Then you were done and so ready to go home, but we still got some more shots. You are such a gorgeous baby! I love those cheeks of yours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sr-Cqrtsl6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/HURUp0iHMVs/s1600-h/Bracken-02-web%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sr-Cqrtsl6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/HURUp0iHMVs/s320/Bracken-02-web%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386167349158909858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5388215922824996667?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5388215922824996667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5388215922824996667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5388215922824996667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5388215922824996667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-6-month-pics.html' title='Family &amp; 6 month pics'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sr-Cqrtsl6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/HURUp0iHMVs/s72-c/Bracken-02-web%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-1452074345810180392</id><published>2009-09-22T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:09:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solid Food</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week we have been trying some food with you. For the most part, you love rice cereal. It is very bland, but you eat it up. Last night we tried green beans. You gave them a fair shot and ate about seven bites before gagging. Two bites in a row you gagged, so I stopped feeding you. Tonight we tried cereal mixed with the green beans and that didn't seem so bad, but you still weren't thrilled about the beans. We will keep trying. Two more nights, then its onto Summer Squash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1452074345810180392?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1452074345810180392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1452074345810180392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1452074345810180392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1452074345810180392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/09/solid-food.html' title='Solid Food'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6100930549709372409</id><published>2009-09-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:11:30.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month visit</title><content type='html'>So we had your doctor visit last night. I must say you are a stud with shots. You held your breath and turned really red and let out a good scream, then you were fine. You really did a great job last night. You only slept about 30 minutes from 3 to 9 and you were still in a good mood. Here are your stats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height 26 1/4 inch (45th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Weight 16 pounds 1 ounce (25th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Head ?? 1/8 inches (40th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must admit that I thought you were on the chubby side, but looks like you aren't. I think those cheeks of yours give off a false impression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started you on cereal last night and you ate like a champ. You loved it and we made a mess, but you were so cute. In about 3 days we will start you on vegetables and within 2 weeks you should be on 3 meals a day. That should fatten you up a bit. I can't wait to try new veggies with you. I'm so excited and you seem to be too! You loved it and we loved watching you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6100930549709372409?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6100930549709372409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6100930549709372409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6100930549709372409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6100930549709372409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-month-visit.html' title='6 month visit'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7238492334511524739</id><published>2009-09-17T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:13:43.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sorry</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I was getting ready, you were rolling around on the floor in our room, like always. You managed to roll under your bouncer, which is a common occurance. You whine and I pull you out and you continue on your rolling way. This morning when you got stuck, I pulled you out and you started crying. I gave you a hug, put you down, and told you that you were fine. You were happy and continued to roll around some more. When I went in to check on you a few minutes later, I noticed a large scratch down your cheek. It is about two inches long. After examining the bouncer, I found the culprit. The piece of velcro on the bottom. When I pulled you out today you must of just been positioned wrong and rubbed your face on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is just a scratch and will heal in a few days, but it is the biggest scratch you have had so far and I feel like I am to blame. I know how annoying those scratches can be and they can sting. I'm sorry B! I love you. Thanks for still loving me and playing with me this morning. I didn't mean to scratch you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7238492334511524739?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7238492334511524739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7238492334511524739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7238492334511524739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7238492334511524739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m So Sorry'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7396071459951275683</id><published>2009-09-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:58:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned 6 months old yesterday! I can't believe you have been in our lives for that long! You are turning out to be such an amazing boy! You have new developments all the time. You now smile with your tongue sticking out, which is soooo cute! You also went camping with us over Labor Day and did such a great job camping and in the car! It is so nice being with you and you are so much happier now than you were when you were newborn, and that makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have your doctor appointment tomorrow. I can't wait to see how much you weigh and how long you are. You have to get your immunizations, which I think I hate as much as you do. I am going to talk to the doctor about two main things. 1. Eating solid foods. I think we will be starting you on baby cereal this week and I am so excited to start feeding you real food. I think you will like it. You always watch me eat and are so interested in it. 2. Your sleeping, or lack of sleeping. The last two weeks you have been waking up 6 or so times a night and you fight going back to sleep. You scream and kick and moan and groan and soon as we put you down, you wake up and start all over again. You were doing so great at nights until recently and we need to figure out what is going on so dad and I can get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having you in our lives. You are such a great addition for us and made us into a family. You are so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7396071459951275683?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7396071459951275683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7396071459951275683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7396071459951275683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7396071459951275683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-months.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-1221495825943760131</id><published>2009-08-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:03:58.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a While</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I have written you. You are seriously growing up so fast...too fast. I love that you are bigger because you are such a happier baby most of the time and not nearly as ornery, unless you are sleepy. You are also coming upon so many milestones and it is fun to watch. I don't like that you are bigger though because my little baby is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night you slept from 730 until 510 without getting up. This is great for you. You have been doing much better with your sleep but you always wake up between 430 and 530 ready to play, which is way too early for mom! When I wetn to get you this morning you had completely escaped your swaddle, kicked away from the anti rolling things, rolled, turned to your belly, and turned 180 degrees! You are getting so big! You are rolling both ways fairly regularly, you love sitting up in the bath and are figuring out how to splash. You figured out how to turn yourself in a cirlce, which is fun to watch.You try to kick and crawl when on your belly, and can put your binky back in your mouth about 60% of the time. You love playing with your feet, being held, and going outside. You love going on walks and being in your stroller. You try to drink from adult cups and are doing so so so much better in the car. You rarely cy unless you are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting so big and I love seeing all your developments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1221495825943760131?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1221495825943760131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1221495825943760131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1221495825943760131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1221495825943760131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-while.html' title='Been a While'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8067836816426876772</id><published>2009-08-06T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:16:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So BIG</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sweetheart. Right now you are sleeping. Taking a nice nap. You are doing very well lately with the sleeping. Nights are on and off, sometimes you get up once and sometimes 3 times. Not ever twice though. You go down for naps easily, usually and they have increased from 40 minutes to about an hour and a half, for the most part. You still are having trouble staying asleep on your own after that 40 minute mark, but I can usually coax you back to sleep. Good job, keep working on it and learning and soon we will both be able to sleep through the night! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting so big. You are sitting up by yourself for up to a minute at a time, you love playing with toys and yesterday you found your feet and now like to stick them in your mouth. You can hold your own bottle fairly well, can go 4 hours between feedings during the day and I swear you grew during your first nap today! You are so big and so cute! You are learning so much lately and are so much fun to interact with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always tells me how much they love your cheeks : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8067836816426876772?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8067836816426876772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8067836816426876772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8067836816426876772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8067836816426876772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-b-hi-sweetheart.html' title='So BIG'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3508884670364527205</id><published>2009-07-28T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:51:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry It Out III</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have underestimated you. I thought this whole cry it out would be terrible for the first week, but you are doing very well. You have fallen asleep with less than 10 minutes of crying for every nap, except for the one you are trying to take now, which has been the only one so far, in two days, that you have protested. For most naps you have cried less than 3 minutes or not at all! The hard part is you don't sleep long enough and the program I am follwing says to let you cry for 25 minutes before getting you up from your nap if you sleep less than an hour, so you are usually crying after your nap and have only cried yourself back to sleep once so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night you went down with no crying and slept until 230 in the morning. I got up and fed you and then you slept straight through until 6. That is a good night for you, but you woke up still very tired. I wish we could get you to sleep one more hour in the morning and I think you would be much happier. I can't believe how well night 2 went for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it has went much better than planned, but it is still breaking my heart listening to you cry. Please fall asleep baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3508884670364527205?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3508884670364527205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3508884670364527205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3508884670364527205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3508884670364527205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-it-out-iii.html' title='Cry It Out III'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7769417186784829529</id><published>2009-07-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:23:12.