<?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-5234876885734460069</id><updated>2011-11-04T10:39:10.317-07:00</updated><category term='harmon'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Long Bean &amp; Peanut</title><subtitle type='html'>Bragging and maybe a little ranting about our awesome kids (who are conveniently spaced almost 14 months apart)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234876885734460069.post-2729550126611324214</id><published>2011-11-04T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:39:10.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmon'/><title type='text'>Harmon's 3rd Birthday Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Harmon Turns Three...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. What is your favorite color? Rojo&lt;div&gt;2. What is your favorite toy? Rojo McQueen and rojo nascar and Finn McMissile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What is your favorite fruit? Apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is your favorite tv show? Monster Trucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What is your favorite outfit? Army Monster Truck PJs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. What is your favorite game? Chores (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is your favorite snack? Fruit snacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What is your favorite animal? Kitty cat and doggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What is your favorite song? Life is a Highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What is your favorite book? ABCs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Who is your best friend? Brooklyn and Zach and Brianne and Aaron and Marcus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What is your favorite cereal? Cars cereal, Fruity Cheerios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play with Grave Digger and get him all wet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What is your favorite drink? Juice and milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday? Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. What do you like to take to bed with you at night? 3 animals and McMissile and McQueen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. What is your favorite thing to have for breakfast? Cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. What do you want for your birthday dinner? Rice, maybe fruit snacks for dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. What do you want to be when you grow up? Firefighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. What does your daddy do? He works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. What does your mommy do? Work at her meeting with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. What does Sammy do? Play with me, Harmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2729550126611324214?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2729550126611324214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/11/harmons-3rd-birthday-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2729550126611324214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2729550126611324214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/11/harmons-3rd-birthday-questions.html' title='Harmon&apos;s 3rd Birthday Questions'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1076652088332036316</id><published>2011-10-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:33:38.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmon'/><title type='text'>Grave Digger Speaks</title><content type='html'>10.24.11 - Harmon's 3rd Birthday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All four of us lying in the kids' bed situation (two twin mattresses shoved together on the floor) trying to make the kids calm down/sleep after Harmon's super fun party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harmon: I love my birthday!!!  Grave Digger (giant monster truck toy snuggling him), do you want to go to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grave Digger (by Harmon in hilarious deep raspy voice): No!  I don't want to sleep!  I just want to go play in the playroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harmon: You don't want to sleep?  You just want to play??&lt;br /&gt;Grave Digger: Yes!  I want to get up and plaaaaaaaaaay!  In the plaaaaaaaayroom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Sorry Grave Digger, it's time to go to sleep now.  You can play in the playroom in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grave Digger: But I love to plaaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It probably isn't really funny unless you were there, but I wanted to write it down before I forgot it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1076652088332036316?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1076652088332036316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/10/grave-digger-speaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1076652088332036316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1076652088332036316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/10/grave-digger-speaks.html' title='Grave Digger Speaks'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-415068709289887089</id><published>2011-04-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:47:36.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Potty Training Tease</title><content type='html'>Sammy is obsessed with the potty since Harmon goes, so I put her on before bath each night.  This morning she asked to go, and actually peed!  Maybe it will be easy... haha right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-415068709289887089?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/415068709289887089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/early-potty-training-tease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/415068709289887089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/415068709289887089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/early-potty-training-tease.html' title='Early Potty Training Tease'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6927696979844847800</id><published>2011-04-06T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:23:09.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmon Says</title><content type='html'>Today while "reading" his own Book of Mormon Harmon said to me: Everybody obey the God! Amen Harmon, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6927696979844847800?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6927696979844847800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/harmon-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6927696979844847800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6927696979844847800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/harmon-says.html' title='Harmon Says'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-7007811741772354615</id><published>2011-03-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:13:40.