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry It Out Part II</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty rough night. That first time you fell asleep it didn't last long. Here is what last night looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:57 Bed&lt;br /&gt;cried for 35 min&lt;br /&gt;slept for 27 min&lt;br /&gt;cried for 37 min&lt;br /&gt;slept for 12 min&lt;br /&gt;cried for 13 min&lt;br /&gt;slept 1 hour 4 min&lt;br /&gt;cried for 10 min&lt;br /&gt;slept for 13 min&lt;br /&gt;cried for 8 min&lt;br /&gt;slept for 13 min&lt;br /&gt;cried for 24 min&lt;br /&gt;slept for 59 min&lt;br /&gt;up for 21 min (cried for 10 then ate)&lt;br /&gt;slept for 69 min&lt;br /&gt;cried for 11 min (I swaddled you at this point)&lt;br /&gt;slept 4 hours 12 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a rough night for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I fed you at 12:30 I gave in a little and swaddled you because you just couldn't hold those hands still and I figured that is what was waking you after you fell asleep each time. And it worked because you slept til 6 with no more wakings, no second feeding, no binki and no swing. Good job, bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today we are going to do the same thing with naps. Hope you start catching on and I hope I'm not confusing you too bad figuring out the swaddle/binki situation. I am thinking I will swaddle you and binki when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7769417186784829529?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7769417186784829529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7769417186784829529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7769417186784829529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7769417186784829529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-it-out-part-ii.html' title='Cry It Out Part II'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-1857962000154899419</id><published>2009-07-26T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:41:16.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying it Out</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting something called 'The Sleep Sense Program' tonight. Unfortunately it is going to include a lot of crying on your part, and most likely mine too. Your dad and I love you so much and we do whatever we can to help you, include helping you fall asleep at night. This includes me feeding and burping you, getting you in your pjs and changing your diaper, then swaddling you, giving you your binki, and rocking you somewhere between 5 and 30 minutes. Then we put you in your crib and pray to the sleeping gods that you will stay asleep. Its about a 50/50 chance that you will stay asleep until you are ready to get up and eat at night. If you do wake up, then we go in there and rock you again. We repeat this anywhere from 1 - 5 times a night and it takes between 20 minutes and an hour and a half to get you to sleep at night. This is very stressful for us and wastes a lot of your sleep time. So, it is time you train yourself to fall asleep. Here we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what tonight is going to look like: I put you to bed and I am going to go check on you every ten minutes. I will stay in there about one minute each time and try to calm you by talking to you and patting your belly, rubbing your face, etc. Hopefully you won't cry for too long. When you get up at night I will let you cry for 10 minutes before going in there, in hopes that you will be able to put yourself back to sleep. Then I will go in and talk to you and try to calm you down until you go back to sleep. I still plan on feeding you once, which eliminates one feeding a night. I really hope this works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put you to bed at 6:57 and you laid quietly for 5 minutes then started to cry. It slowly grew into a scream. My first time "checking" on you I stayed for 9 min instead of 1, but you are much calmer with me in there, so I will probably be in there half the time with you. It's so hard to listen to you cry when I know I can rock you and put you to sleep, but hopefully this is better for both of us in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7:26 and you stopped crying. Crossing my fingers. Nope. That lasted one minute.7:32 I went in and gave your binki and I think you may fall asleep. You are very tired and your eyes are closed. I can't imagine how this feels for you. Were suppose to take away all sleep props, which for you includes: nursing and/or rocking to sleep, swaddling, and your binki (and your swing, which I eliminated two days ago and you are doing ok without). I dont think I can stick with the no binki part. Lets see how you do using it and as long as I don't have to get up and give it to you at night it will be ok to fall asleep with, I think. Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think your asleep. 35 minutes. Not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1857962000154899419?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1857962000154899419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1857962000154899419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1857962000154899419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1857962000154899419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/crying-it-out.html' title='Crying it Out'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3933042800790509673</id><published>2009-07-19T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:14:59.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was your official first time swimming. We went once before but I only put your feet in. Yesterday you went all the way in and did a pretty good job. You didn't love it and cried on and off the whole time but you lived with it. You seemed intrigued by the water yet unhappy about having to be in it. It probably didnt help that you were really tired, but overall you did a good job. You even kicked a lot! Maybe next summer we will start some swimming lessons for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3933042800790509673?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3933042800790509673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3933042800790509673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3933042800790509673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3933042800790509673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3363396455000648789</id><published>2009-07-15T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:24:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4 Month Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4 month birthday! So far you have had a great day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3363396455000648789?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3363396455000648789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3363396455000648789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3363396455000648789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3363396455000648789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4-month-birthday.html' title='Happy 4 Month Birthday!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7547049733965499381</id><published>2009-07-13T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:02:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had your 4 month check-up. Here are your stats: &lt;br /&gt;Weight 14lbs 10 oz - 50th percentile. &lt;br /&gt;length 24 1/2 inches - 25th percentile. &lt;br /&gt;Head 41.7 cm - 40th percentile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last check-up you were in the 75th percentile so you haven't been growng as much or as fast but you seem to be growing so much every day! We are going to attempt to wean you from your medicines over the next two weeks and I hope you do ok without them. The doc also gave me the ok to have you "cry it out" to teach yourself to go back to sleep and put yourself to sleep. I plan on starting that in a couple weeks when I'm off work again and I am NOT excited for that, but I think it is the best thing for you! And hopefully it will make nap times less stressful for us because you scream and kick and pinch almost every time I try to put you down for a nap and half the time you wake up soon as I put you down or dont sleep more than about 20 minutes. I think it will do wonders for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also weaned you from your swaddle the last few days. I think you are doing ok without it but naps have been difficult. You move too much and on Saturday you fell out of your swing. Dad and I were in the other room and heard a "thump" followed by screaming. We instantly knew what had happened. You couldnt move so much with the swaddle but now you can. So now I buckle you in but that usually wakes you up and last night I got up and you were still in your swing but all the way bent over sideways. So, I think the swing is the next soother to break. We can use it during the day when you are awake, but not to sleep in (the way they are meant to be used). My heart dropped when you fell out of your swing. I felt like throwing up the rest of the day and it made me feel soo bad. I'm really sorry I let that happen and I wasn't more careful with you. I wont let it happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7547049733965499381?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7547049733965499381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7547049733965499381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7547049733965499381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7547049733965499381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2587104735078546384</id><published>2009-07-11T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:57:50.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling!</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are sitting on my lap as I type this. You just had a milestone, or so I think. You rolled over! You can only roll from your belly to your back and not from your back to your belly but you did it! I put you on your belly, which you hate so I don't do it nearly as often as we should. Typically babies your age should have at least 15 minutes of tummy time a day and you usually don't have any but sometimes get up to 5 minutes, which is one reason I was so surprised you rolled. Here's what happened. I put you on your tummy on my bed and then went to the side of the bed to put on my lotion. You were grunting and not really very happy but not crying so I let you lay there. About 20 seconds later you stopped grunting so I looked over at you and you were on your back! So noone was looking to whitness your first roll. So sad but I wanted to see it, so I put you back on your belly and after a few minutes of being fussy you rolled again! This time I got it on camera! YAY. Go BRACKEN!! I think you hate your belly so much that you rolled off of it and will probably not learn to roll onto it for a long time, because why would you need to if you hate being on your belly so much? 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type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c43c2dc88774476e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2587104735078546384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2587104735078546384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2587104735078546384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2587104735078546384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/rolling.html' title='Rolling!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-1887925876897878351</id><published>2009-07-11T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:39:50.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Together</title><content type='html'>Hi B,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to spend the day with you. I haven't seen you much the past two days and really missed you. You are napping now but when you get up we are going to go for a walk and play outside. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1887925876897878351?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1887925876897878351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1887925876897878351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1887925876897878351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1887925876897878351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-together.html' title='Time Together'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5833172178000821061</id><published>2009-07-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:28:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Ever</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 4th of July - Your first 4th of July. We started our morning with you talking up a storm. You talked and talked all day long! We went up to the park by our house for their flag ceremony and breakfast and you were happy the entire time! You just watched and enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home for a nap, which you barely slept but were still talking and enjoying yourself. We went to Grandpa Johns house and saw all our family there. Then we came home to nap again, which  you made up for the lack of naps all day and slept for 2 1/2 hours. I was so suprised that you were so happy and talky all day without your regular naps. I just kept telling dad how surprised I was that you were so happy. You then went to the store with us and stayed up til 9. I got you to sleep and then we went up to the neighbors to enjoy fireworks. They woke you up immediately so I took you out of your stroller to watch. You had no interest in them but just sat on my lap and watched all the people. Then you fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that. Such a happy happy day for you. The best day you have ever had and I enjoyed every second of it with you! I was so happy and had such high hopes of happy days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you woke up screaming today and have spent a good portion of today with blood curdling screams. So sad. Maybe we can try again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! Happy 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5833172178000821061?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5833172178000821061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5833172178000821061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5833172178000821061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5833172178000821061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-day-ever.html' title='Best Day Ever'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3193245475975641545</id><published>2009-07-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:22:51.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuter Everyday!</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are home sleeping right now with dad while I am at work. Today is my last day of work for the summer, so I will get to spend most of my time with you over the next 5 weeks. I am excited. You are getting so big and getting so cute! You have always been cute but I feel like you are cuter and cuter every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are doing new thing all the time. Most recently, you have started putting your right hand in a fist (which you have done all your life) then staring at it intently. You have been doing this the last few days and you do it on and off all day. Then you have been putting your feet up in the air when we lay you on your back. Straight up. It is silly. You have been giggling a lot for dad which I absolutely love hearing! It is the cutest giggle ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sli_pVILEmI/AAAAAAAABQc/2YqoakXh07I/s1600-h/167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sli_pVILEmI/AAAAAAAABQc/2YqoakXh07I/s320/167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357242473524171362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another 150 or so pictures of you developed yesterday. We have close to 400 or so now. I get a little camera happy but I can't help myself. You are always so cute and I want to  capture all the precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3193245475975641545?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3193245475975641545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3193245475975641545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3193245475975641545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3193245475975641545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-b-you-are-home-sleeping-right-now.html' title='Cuter Everyday!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/Sli_pVILEmI/AAAAAAAABQc/2YqoakXh07I/s72-c/167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-6495383708987250975</id><published>2009-06-23T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:02:16.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>Hi B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a little moment we had today. I was rocking you, trying to get you to sleep tonight and you were fussy. You turn your head a lot and grunt. I started to sing you some songs (twinkle twinkle little star, the wheels on the bus, itsy bitsy spider, etc). After about three songs you opened your eyes, stopped fussing and started "singing" with me. It was so adorable. You did this for 5 or so songs. I stopped singing and you closed your eyes and was asleep within 5 minutes. You even stayed asleep, which you hardly ever do. It was so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the store today and you were a little fussy before we went. I put you in the front carrier and faced you out for the first time. You didn't fuss one time in the store. You loved looking around at everything. Even though you were tired you just enjoyed our trip to the store. You are so darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6495383708987250975?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6495383708987250975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6495383708987250975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6495383708987250975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6495383708987250975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/06/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5876968729869701009</id><published>2009-06-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:09:17.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months!</title><content type='html'>Hi B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your 3 month birthday. I sang to you this morning and you started crying, but I am assuming it is because you were in the car, not because my singing voice is extremely horrible (although it is). You were very smiley and happy this morning and managed to spit up so much that I had to change my clothes before we left this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting so big! You are 15 pounds 2 ounces and you try to sit up on your own. It looks like you are trying to do baby sit ups. You pull your head up and it really looks like you are trying to sit up. If I sit you up you just fall over, but you like to sit up when I hold you up. You are still not sleeping great, but better than you were. You get up 3-4 times a night on average. Not too bad but I still can't wait until you sleep through the night. You still hate the car and cry every single time we are in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are doing very well at Krista's house and I think you love all the kids and all the noise. You are always happy when I go pick you up. I think you are very entertained there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5876968729869701009?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5876968729869701009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5876968729869701009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5876968729869701009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5876968729869701009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-months.html' title='3 months!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5671604072161859044</id><published>2009-06-02T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:30:26.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You</title><content type='html'>Dear B, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lots today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5671604072161859044?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5671604072161859044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5671604072161859044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5671604072161859044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5671604072161859044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5125404997689778404</id><published>2009-05-29T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:39:14.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long week. I had to go back to work this week and leave you with the sitter. I think it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. It is really difficult for me to not be in control of life and knowing you spend 8 hours a day with other people, I feel helpless as to what you are doing and your safety is no longer in my hands. This is really difficult for me. I know I am somewhat over protective and probably always will be. You will have to be patient with me, but it is hard to leave you with anyone for that amount of time. I dont want you watching too much tv or other kids holding you when they aren't being supervised or kids touching you with all their kid germs (which they all do the second you walk in that door) or people bugging you when you sleep or you getting sunburned on too long of a walk or you not getting enough attention (I doubt this will be a problem, everyone there absolutely loves you). There is just so much not in my control and so many things that I wish people were more careful with, but who am I to tell them how to live their lives. I am doing my best to ease up and let it be, but it is tough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be happy there and have had a great week, so I feel great about that, but I still miss you so much and can't wait to see you at 4 each day. It is miserable at work without you and I have been away from you four times more this week then your previous 10 weeks all put together. I'm struggling with this, but I think it will get easier as time goes on and you get bigger and aren't quite as fragile. I hope it gets easier (at least I'm not crying when I leave the sitters like the first two days). I just don't feel like I see you enough and you have been going to bed so early that I don't get any quality time with you. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5125404997689778404?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5125404997689778404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5125404997689778404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5125404997689778404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5125404997689778404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8239120654259615153</id><published>2009-05-25T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:04:32.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Hi Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi honey. Right now you are napping in your swing after quite the weekend. We went to Moab this weekend, your first camping trip. It was quite the adventure. I was worried about you and the 4 hour car ride, but I admit you did pretty darn good. Fussy on and off on the way down there, but not too bad. We set up a huge tent and you had your own little swing nook. You weren't a big fan of the new swing I bought and took, but you slept in it pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day there you were fussy ALL day and way worse than you have been for weeks. That was stressful and you didn't nap all day. We went on a hike and dad took you in our carrier. It was very cute. You did well on the hike too and tried to nap a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday you did much better and was much happier. We went for a few car rides as dad took us around to show us the place and we went for another hike. You were happy all day and did such a good job. When we got back from our hike I took you into our tent and the wind started blowing. Huge gusts, the strongest wind storm I had ever been in. It took lots of tents right out of the ground and blew them around. It blew the top of our tent so hard that it was laying down on top of us. I laid on top of you to cover you from all the dust blowing in. You actually seemed to enjoy the wind and all the noise it was making. Then their was a huge downpour of rain, which you also seemed to like. We decided to come home on Sunday night and you slept the whole way home. You did such a great job! I am so happy when you have good days and are happy yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share one story I'm sure you will hear when you get bigger.WHile on our hike, we took you down to a large swimming hole. I gave you to dad to dip your feet in the water. He took you and the instant your feet touched the water you let out a blood curdling scream. Yeah the water was cold, but you didn't even think about not crying. It was pretty amazing how fast you let out that scream. We all laughed and not because you were crying, but the whole situation was pretty funny. I'm hoping you take to swimming pools better than you took to that swimming hole, because I would love to go swimming with you this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a precious baby! I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8239120654259615153?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8239120654259615153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8239120654259615153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8239120654259615153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8239120654259615153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-821911724523823908</id><published>2009-05-18T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:06:23.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month appointment</title><content type='html'>Hi Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to your two month appointment. You were actually in a good mood. You cried very little on the way there and you don't particularly like car rides and you were gooing to me while we were waiting and its the first time that you didn't cry when then nurse had to listen to your heart and weigh you. Good job bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the doctor. She jokingly said she would give you up for adoption and you started crying. It was actually pretty funny. Then you didn't want to stop. She did your evaluation and we talked (well tried to talk, but hard for me to concentrate when I'm trying to get you to stop crying) about you and how you are doing. She upped your prevacid to a full pill each night instead of half. You still take Axid twice a day and I give you gas drops during every feeding that you don't take other meds. I hate that you have to take so many medicines and I hate that I'm putting all that in your little precious body. I must say you have been better the last week and a half, for the most part, then you have been (besides two really bad days). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally calmed you down and then comes the nurse again. She was thre to give you your immunization shots. There were three shots with six different immunizations. Now I know that no kids like shots and I knew you wouldn't but it was so sad to hear you cry again. You were screaming and it was so heart breaking! Then she gave you the oral vaccination and you kept coughing because you were trying to scream and oh it was so sad. I hate to see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell asleep right after and slept most the way home. We got home and I fed you and held you a while then you slept for 3 hours, got up to eat and are back down for another nap. I think the shots are making you sleepy. Poor guy. When you got up to eat your cry was so sad sounding and you sound so miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to get you a G I Tract test to see how the acid reflux is doing and to see if that is the problem and reason why you are so fussy. We will see how that goes Thursday. I hope its not too miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are feeling ok though and don't hate me too bad for taking you in to get your shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-821911724523823908?