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy Says</title><content type='html'>Poor second child, I never write down all the cool stuff she does.  But here are the things she says right now at 15 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;all done&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;candy&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;dada&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;br /&gt;Pop (my dad's self-chosen name)&lt;br /&gt;G.G. (for great grandma)&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;kitty&lt;br /&gt;dog (alternately uses 'woof' for dog)&lt;br /&gt;Jo or Jojo (Jordan)&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;ears&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;nose&lt;br /&gt;toes&lt;br /&gt;beep&lt;br /&gt;feet&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;star&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;get it&lt;br /&gt;orange chips (cheese puffs)&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;br /&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;truck&lt;br /&gt;airplane&lt;br /&gt;ball&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;tickle&lt;br /&gt;duck&lt;br /&gt;moon&lt;br /&gt;book&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal noises&lt;br /&gt;cat (meow)&lt;br /&gt;dog (woof)&lt;br /&gt;fish (blub blub)&lt;br /&gt;wolf (howl)&lt;br /&gt;horse (neigh &amp;amp; horsey riding song)&lt;br /&gt;owl (hoo hoo)&lt;br /&gt;cow (moo)&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo, bunny (hop hop)&lt;br /&gt;lion, bear, tiger (roar)&lt;br /&gt;dinosaur (ROARRRR)&lt;br /&gt;donkey (heehaw)&lt;br /&gt;sheep (baa)&lt;br /&gt;goat (maa)&lt;br /&gt;pig (grunt oink noise)&lt;br /&gt;duck (quack-word &amp;amp; noise)&lt;br /&gt;bird (caw caw)&lt;br /&gt;whale (whale noise)&lt;br /&gt;elephant (elephant noise)&lt;br /&gt;turkey (gobble gobble)&lt;br /&gt;gorilla (oooh oooh)&lt;br /&gt;snake (ssssss)&lt;br /&gt;monkey (ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will perhaps add more in the next day or two as I remember them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-7007811741772354615?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7007811741772354615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/sammy-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7007811741772354615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7007811741772354615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/sammy-says.html' title='Sammy Says'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5162948856398936544</id><published>2011-03-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:37:52.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabello!</title><content type='html'>Sammy woke up this morning with some hair.  Her back mullet fuzz had been growing over the past month or so, but it seems that she grew some on top overnight as well.  Maybe she won't be bald forever afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also March 3rd she got teeth #11 &amp;amp; #12, top cainines.  Kind of awesome with 8 teeth on top and 4 on bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5162948856398936544?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5162948856398936544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/cabello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5162948856398936544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5162948856398936544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/cabello.html' title='Cabello!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4255152970911631085</id><published>2010-12-31T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:22:02.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth 9 &amp; 10</title><content type='html'>After months of not producing any teeth, Sammy woke up this morning with two more, the upper right and left first year molars.  Nice work little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since I'm here, here are some words she says so I don't forget:&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;br /&gt;dada&lt;br /&gt;clock&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;yum yum&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is starting to grow a little thicker.  Maybe she will have a mullet by 18 months? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4255152970911631085?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4255152970911631085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/tooth-9-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4255152970911631085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4255152970911631085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/tooth-9-10.html' title='Tooth 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6170733813673288265</id><published>2010-11-08T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:30:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Sammy is now saying: uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;As of today Sammy is walking between things (like the cabinets in the kitchen, a chair and me many steps away, etc.)  She has become obsessed with socks and shoes, and I can't help but wonder if the new walking is due in part to the awesome pink pumas she has been sporting all day.  (Thanks garage sales!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron wanted me to write that Harmon says: "That's funny Dad!" or "That's funny Mom!"  He also is still waking up at least three times a night needing put back into his bed.  Or the floor where he sleeps most of the time because that's where Dad snuggles him.  (Toddler bed too small for Dad.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6170733813673288265?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6170733813673288265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/randoms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6170733813673288265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6170733813673288265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-357388897165814797</id><published>2010-10-26T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:02:15.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the steps</title><content type='html'>so, Aaron posted on the real blog, but just for the ease of my record keeping (hah) Sammy took a good 4-5 steps today between the two of us.  I am quite proud, but sad at how much more babyproofing it will entail.  Does that make me a rude mother?  Probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-357388897165814797?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/357388897165814797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/357388897165814797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/357388897165814797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/steps.html' title='the steps'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3326044341447355173</id><published>2010-10-08T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:05:41.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama!</title><content type='html'>Today during snack time Sammy (finally) quietly said "mamamama"!  Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3326044341447355173?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3326044341447355173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3326044341447355173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3326044341447355173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/mama.html' title='Mama!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6326271316591076909</id><published>2010-09-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:09:15.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Harmon's Teeth</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I happened upon Harmon's two bottom back (2-year-old?) molars poking through.  All of Harmon's baby teeth have now been introduced to his mouth and I hope to write nothing more on the subject until they start to fall out at the appropriate time.  Hallelujah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6326271316591076909?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6326271316591076909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-harmons-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6326271316591076909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6326271316591076909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-harmons-teeth.html' title='End of Harmon&apos;s Teeth'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5785058381037254790</id><published>2010-09-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:07:39.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks</title><content type='html'>Harmon says a lot of things funny. And a lot of funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that ends in -er becomes -et: tiget, digget, papet, cracket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's tickles!" (meaning it tickles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There goes Harmon!" (especially great when shouted exiting Sacrament meeting at church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Babyzilla!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, but obviously I can't remember them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5785058381037254790?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5785058381037254790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5785058381037254790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5785058381037254790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/talks.html' title='Talks'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8395355688804520705</id><published>2010-09-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:46:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Monster</title><content type='html'>So, Aaron already posted this on the "main" blog, but it is worth mentioning that besides thinking she can walk on her own and yesterday pulled herself up to standing on the underside of the high chair (one hand on the leg and the other on the strap) today when I went to get her after her nap she was standing in her crib.  Aaron of course rejoiced while I cried.  Can we just skip the part where she learns to walk to the part were she is coordinated and doesn't break her face open?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8395355688804520705?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8395355688804520705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/standing-monster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8395355688804520705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8395355688804520705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/standing-monster.html' title='Standing Monster'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6622512885854211388</id><published>2010-09-07T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:30:38.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Record</title><content type='html'>Harmon head-butted his lovely sister in the mouth, making her top gums above her teeth.  Bad times had by all.  Feel free to use this against him in the future, Sammy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6622512885854211388?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6622512885854211388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6622512885854211388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6622512885854211388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-record.html' title='For the Record'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3602554234388447698</id><published>2010-08-31T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:43:28.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Tooth #8 for Sammy: bottom right of center finally came in on Sunday.  Maybe now we can have a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon's top 2-year-old molars were found to be mostly in.  Maybe someday he will stop drooling.  He went to the dentist yesterday who assured me that his teeth are ok despite the few serious mouth bashings.  I hope he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon continues to fight going to sleep on his own in his bed.  It takes a ridiculous 45min to put him to bed.  Sammy goes to sleep pretty well but is still waking up every 2-3 hours.  Except when cutting teeth.  Then it's every 45min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy is frustrated because she can't walk.  Instead of practicing her crawling, she gets up on hands and feet and lifts a hand trying to stand up.  This often ends up in a face plant and tears.  Other times she will just squawk because she can't quite pull up on the furniture yet.  Favorite activity?  (Barely) holding your fingers and walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids love outside to the infinite power.  And daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy is eating lots and lots of foods and Harmon is obsessed with pretzels and milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3602554234388447698?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3602554234388447698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3602554234388447698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3602554234388447698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-247925755757579585</id><published>2010-08-09T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:01:25.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Teething</title><content type='html'>All my posts seem to be about teeth.  But that's partially because I thought it was cool in my baby book how my mom had kept track of when all mine came in.  So you know, if I ever get to those baby books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth #6 &amp;amp; #7 appeared today (or late last night? early this morning?) on top left and right of the center teeth.  This means that although the bottom was off to an early lead (3-0!) top has taken the lead by one.  It also means that only 13 more teeth until we can finally sleep.  Oh the humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-247925755757579585?