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/821911724523823908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=821911724523823908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/821911724523823908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/821911724523823908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-month-appointment.html' title='2 month appointment'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5347139978615428327</id><published>2009-05-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:07:52.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are finally starting to like baths. Maybe just tolerate them. You no longer cry (not even when I wash your hair, which, by the way is falling out and makes me so sad because it is so cute. I am finding hair in your swing and bed. You still have some that is about 3/4 of an inch at the base of your head but the rest is really thin and you are losing more of it everyday!) but you don't fully enjoy it either. I have some tricks. You like to have the room all steamy and it helps if you have your binki. I use two washcloths to cover you and one to wash with. You like this. I hope you grow to like them more as you get bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5347139978615428327?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5347139978615428327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5347139978615428327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5347139978615428327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5347139978615428327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/05/bathtime.html' title='Bathtime'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-606325338982974724</id><published>2009-05-12T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:02:45.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sweetheart! You are diong well. We are still spending lots of time together and I love it! You seem to be feeling a little better! You are sleeping so much better during the day. You usually get one really good 3-5 hour nap in and nights (besides last night...in which you got up 7 times!!) have been pretty good. I think this helps with your fussiness. Although you are still fussy on and off all day, you are doing much better! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put you in your own bed on Sunday night for the first time. You are 8 weeks old and it is so sad having you in your own room. You are so small in that big crib and I feel like you are so far away from me. You slept well your first night in there but not so great last night. You actually just got up for the day and I am holding you right now. Yes it is 2 in the afternoon! That shows me how rough the night was on you too! You went to bed at 840 and slept til 2. That is crazy, son!! I was starting to miss you and almost woke you up an hour ago so I could play with you, but I decided to let you sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and just wanted to let you know how things were going. Hopefully you are starting to feel lots better with the gas medicine and two acid medicines we have you on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-606325338982974724?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/606325338982974724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=606325338982974724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/606325338982974724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/606325338982974724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better!!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-1964045480386256865</id><published>2009-05-07T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:56:36.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Wootton</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi son. Today has been a sad day. We attended your Great Grandma Wootton's funeral. She passed away on May 2nd from a brain tumor. They just recently discovered that she had this brain tumor and by then it was too late to do anything about it. I am sad that you will grow up not being able to know either of your great grandmas that were around when I got pregnant. They were both such wonderful women and would have loved getting to know you and watch you grow up. You will miss out on two wonderful women in your life now. I know that Great Grandma Wootton would have absolutely loved you. You got to meet her last week, in the hospital, but unfortunately you won't remember her as you get older. Loss is hard and I will always be here for you when we lose what we love because it is good to have a shoulder to cry on. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1964045480386256865?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1964045480386256865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1964045480386256865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1964045480386256865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1964045480386256865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandma-wootton.html' title='Grandma Wootton'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6910582334982186894</id><published>2009-04-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:31:31.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left You</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left you with a sitter for the first time today. You are six weeks and two days old and I have never been away from you. I haven't even left you alone with dad. I had a doctor appointment yesterday and you kept crying and I felt bad for the doctor who was trying to keep you quiet while doing my check up. Today I had a dentist appointment and thought it probably is a good idea to leave you with someone so that doesn't happen again. Aunt Katrina offered to watch you since she is in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took you to her hotel and left you with her for two hours. I hurried and thought about you the entire time I was gone. I was so sad to leave you. I know in a few weeks when I go back to work I will have to leave you every day and I am not looking forward to that time. I have a hard time trusting people to take care of you. I also feel bad because you cry and fuss so much and I dont want people getting frustrated with you. But, you survived and did a good job with her. She also did a good job with you and everything was fine. It is just so hard to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-6910582334982186894?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6910582334982186894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6910582334982186894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6910582334982186894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6910582334982186894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/04/left-you.html' title='Left You'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5284367456238956307</id><published>2009-04-24T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:49:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>Hi Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your father and I have come up with quite the variety of names for you for some reason. I call you: Bracken, Bud, Buddy, Baby B, Baby, Sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad likes Buggers the most but also calls you Baby and Bracken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think it is interesting that we thought so long and hard for a name for you and yet call you so many other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not confusing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5284367456238956307?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5284367456238956307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5284367456238956307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5284367456238956307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5284367456238956307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/04/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3330310826605798324</id><published>2009-04-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:47:57.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Hi Bud, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are making some changes starting today. You don't sleep at all during the day like you should and you get up 4 times a night still to eat. You have been doing better at falling back asleep fast at night (I dont usually have to stay up for over an hour anymore) but its a struggle to get you to sleep more than 30 minutes at a time during the day. All my books say you should be sleeping 1 or 2 hours 4 or 5 times a day and not be up for over 2 hours ever. Well, we need to make some changes. I am going to try The Sleep Sense Program. We are starting today. So far, not so good. You have had a 30 minute nap and a 23 minute nap and have now been sleeping for about 20 minutes. That isn't anywhere near an hour and a half, but I think it will work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer going to hold you when you are sleeping (at least not too often) and am going to start a bedtime routine. I am thinking bath, pjs, book and eating. We will see how that works. I know you still need to get up and eat at night, at least for another month or two, but hopefully you can start to go longer between feedings and get more sleep during the day. I really believe that part of your extremely fussy behavior is sleep deprivation. You get overly tired and then fussy and then you can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope it works. It doesn't hurt to try, but you have cried more today than usual, but it's in your best interest, I think. I hope. Lets see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck learning how to fall asleep on your own (that's what I read the problem is, you don't know how to soothe yourself to sleep). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3330310826605798324?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3330310826605798324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3330310826605798324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3330310826605798324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3330310826605798324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2309453008738092936</id><published>2009-04-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:57:02.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Visit</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got home from the doctor. She thinks you are colic. There is no known cause for colic babies and no cure. It is something you will just grow out of. We are going to try to put you on formula for a week to see if that helps at all. Maybe something I am eating isn't settling well in your belly. I hope it helps. I'm not happy about not being able to breast feed because there are so many health benefits for you and I just want you to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now in the 75th percentile in weight. You are a big boy! And growing about a pound a week. Such a good eater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you grow out of this soon...for both of our sakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2309453008738092936?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2309453008738092936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2309453008738092936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2309453008738092936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2309453008738092936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctor-visit.html' title='Doctor Visit'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8287299421445363882</id><published>2009-04-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:19:28.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your one month birthday! Wow - where did the time go? It is already going by so fast! You have been really fussy the last few days and last night and the night before you screamed for over three hours. Something is making you not feel well and it makes me really sad. I cried with you for quite a while both days. It is ok to cry. It makes you feel better, so don't ever be ashamed of it. We have a doctor appointment today to see if we can figure out what is wrong. You look so sad and after you've been crying and you fall asleep you make sniffle sounds every few minutes while you sleep. It is so so so sad. I hope we can figure out what is wrong because it is wearing us both out! You are pretty good during the day but afternoons have been hard. This morning you have been fussy though. You don't sleep very long and you aren't eating well. I wish I knew what to do to help you and make your one month birthday better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've felt happy, sad, frustrated, miserable, sleepy, exhausted, excited, over joyed and so much more this last month, but I have enjoyed every second of it and love having you in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get feeling better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8287299421445363882?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8287299421445363882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8287299421445363882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8287299421445363882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8287299421445363882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-9161689949196472112</id><published>2009-04-14T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:49:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You From Head To Toe!</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi son. It is amazing how much a mother can love a son. And instantly, from the second you were born I have felt such an amazing amount of love for you. Here are some things I absolutely adore about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your thin hair, especially the hair on your ears. I love the perfect shape of your ears, your dark grey-blue eyes and your squeaks and snorts that you make. I love when you open your eyes really big and take in all you see around you. I love your pudgy cheeks and your cute chin. I love the way you suck in your bottom lip. I love the "ah ah ah" sound you make when you cry. I love your ten little fingers and ten tiny toes. I love the way you tuck your feet under you when you lay on our belly. I love that you cuddle a lot and love to be held. I love your open-mouthed smiles and your one-sided smirks. I love the way you look in my eyes. I love the way you close your lips together tightly, usually after eating. It is my favorite look of yours! I love your tongue when you stick it out like you are tasting the air. I love how you will grab and hold onto our fingers and how you suck on your binkie so hard that it squeaks. I especially love your hands and how you always lay on them and like them up by your face when you are all cuddled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you from head to toe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-9161689949196472112?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/9161689949196472112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=9161689949196472112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/9161689949196472112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/9161689949196472112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-from-head-to-toe.html' title='I Love You From Head To Toe!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2211889002822805829</id><published>2009-03-26T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:16:17.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days!</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go? Its already been 11 days! That is just crazy! Things are going really well though. You are now sleeping in your cradle and eating every 3-4 hours, instead of every 1 or 2 hours. Dad has been working and he doesn't get home until late, so you and me have been spending lots of time together, just the two of us. Grandma Mary has been coming over and spending time with you also while mom showers and gets stuff done around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you caught dad's cold. Mom caught it too. You have such a stuffy nose. It is so sad to see and hear. It wakes you up at nights and I can tell you have a hard time breathing. I hope you get better soon. The doctor said there isn't any medicine I can give you for a stuffy nose that is ok for babies to take, so you are suffering through it. I hope you can fight it and feel better soon. On a better note, I think your gas is much better and your acid reflux isn't as bad. I haven't been giving you your medicine and you are still being such a good baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird to think that if you didn't come on your own 11 days ago, I would have been induced last night and you would be born today. I can't even imagine have living the last 11 days without you! I'm very happy that you came when you did and that I know you came on your own and wasn't forced to come. And, I'm certainly happy that we are home today and not in the hospital! Plus we've had spring snow storms all week and I'd much rather be bundled up in our house with you, staying warm and spending time together then having to be giving birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are waking up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2211889002822805829?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2211889002822805829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2211889002822805829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2211889002822805829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2211889002822805829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-days.html' title='11 Days!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7662360385977903062</id><published>2009-03-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:16:05.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days!</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi little guy! You are now 5 days old. The last five days have been a lot of work and little sleep for mom and dad, but worth every second!  You are such a cute little man and such a miracle. You have had a doctor appointment and you are already gaining weight. Way to go! You are quite fussy and we are trying to figure out what is wrong. We are thinking gas or heart burn. It breaks my heart to see you cry and you cry quite a bit. Today we had to go get some lab work done and you had to give up some of your blood. It is testing for Jaundice. Your first test scored really low and put you at low risk for developing it, but you are beginning to go a little yellow and the whites of your eyes are slightly yellow. I hope it comes back ok. I should find out in a couple hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we have spent most of our time hanging out at home. You, dad, and me. We haven't had many visitors and its been kind of nice just spending time as a family. Dad went back to work today so last night and today it has just been the two of us and although I am exhuausted, it is nice being able to be with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your first 5 days have been happy, even though I don't think you feel well. I hope I am doing an ok job at this mommy business. I am certainly trying to do all I can for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7662360385977903062?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7662360385977903062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7662360385977903062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7662360385977903062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7662360385977903062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-days.html' title='5 Days!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7740388931251937222</id><published>2009-03-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:07:22.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Bracken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are finally here and well worth the wait!! I can't stop staring at you! You are the cutest thing I have ever seen! You decided to join us on March 15th 2009, weighing 7 lbs 13 ounces and was 18 inches long. You are healthy and seemingly happy. You love to be cuddled up with mom and dad and scream when we put you down. You are having a rough time sleeping since we can't put you down and therefore, we are having a rough time sleeping. But you are worth every second of lost sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing what the human body can do and how you grew inside me and are now here in our world! You are so adorable and amazing! I love you and would do anything in my power for you. It breaks my heart to hear you cry and I am amazed at how I could fall so deeply in love with someone so quickly. My life changed over night in such a spectacular way! Thank you for joining our family. I already can't imaging life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7740388931251937222?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7740388931251937222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7740388931251937222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7740388931251937222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7740388931251937222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7609373805013208802</id><published>2009-03-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:55:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 plus Weeks</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for you. I think I am somewhat patient, but others may think different. I do want you to stay in there as long as you need to in order to be born happy and healthy, but  I am also very uncomfortable and would love for you to come now so we can start our little family. I am getting very anxious to see you and am getting more and more nervous everyday about the labor part of you coming. I will be so relieved when you are here and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the doctors office, you are due in two days. Based on the hospital date, you are due in six. Either way, it is about time for you to come! I have a doctor appointment today and I am anxious to see what he says about you and if my body is getting ready...or not...which is what he has been telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you and have been thinking about you and talking to you a lot lately! Can't wait to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7609373805013208802?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7609373805013208802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7609373805013208802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7609373805013208802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7609373805013208802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/03/39-plus-weeks.html' title='39 plus Weeks'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-4292736164265546353</id><published>2009-02-26T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:46:03.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am 37 weeks! I am so excited that the time is getting close to see you! You are moving around like crazy and love to push on my bladder and kick in my ribs! I love feeling you, but it gets very uncomfortable. 37 weeks is considered full term and safe to have your baby, so therefore, feel free to come anytime! I am ready for you and so excited! Dad is very excited too. He talks to you through my belly and tells you he loves you. It is very cute. We can't wait for your arrival. I only have two days left of conferences, then I will really be anxious for you to be here! I don't want you to come before you are ready, but I am ready when you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-4292736164265546353?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/4292736164265546353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=4292736164265546353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/4292736164265546353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/4292736164265546353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/02/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5831735400140205650</id><published>2009-02-09T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:08:09.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Letters</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally bought letters that spell your name, painted them, and hung them on the wall. Well, dad hung them on the wall for me, but they are cute. I hope you like them. Maybe they will help you learn to spell your name faster since it is a long name! I can't wait until you are here! 5 1/2 weeks until your due date, but I may see you earlier if you decide to join us sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300875292101400866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SZB9_jBZWSI/AAAAAAAABJE/OThit9RDrM4/s320/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5831735400140205650?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5831735400140205650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5831735400140205650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5831735400140205650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5831735400140205650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/02/name-letters.html' title='Name Letters'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SZB9_jBZWSI/AAAAAAAABJE/OThit9RDrM4/s72-c/DSC01422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-9211847298317565316</id><published>2009-02-04T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:44:31.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like your name?</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are growing so much. You move around a ton in my belly and my entire stomach moves. You are getting big and much stronger. You seem to like to kick up in my ribs and that kind of hurts and is very uncomfortable. I also don't think you like it when I am sitting. You prefer standing or laying, I believe, because you probably have more room that way. I can't wait to see you and have you here with us! I am getting really big and everyone thinks you will be here much earlier than expected, but we will see. I want you to stay in there as long as you need to, to make sure you are fully developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the exciting news, I think we have a name for you. It's the first name we started with and after numerous times changing it, I think we are back with it. It is Bracken Shane Wootton. Dad had a best friend named Shane that passed away about 6 years ago, therefore your middle name. One of the students in 5th grade at my school is named Bracken and I liked that name a lot when I heard it, which is where we got your first name. This is not for sure yet, but it is something dad and I both agree on. Our other two choices for first names were Jaxon, but it is so common now and after we started thinking that we noticed tonz of little boys with that name so we ruled that one out. The other was Trexton, which I really like, but Trex is a type of decking material and dad thinks it would be weird to call you that (well and a lot of other people mentioned that too, but I really liked it). I hope you like your name and I hope it fits you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-9211847298317565316?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/9211847298317565316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=9211847298317565316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/9211847298317565316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/9211847298317565316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-your-name.html' title='Like your name?'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-6333135821200293819</id><published>2009-01-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:46:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PiCtUrEs</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some pictures of you today! We did a 3D ultrasound. You are such a cutie! The pictures aren't great, but it was so fun seeing you move all around. We felt really bad for you when you had both hands and your foot up by your head and the placenta is pushed into your face and the imbilical cord is up by your mouth. You look very cramped in there and you must be very uncomfortable. But the good news is you are so cute! There is much more to life then looks, but you are sure a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weigh 4 pounds and 2 ounces, which is on the big side. You should be about 3 pounds 8 ounces right now. I hope you aren't too big of a baby when you are born. Maybe I should lay off the ice cream? Nah...we both like it too much! You were moving all around in there and you made some very sad and mad faces. Then the lady was poking at you, trying to get you to move so she could get a good picture and you started kicking back. Funny. You were opening and closing your eyes and you stuck out your tongue. I was loving every minute of it! Here are some cute pictures of you! (You will come to see that I am kind of a picture fanatic. You will definitely be used to the camera!