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/247925755757579585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/seriously-teething.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/247925755757579585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/247925755757579585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/seriously-teething.html' title='Seriously Teething'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2534461082621314567</id><published>2010-08-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:44:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate teeth part 17, highly advanced children</title><content type='html'>Esther says I have to write that Sammy waves and therefore she is highly advanced.  Now I wrote it, and if Esther says she is highly advanced I know it must be true, because she is an excellent judge of character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooth #5 came in today, top center left.  A close race though, as teeth #6-8 are close behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2534461082621314567?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2534461082621314567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-teeth-part-17-highly-advanced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2534461082621314567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2534461082621314567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-teeth-part-17-highly-advanced.html' title='I hate teeth part 17, highly advanced children'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-7070285002235901172</id><published>2010-08-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:35:38.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth, beds, potty, etc.</title><content type='html'>Sammy tooth #4 yesterday, top center right.  That makes three for the bottom and one for the top.  Real funny.  Today she is crawling like a champ, which is bad because I am far too tired to chase her/keep her safe.  She still loves to kick her feet and be held facing forward and charm everyone with giant smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon has been using the potty since we went to Montana last week.  Awesome.  Bribery of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt; and marshmallows is w&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;orking&lt;/span&gt; pretty good.  He is also sleeping in a toddler bed, which works pretty well, except at 6am when he comes running out shouting "play cars!!!"  Speaking of speaking, he is a chatterbox who is putting together a lot of words, often using 3 word sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-7070285002235901172?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7070285002235901172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/teeth-beds-potty-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7070285002235901172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7070285002235901172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/teeth-beds-potty-etc.html' title='teeth, beds, potty, etc.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2215325869717619930</id><published>2010-07-22T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:58:03.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch SHOW!</title><content type='html'>I was just messing around on the computer while Harmon played with his cars and he asked "watch show?" I said no and this repeated itself about 10 more times.  Finally he came over, climbed up on the couch, put his face ON mine and said "Watch SHOW!!!!!" and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slimed&lt;/span&gt; me.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2215325869717619930?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2215325869717619930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/07/watch-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2215325869717619930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2215325869717619930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/07/watch-show.html' title='Watch SHOW!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1835306324308113598</id><published>2010-07-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:22:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth &amp; night time wakings</title><content type='html'>Sammy got tooth #3 yesterday, bottom left of center.  That makes three teeth on bottom, and 5 more about to break through any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon woke up the other night at 2am and wouldn't go back to sleep.  Instead he spent time in our bed talking incessantly and about an hour in climbed on Aaron and said "ride Daddy!" and proceeded to attempt to take a horsey ride.  Funny, even at 3am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1835306324308113598?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1835306324308113598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/07/teeth-night-time-wakings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1835306324308113598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1835306324308113598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/07/teeth-night-time-wakings.html' title='teeth &amp; night time wakings'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4374537465856968997</id><published>2010-06-25T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:23:30.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to vacuum.</title><content type='html'>Someone is army crawling.  Mostly one-armed.  But she's on the loose now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same baby daughter is obsessed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;.  Namely bread, pitas, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ritz&lt;/span&gt; crackers.  No thank you baby food mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when she is about to eat she makes an awesome excited gasp noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4374537465856968997?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4374537465856968997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-vacuum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4374537465856968997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4374537465856968997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-vacuum.html' title='Time to vacuum.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5954343379754834804</id><published>2010-06-17T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:22:09.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>1. Sammy's hands are so soft. She has always loved to hold hands (or fingers) and now she likes to rub my hand or arm while being fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Harmon likes to say loudly/yell "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!" when he desires a fruit snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Harmon likes to play in all of Sammy's toys and say "goo goo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Harmon is speaking like crazy, sometimes using two or three words together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Harmon begs/demands toys and treats by using the lethal combination of "share &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pleeeeeease&lt;/span&gt;!" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treattttttttt&lt;/span&gt;!" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tradeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sammy was growling a lot (at things she liked) then stopped, but has started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sammy LOVES herself in the mirror and giggles with extreme delight. Quite taken with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sammy is an ultimate grabber of everything, especially food. She doesn't love mushy foods near as much as she likes super solids like bread and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Both kids can fall asleep in a room together when Harmon wakes Sammy up when he goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Harmon climbs on the many tables in our front room and yells "SIT DOWN!" in either a super high or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;growly&lt;/span&gt; voice. I promise it is nothing like I say it to him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Every night before going to bed Sammy gets kisses from everyone including Harmon who seems quite taken with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Harmon is obsessed with all construction vehicles. Actually all vehicles. But especially diggers and dump trucks and fire trucks and buses. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, all vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sammy loves peek-a-boo with blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Harmon loves a new wooden puzzle and mastered it within 10 minutes (when I thought I was going to be saving the second one for his birthday in 4 months) but played with it for hours anyway, doing it over and over and playing with the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Both kids love being outside. Ridiculously much. And bathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5954343379754834804?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5954343379754834804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/06/randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5954343379754834804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5954343379754834804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/06/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8154131396579810269</id><published>2010-06-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:37:04.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Behind, But Remember...</title><content type='html'>I have a ton of things I have meant to write on here so I don't forget them.  Like how Sammy rolls everywhere and eats big people food like she's starving to death.  But instead of remembering all those I will just write yesterday's happy memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car and I hear Sammy laughing.  I turn around to see what is going on and Harmon is making funny/smiley faces at her.  He makes a face and then she laughs.  SO cute.  I love times like this.  She really loves to watch him, and they seem to be growing closer which is something I didn't expect to happen so young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8154131396579810269?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8154131396579810269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-far-behind-but-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8154131396579810269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8154131396579810269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-far-behind-but-remember.html' title='So Far Behind, But Remember...'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4552421505530197832</id><published>2010-04-16T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:30:44.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut grows teeth.</title><content type='html'>My baby just cut her first two teeth.  Within hours of each other.  Seriously, I felt her gums at 2pm, nothing.  At 3pm there was one tooth, and by 5pm the second one is in.  Both bottom centers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months and 1 day and she's ready for steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think she will just end up crying when she bites her favorite new toy, her feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4552421505530197832?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4552421505530197832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/04/peanut-grows-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4552421505530197832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4552421505530197832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/04/peanut-grows-teeth.html' title='Peanut grows teeth.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-427067450756184490</id><published>2010-04-06T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:32:18.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, I'll get it</title><content type='html'>I was in the front changing Sammy's diaper when I heard Harmon messing around in the kitchen.  We had just read The Great Cookie Thief and he was in there saying "cookie cookie" and I figured there wasn't much out he could get into.  At least no cookies.  I finally get up to see what he is up to (it's too quiet) and he is gnawing on the loaf of homemade bread, saran wrap strewn across the floor.  I suppose he didn't want what we tried to feed him and thought he'd make his own breakfast.  Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Sammy loves her toes and sticking out her tongue.  And Harmon loves climbing into Sammy's crib.  Luckily he hasn't realized that this skill could translate into escaping from his.  Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-427067450756184490?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/427067450756184490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-worry-ill-get-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/427067450756184490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/427067450756184490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-worry-ill-get-it.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, I&apos;ll get it'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8751438012991516438</id><published>2010-03-31T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:47:43.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the Teeth Stop!</title><content type='html'>Harmon's teeth:&lt;br /&gt;3/29 Tooth #13, upper right I tooth&lt;br /&gt;3/30 Tooth #14, lower right I tooth&lt;br /&gt;          Tooth #15, upper left I tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy seems to be suffering quite a lot as well.  But she found her feet, and they are real fun to play with.  I think her bottom two are on their way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8751438012991516438?