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Squished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNeHXdH8I/AAAAAAAABD8/F0xPIegDk7g/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618473278152642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNeHXdH8I/AAAAAAAABD8/F0xPIegDk7g/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chubby Cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNeAMj1sI/AAAAAAAABD0/5ry83zWT77g/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618471353407170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNeAMj1sI/AAAAAAAABD0/5ry83zWT77g/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're definitely a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNdqPLEuI/AAAAAAAABDs/yotimbtk78g/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618465458787042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNdqPLEuI/AAAAAAAABDs/yotimbtk78g/s320/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that chin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNdeywpVI/AAAAAAAABDk/k_olOn3VieA/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618462386824530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNdeywpVI/AAAAAAAABDk/k_olOn3VieA/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your cute little hand by your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNdCPdwYI/AAAAAAAABDc/f_cZ8J5NSns/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618454722593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNdCPdwYI/AAAAAAAABDc/f_cZ8J5NSns/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2245768237736026888-6333135821200293819?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/6333135821200293819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=6333135821200293819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6333135821200293819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/6333135821200293819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='PiCtUrEs'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SWwNeHXdH8I/AAAAAAAABD8/F0xPIegDk7g/s72-c/DSC01235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-2336140890079369795</id><published>2009-01-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:24:58.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccup, Hiccup</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had the hiccups for the first time yesterday. There have been a few times I have wondered but haven't really been sure. Yesterday I am positive you had hiccups. It was almost like a kick, but not as strong and it was constant, every second or so for 6 or 7 minutes. Dad was by me and could feel them too. It was kind of fun for me to feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is New Year's Day. This is the year you will be born, and therefore I know it will be a great year! You are going to make every holiday and every special occasion so much better than it would be without you. Between now and March 15th, when you are due, I have a lot of work to do! We have two baby showers family are going to have for you and dad and I are going to take a parenting class. I need to buy a ton of things to prepare for your arrival and I'm still waiting on our rocking chair to come in. I also want to read some parenting books to make sure I'm as prepared as possible to take care of you the best I can! I can't wait to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2336140890079369795?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2336140890079369795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2336140890079369795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2336140890079369795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2336140890079369795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiccup-hiccup.html' title='Hiccup, Hiccup'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-9146956315385081897</id><published>2008-12-26T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:43:11.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Baby!</title><content type='html'>Dear baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Christmas. We visited lots of family! We also drove through some crazy snow storms! Dad did a good job getting us through all the snow! Driving in the snow is not too difficult, if you have a decent vehicle, but people can be crazy out there. There will come a day when I will be worried about you driving out in that snow! I'm sure that day will come much too soon. Just remember to be patient when trying to get through the weather. I'm sure dad will teach you how to drive in it...and he will most likly teach you how to "play" in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got quite a few things for Christmas. You got your first beany baby, a couple bibs, some shoes and booties, socks, pants and a bunch of onsies. Aunt Kelly got you a stuffed monkey that is cute also. You will be quite spoiled. I loved opening your gifts and it made me so excited to have you here for next Christmas! Here are a few picturs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some cute shoes from Grandma. I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284263471196538562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SVV5oTw-BsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/4rurS-3gXVU/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your dad and I on Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284263495779036578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SVV5pvV5LaI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3SOSPKFg_oQ/s320/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a picture of you in the morning of Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284263484486411906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SVV5pFRhZoI/AAAAAAAAA9o/DskzEwkfruU/s320/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-9146956315385081897?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/9146956315385081897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=9146956315385081897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/9146956315385081897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/9146956315385081897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-baby.html' title='Merry Christmas Baby!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SVV5oTw-BsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/4rurS-3gXVU/s72-c/DSC01162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-3390651223773162908</id><published>2008-12-18T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:11:10.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 27</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 90 days to go! We are at week 27. It really is flying by, even though I am definitely ready to have you here! You are getting big and strong and I can definitely tell a difference in my body and my belly getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer like me laying all the way on my side. It is painful on my stomach and you seem to "fall" as gravity pulls you down to the side. This is somewhat painful. But I will deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about 15 inches long and 2 pounds right now. Seems so big! Your eyes are developing and are starting to open them this week. You should have some hair on your head (as long as you don't take after me) and your brain is developing quickly. So many wonderful changes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost Christmas. I love Christmas. I love to spend time with family and visit everyone we don't see often enough. I bought you a cute gift and I know a bunch of other people did too. Very nice of them. You are going to be spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3390651223773162908?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3390651223773162908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3390651223773162908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3390651223773162908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3390651223773162908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-27.html' title='Week 27'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-3794869098987129635</id><published>2008-12-12T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:59:35.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alarm Clock</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have already started being my own personal alarm clock. Dad leaves at about 5:45 each morning and for some reason, after he leaves you decide to wake mom up. Every day this week you have started kicking at 5:45 and I don't mean small soft kicks. It feels like you are trying to kick your way out of there. Of course I giggle and think it's silly. Then I lay there for an hour and usually turn on the TV because there is absolutely no way I can sleep when you are crazy like that. I love feeling you and will take getting up at 5:45 if I have to, but if you feel you could wait an extra hour, that would be fabulous for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3794869098987129635?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3794869098987129635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3794869098987129635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3794869098987129635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3794869098987129635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/12/alarm-clock.html' title='Alarm Clock'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5805621247091373504</id><published>2008-12-08T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:38:26.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of your nursery</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know I said your nursery was finished last time, but now it is even more finished. I just need to figure out a good name for you and put it on the wall, then get our rocking chair, which I figure we will be spending lots of quality time on. I ordered one that was really comfortable. I think we will love it. Here is your room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277614062450490546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/ST3aBx33vLI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Y8zX56djB5I/s320/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613569310183554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/ST3ZlEyD0II/AAAAAAAAA7s/1DlNO_AjGz8/s320/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613582553348834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/ST3Zl2HeeuI/AAAAAAAAA78/4h-8X6asGaI/s320/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613565045035922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/ST3Zk05K05I/AAAAAAAAA7k/zf0oQD9Kz4I/s320/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613580508864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/ST3ZlugCHyI/AAAAAAAAA70/9P5GfgcXVj4/s320/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mom&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/2245768237736026888-5805621247091373504?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5805621247091373504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5805621247091373504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5805621247091373504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5805621247091373504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-of-your-nursery.html' title='Pictures of your nursery'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/ST3aBx33vLI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Y8zX56djB5I/s72-c/DSC01092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-5174457356483656665</id><published>2008-11-29T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:22:09.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery</title><content type='html'>So, we finally got your room all put together today. Your dad and I finished painting and touch ups then grandma came over and helped me put all your furniture together and get everything out. I still need to hang your celing fan and curtains, get a rug and a garbage can, and get a rocking chair, but other than that it is super cute! I hope you love it, I really do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is out of town this weekend, so it is just the two of us. We did our Christmas shopping yesterday and got family pictures today then worked on your nursery. We are going to put up our Christmas tree tomorrow. We have been busy! I love feeling you kick, especially when dad is gone, it reminds me that you are there and growing and it makes me really happy. I have a hard time being home alone and just knowing you are down there helps keep me calm and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5174457356483656665?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5174457356483656665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5174457356483656665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5174457356483656665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5174457356483656665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/11/nursery.html' title='Nursery'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7700017442416632701</id><published>2008-11-26T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:57:24.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thankful for YOU!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well down there in the belly! I love feeling you everyday and so much everyday. You kept me entertained last night during class by kicking the entire time. Sometimes school is quite boring, but it was much more entertaining having you moving around down there! Then when I was getting ready for bed last night you were kicking so much that I could feel you on both sides of my tummy. I have felt that before but never so much. It was so sweet and I absolutely loved it. I must say I am pretty attached to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all this, I want you to know how thankful I am to have you in my life. I am so excited to start our family and think you will be such a great addition. I feel like my life is in shambles right now and has been for the last few months. A lot has happened that I'm not thankful for and that has caused me a lot of stress and tears. As I think about the last few months, the one thing that has kept me going and happy is you! I am so thankful you came when you did and it was definitely a gift because the last few months would have been a lot harder if you weren't down there growing! I am so thankful to have you and can't wait until you arrive! About 16 more weeks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7700017442416632701?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7700017442416632701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7700017442416632701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7700017442416632701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7700017442416632701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-thankful-for-you.html' title='So Thankful for YOU!!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8563445180889708062</id><published>2008-11-16T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:51:53.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sweet Pea</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 22 1/2 weeks right now and you are moving around so much. On Friday night you were flipping and turning and doing cartwheels in my belly. It was so fun to feel you and now I Just keep wanting you to do it again. Then on Saturday I felt you 6 or 7 different times for a long period of time each time. I think you were awake and moving all day! I love feeling you this much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are currently getting eye brows and more hair all over your head. Your body is also covered with a thin layer of hair. I read that you can taste the food that I eat because it goes in the amniotic fluid that you are swimming in and you will occasionally swallow some, practicing your digesting skills. I hope you are liking what I am eating and I am trying to eat quite a variety of foods - minus the meat. Yuk! I wonder if you will take after me or dad in the meat department. I wouldn't eat it if I was dying and dad can't get enough of it. Secretly, I hope you follow me with this, but I really don't care either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still struggling with your name. Nothing seems to fit or just feel perfect. And dad and I agreeing on the same name is another problem. We got the paint for your nursery this weekend though and I plan on starting to paint today! I am so excited! I hope you feel comfortable in your room and love it! I will fill it all full of love as I am painting and decorating it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby! Approximately 123 days to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8563445180889708062?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8563445180889708062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8563445180889708062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8563445180889708062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8563445180889708062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-sweet-pea.html' title='Hello Sweet Pea'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5146255000996035981</id><published>2008-11-04T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:54:34.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Felt You!</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last couple weeks, you have been kicking hard enough for others to feel it if they happen to have their hand on my tummy when you kick. That's the tricky part. So, when I feel you kicking I always tell dad and show him where to put his hand to feel you. Every single time, you stop kicking. I think it is hilarious but dad doesn't think it is that funny. Last night you kicked twice so I told dad, "you might be able to feel him, put your hand here (on my tummy)." So he did and he felt you about 5 times in about a minute. He was very excited and happy to finally be able to feel you! Then you stopped and dad kept his hand there for about 5 minutes, just in case, but there was no more movement. Then soon as he moved his hand, you started kicking again. I laughed. Dad is so happy to have felt you though. He gave you a big kiss after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt you so much the last 3 days. I think your muscles are getting stronger and your bone is getting harder so it is easier for me to feel you. Plus you are getting much bigger. I love feeling you move around in there! It lets me know that you are alright, so keep it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5146255000996035981?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5146255000996035981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5146255000996035981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5146255000996035981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5146255000996035981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/11/daddy-felt-you.html' title='Daddy Felt You!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8417995414338397094</id><published>2008-10-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:10:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now officially half way to the big day. Of course there isn't a guarentee on what day you will decide to join us, but I am considered 20 weeks today. So exciting! You have been growing eye brows this week and hair on your head. That is if you don't take after me because I didn't have any hair until I was 2. So we are hoping you take after your father with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel you kick. Somedays it is wild and crazy kicking and others it is nothing. Dad really wants to feel you kick and has been trying desperately to get me to eat ice cream every night (even when I already had my daily ice cream earlier in the day) in hopes to give you a sugar rush so he can feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought a cute picture frame for you and put your ultrasound picture in it. Our first pictures of you. Here are your ultrasound pictures. Look how cute you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964134787761186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SQnN_welRCI/AAAAAAAAAvc/yvwa14sjZ3A/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964129587924642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SQnN_dG2DqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/B3_4hzB68Q0/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964130513387426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SQnN_gjff6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/bMYe2TGrUl4/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964126438593666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SQnN_RX_FII/AAAAAAAAAvM/9RzrmcVyGr8/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8417995414338397094?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8417995414338397094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8417995414338397094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8417995414338397094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8417995414338397094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/20-weeks.html' title='20 Weeks!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SQnN_welRCI/AAAAAAAAAvc/yvwa14sjZ3A/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-3192285396434406153</id><published>2008-10-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:28:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my thoughts with you about alcohol abuse and alcoholism. This is a disease that runs strongly in both my side and your dad's side of the family. It is said to be inherited, so something that you could very likely be prone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start by saying I don't think there is necessarily anything wrong with drinking, as long as you can control your drinking and control yourself while drinking. We have lots of friends and family who drink and do just fine with it and absolutely love it. I am sure that you will get to a point in your life when you want to test the waters and try it to and may even drink on a social level. That doesn't really bother me. But when drinking you have to know that you have to be able to control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been exposed to many major conflicts in my life where alcohol has played a major role and there has been trouble and a lot of regrets. I hope that you aren't ever in this situation. I want to promise you that I will never expose you to people who are drinking heavily and I will always protect you! I promise you now that I will never put alcohol before you and will always do my best to make sure that you don't experience any negative effects of others' drinking while you are in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major point I'm trying to make here is to make good decisions for yourself and be in control of yourself. It is ok to go out and have fun, but remember to make smart choices. I also vow to make the best decisions in my life so that you can be raised in a happy, healthy environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-3192285396434406153?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/3192285396434406153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=3192285396434406153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3192285396434406153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/3192285396434406153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-8262506796440646629</id><published>2008-10-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:11:33.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick...Whoa!</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing happened last night. I was laying in the bath, reading, and I felt you kick. This is somewhat normal but I thought to myself, "Whoa! That was a strong one." Then I felt it again in the same spot. So I looked down and you kicked me again and I actually saw my belly move!! It was the coolest thing ever!! I waited another few seconds...staring at that spot and sure enough...you kicked me two more times and I saw my belly move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am hoping and expecting that this will happen a lot during the next 21 weeks, It was so exciting to see for the first time. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8262506796440646629?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8262506796440646629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8262506796440646629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8262506796440646629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8262506796440646629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/kickwhoa.html' title='Kick...Whoa!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-7540986152342388935</id><published>2008-10-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:59:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we found out big news yesterday! You are a boy!! Which, I'm pretty sure you already knew, but it was a lot of fun for us to get to see. We went to our ultrasound and the doctor measured a lot of your different body parts and we were able to see that you look pretty healthy. You were moving all over the place. It surprised me that I can't feel you more than I do. At one point your head was down and your feet were up by my belly button. Then at another point the doctor got a side view of you and you were moving your arms all around. You were punching or dancing or something but it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start getting your bedroom ready now and buy you some furniture and bedding and all sorts of stuff. I will try to make it really cute for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still thinking of a name. We are thinking Bracken but we haven't decided for sure yet and have no ideas for middle names. I think names are so important because it is something you will have to live with and I hope we can find something that you really like. Your dad looked up my name in the baby book and it means "short tempered" and he laughed at me. He thinks it fits me well but I dont completely agree. I promise not to be short tempered with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relieved to know you are healthy in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-7540986152342388935?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/7540986152342388935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=7540986152342388935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7540986152342388935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/7540986152342388935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5372987296987230647</id><published>2008-10-17T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:12:27.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Hello</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just sitting here waiting for the oil to get changed in our car. I hope you are ok down there. I think about you constantly. Monday is the big day! We get to see if you are healthy and growing the way you should be and hopefully get to see if you are a boy or a girl. The poll on my blog is pretty even. 11 say girl, 9 say boy. I just really hope you are healthy down there. I worry about you so much. I still have been having sharp pains down there and my back has been really hurting. I hope you can't feel any of this! Wanted to tell you a quick hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5372987296987230647?