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8751438012991516438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-teeth-stop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8751438012991516438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8751438012991516438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-teeth-stop.html' title='Make the Teeth Stop!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4852531979160151792</id><published>2010-03-26T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:06:48.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feral Wiggle Worm</title><content type='html'>Sammy makes these noises in the night that Aaron describes as the sounds of a feral animal digging in the underbrush.  They are tapering off the older she gets, which is good because they are loud when in a bed right next to you, but sad because they are pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago she started getting extra wiggly.  One night I had heard her wiggling around in her co-sleeper and when she woke me up to eat I was surprised to find she had turned a full 180.  She continues to be wiggly and it has been funny to see her in all sorts of strange sleeping positions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4852531979160151792?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4852531979160151792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/03/feral-wiggle-worm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4852531979160151792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4852531979160151792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/03/feral-wiggle-worm.html' title='Feral Wiggle Worm'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3464564095997925826</id><published>2010-03-08T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:09:02.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Roll</title><content type='html'>Today I made the wise decision of leaving Sammy on the floor while I went to put Harmon down for a nap.  You know, instead of on top of the counter, the top of the stairs, or the edge of the bed.  Anyway, I was in putting Harmon down and heard her crying quite loud.  I figured she was just mad because she couldn't see anyone in her line of vision, or wanted picked up.  Turns out the almost rolling she has been doing lately has led to the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she is the smiliest ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3464564095997925826?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3464564095997925826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/03/peanut-roll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3464564095997925826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3464564095997925826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/03/peanut-roll.html' title='Peanut Roll'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-360477755740838730</id><published>2010-02-04T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:32:54.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Decide?</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl laughed really loud today.  A good solid laugh, caused by looking at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later she was crying and would not be comforted.  Also caused by looking at my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-360477755740838730?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/360477755740838730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-decide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/360477755740838730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/360477755740838730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-decide.html' title='Can&apos;t Decide?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-7157447867026129374</id><published>2010-01-22T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:18:31.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles &amp; candy</title><content type='html'>peanut now smiles at us.  started around her month mark.  started cooing and smiling yesterday.  harmon seems to be taking to her a lot better.  he will kiss her goodnight and try to help her sometimes when she is sad.  real cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the car trip back from montana aaron had been sharing junior mints with harmon.  at some point aaron put them away in the glove box.  after a bit harmon started fussing and aaron asked "what can I do for you son?" harmon looks at aaron and says "cah?" (candy) and we all bust up laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-7157447867026129374?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7157447867026129374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/01/smiles-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7157447867026129374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7157447867026129374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/01/smiles-candy.html' title='smiles &amp; candy'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3691083524864986218</id><published>2010-01-12T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:46:27.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut by the Pound</title><content type='html'>4 weeks = 10lbs 8oz.  Good job my giant baby girl.  Now please stop grunting and making noises all night long and things will be even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3691083524864986218?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3691083524864986218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/01/peanut-by-pound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3691083524864986218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3691083524864986218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/01/peanut-by-pound.html' title='Peanut by the Pound'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2950147782132482193</id><published>2010-01-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:42:45.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth, Words, Weight, etc.</title><content type='html'>Samantha:&lt;br /&gt;8 days old: 8lbs 11oz&lt;br /&gt;15 days old: 9lbs 1oz, 21.75inches, 36.something cm head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon:&lt;br /&gt;Tooth #12: 12/29/09&lt;br /&gt;Words:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;who is it (slurred)&lt;br /&gt;chair&lt;br /&gt;table (tah)&lt;br /&gt;bath&lt;br /&gt;star (does hand gesture too)&lt;br /&gt;moon (and points)&lt;br /&gt;puh (airplane with pointing, or apple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I gave him crackers he turned to me and said "thanks!"  Normally I will tell him "say thanks to daddy" when he is getting fed, and he will, but this was the first time unprodded.  He also has been playing "telephone" where he will either use his hand or his toy phone and hold it up to his ear and say "hello?"  Lately he will tell you who he is talking to "momo!" but today he said "hello? whoisit? mamama!" while playing with Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new favorite: What does the baby say? "wahwahwah"  What should we do with baby sister Harmon, keep her? "nah" Give her away?!?!? "yeah!" (he's still coming around)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2950147782132482193?