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5372987296987230647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5372987296987230647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5372987296987230647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5372987296987230647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-hello.html' title='A Quick Hello'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2649154101818090589</id><published>2008-10-11T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:55:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Pain</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are well! Last night I went to dinner with dad. We went to Olive Garden and as we were pulling in I started getting the worst side pains. It hurt so bad! It about took me out! I could barely move and it brought tears to my eyes a few times. I think it might have been gas (I hope). I got so worried about you. Then I got the same pain but not as sharp a few times today. I really hope you are alright. I hope you can feel me rubbing you and hear me talking to you.  I love you and hope everything is ok down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2649154101818090589?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2649154101818090589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2649154101818090589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2649154101818090589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2649154101818090589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/side-pain.html' title='Side Pain'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5945264454751733872</id><published>2008-10-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:52:08.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Felt You!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I THINK I have felt you. Not positive, but I have told three people and all of them say it sounds like it. Of course one of them is your dad and how would he know, right? It has been three days in a row though, so the odds are looking good. The first time was on Saturday when I was shopping with Shantel, then on Sunday when I was walking in my bedroom, then last night when I was laying in bed (twice). It just feel like gas bubbles so I haven't been sure but Becky and Linda both say that is what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really hoping it is you! Feel free to keep on kicking me (for now at least...I will ask you to stop once you come out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5945264454751733872?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5945264454751733872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5945264454751733872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5945264454751733872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5945264454751733872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-felt-you.html' title='I Think I Felt You!!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5697986235191600419</id><published>2008-10-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:02:01.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just added a poll to my other blog on what people think you will be. A Boy or a Girl?? I am excited to see what people think! I voted girl so right now it is 100% of the votes a girl. But I guess I could vote for dad then it would be 50/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is going good down there! I have been eating A LOT of icecream and feeling really bad about it...oops?? I try not to, but when I want it I feel like i HAVE to have it. I hope you like chocolate chip because I have wen't through almost an entire bucket...yes, one of those cheep, huge buckets...in a week and a half. I am going to really try to watch it from now on though. I came into this pregnancy knowing that I would eat so healthy and get so many vitamins, but that went down the drain after only a few weeks. I'm going to get back on track though! For you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had really bad headaches all week. I have had to take Tylonal three times this week. Although my doctor and everyone else in the world says it is fine, I just would rather you not have it in your system, so I feel really guilty about this too, but they have been REALLY bad. I don't take anything until I have to lock myself in my room and turn off all the lights because it hurts so bad. I hope it isn't affecting you at all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a really cute crib for you!! I hope you like it. I'm still going to go shopping some more and look around, but I found one online that I liked a lot. Maybe one day you will see it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you...can't wait to see you and hold you in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5697986235191600419?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5697986235191600419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5697986235191600419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5697986235191600419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5697986235191600419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/10/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-2593563365220158551</id><published>2008-09-26T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:18:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Doctor Appointment</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my second doctor appointment this week. It was so exciting because I got to hear your heart beat again! I was getting really worried about you lately because I have had a lot of turmoil in my life and I was worried that it may have been affecting you. But your heart is beating and it is strong so that is a really good sign. I have gained a few pounds and a few inches, so that is a good sign that you are growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an appointment for my ultrasound! I will get to find out if you are a boy or a girl that day and also see you for the first time. We will be able to tell if you are healthy and strong. I can't wait. My appointment is on October 20th! It will come soon but still seems like so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I am healthy as can be. I have no diseases and I have B positive blood, so there is no problem with the Rh factor. I am so relieved and it was a great doctor appointment full of good news. The only bad thing is my doctor told me to take out my belly ring or you would stretch it and it would look yucky after, so I took it out, which is probably for the best because you could start to see it through all of my shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-2593563365220158551?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/2593563365220158551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=2593563365220158551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2593563365220158551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/2593563365220158551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-doctor-appointment.html' title='2nd Doctor Appointment'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-5967135059173278271</id><published>2008-09-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:08:41.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandma Mattsson</title><content type='html'>Dear baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi little one. I have been having a really tough week. There has been so much going on in my life and a lot of stress. I know that you can feel what I feel and it scares me. I want to take care of you and make sure you are healthy. I am doing my best to stay calm and eat often. I hope that you are still ok in there and not feeling as bad as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that has happened this week is that your great grandma Mattsson passed away. She is my dad's mom. She is truely a fantastic person and was so excited to be a great grandma. You were going to be the first great-grandchild and she was so excited for you! She would have been such a fabulous great grandma! I know this because she was such a fantastic person and such a wonderful grandmother to me, that I know she would have been so awesome to have as a great-grandmother. I am truely saddened that you wont get to know her. I will teach you about her though and you will know all the wonderful things she did for me and for all of our family. She was so amazing. I hope that you can grow to understand how much I loved her and how important family is. She taught me a lot about family and has showed me through her actions how great it is to have a wonderful family. I hope to pass that on to you also. I always want to have a close, loving family. I would love to teach you as much as she has taught me through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are safe and well in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-5967135059173278271?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/5967135059173278271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=5967135059173278271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5967135059173278271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/5967135059173278271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-grandma-mattsson.html' title='Great Grandma Mattsson'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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-2245768237736026888.post-1041244067372506786</id><published>2008-09-04T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:21:27.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SMcu-V9OuSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sFlIIu1JLoE/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello little one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am 12 weeks along. 28 or so more to go. It really is going pretty fast. I have been having a lot of dreams about you lately. You are always a girl (well once you were twins...boy &amp;amp; girl) and you are always really big. Not like a big baby, but you grow into a child in just a few days and I miss you the whole time because I feel like you weren't able to be a baby. You are always talking and last night I was potty training you the first night we brought you home and you were doing it! Crazy dreams. I can't wait to find out if you will be a boy or a girl. I have a feeling you might be a boy. . . if so, sorry about all the girl dreams. But, on the other hand, I hope all the girl dreams are a sign that you are a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture from my book today that shows about how big you should be today.  You are about 2 1/2 inches long and weigh about half an ounce. So small still, but I am definitely getting bigger. I am really excited to start getting big and seeing that you are getting bigger also. All of your vital organs are formed and you now have finger nails. You are pretty much fully developed, just need to get a lot bigger, but you have all your body parts. So exciting!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211934988486818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SMcu-EfaSKI/AAAAAAAAAds/nc9U0xXvZjY/s400/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have you here,&lt;br /&gt;Love You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-1041244067372506786?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/1041244067372506786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=1041244067372506786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1041244067372506786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/1041244067372506786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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/_1LaSz2yI0ZE/SMcu-EfaSKI/AAAAAAAAAds/nc9U0xXvZjY/s72-c/DSC00849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245768237736026888.post-8045877279377071364</id><published>2008-08-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:17:56.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat!</title><content type='html'>Yestdarday the most amazing thing happened...your dad and I heard your heartbeat! It made me so happy because it really reassured me that you are alive and growing and everything is going fine. He said your heart beat was beating at 175 beats per minute, which is a little on the fast side, but that is ok. He also said it was really strong for me only being 10 weeks pregnant. I am so happy that you are growing so well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, you have fingers and toes, elbows and knees that bend, color in your eyes, many of your internal organs and you are really starting to take the shape of a baby. Your brain is developing and you are about an inch and a half long. From now on you will grow at an incredible rate and will get much bigger very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my students about you this week when I went back to work for the school year. They seem to be really excited for you also, but I promise...I won't let them touch you! I can just imagine all those snot/dirt/food covered fingers touching you and I won't let it happen! But they will be able to see me grow as you grow inside me. It will be fun to share that with them. They are most excited, as am I, to find out if you are a boy or a girl. I will find out in 8 more weeks. Your father really wants you to be a boy and I really want you to be a girl, but we will both love you and be happy regardless of what gender you are! (But if you will work on being a girl, you will help me win some money...haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe and keep growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2245768237736026888-8045877279377071364?l=babywootton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/feeds/8045877279377071364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2245768237736026888&amp;postID=8045877279377071364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8045877279377071364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2245768237736026888/posts/default/8045877279377071364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babywootton.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat!'/><author><name>Shanda Mattsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07140559307978754582</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></feed>