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2950147782132482193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/01/tooth-words-weight-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2950147782132482193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2950147782132482193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2010/01/tooth-words-weight-etc.html' title='Tooth, Words, Weight, etc.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3305354765099145047</id><published>2009-12-28T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:50:14.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 and 12 days</title><content type='html'>Sammy: at 8 days old you weighed 8lbs 11oz.  Good eating.  At 12 days you outgrew your newborn sized clothing.  Actually you probably were always too tall, you just happened to keep your legs stretched out at day 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon: at 8 days old you ate an entire pizza by yourself.  At 12 days you tied your shoes.  Or just looked like you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird having an actual baby-looking baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3305354765099145047?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3305354765099145047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-and-12-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3305354765099145047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3305354765099145047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-and-12-days.html' title='8 and 12 days'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1513363443153512302</id><published>2009-12-21T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:07:33.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climber</title><content type='html'>Today Harmon climbed up onto the couch by himself.  Life as we know it is probably over.  Especially since today is the first day I am at home with both kids by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1513363443153512302?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1513363443153512302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/climber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1513363443153512302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1513363443153512302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/climber.html' title='Climber'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2925348786812618252</id><published>2009-12-09T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:23:00.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Womb</title><content type='html'>Having babies so close together gives me the distinct pleasure of comparing the two with a moderately fresh memory. I have been thinking lately about how different Harmon and Baby Niña have been while living on the inside. So here are a few notes for my sake on the difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmon:&lt;br /&gt;-Sick: made me barf, nausea, real tired&lt;br /&gt;-Food: starving, if I didn't eat = throw up, woke up in the night every night to eat, voracious appetite&lt;br /&gt;-Movement: Active, feet placed in upper right rib cage, constantly pushing. You pushed on them, they pushed you right back. A sign of things to come? Surely it was.&lt;br /&gt;-Carrying: Huge. Heavy. Wide. Heavy. Stretch marks on the sides. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Lateness: Very tardy. Two weeks late. Liked what I called "The Oreo Pipeline"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Niña:&lt;br /&gt;-Sick: somewhat nauseous, real tired, but not as tired as H&lt;br /&gt;-Food: it's ok. I'm not starving like last time.&lt;br /&gt;-Movement: Not as active. She was more gentle, but as of late has taken to shoving her butt up in my upper right rib cage. Apparently my upper right rib cage is an awesome place to be. She doesn't fight back, which I am assuming means she will be way more stubborn/into doing her own thing than her brother is willful/likes to do the opposite of what you say.&lt;br /&gt;-Carrying: Moderately huge. Much more out in front. 5 lbs lighter than with Harmon.&lt;br /&gt;-Lateness: who knows when she is supposed to come out. She must be hooked on "The Hot Chocolate IV"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more, but that's all I remember for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2925348786812618252?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2925348786812618252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-womb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2925348786812618252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2925348786812618252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-womb.html' title='In the Womb'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3234763244583509714</id><published>2009-12-04T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:54:05.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth #11</title><content type='html'>12/1: tooth #11 appears as the bottom right molar.  tooth #12 coming soon.  good times had by all (after orajel administered)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3234763244583509714?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3234763244583509714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/tooth-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3234763244583509714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3234763244583509714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/tooth-11.html' title='Tooth #11'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1526879649809066143</id><published>2009-12-01T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:10:10.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth and Trouble</title><content type='html'>Warning, this post will be boring to you, but good for my record keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/19: Tooth #9 top left molar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/20 email to Aaron:&lt;br /&gt;1. Climbed on top of his train to reach the VCR&lt;br /&gt;2. Climbed on top of his two chairs and then layed on them&lt;br /&gt;3. Went down for a nap but then I heard the curtain being pulled&lt;br /&gt;open. Crib moved sides of room.&lt;br /&gt;4. Currently is in the kitchen pulling the clean cookie pans I just&lt;br /&gt;put away out.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gotta go, I hear the candy drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/29: Tooth #10 top right molar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words he loves to say:&lt;br /&gt;-shoes&lt;br /&gt;-boots&lt;br /&gt;-gobble gobble (semi-intelligible)&lt;br /&gt;-go (go go!)&lt;br /&gt;-car&lt;br /&gt;-shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;-up&lt;br /&gt;-animal noises: &lt;br /&gt;  dog: wow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;  monkey: ooh ooh ahh&lt;br /&gt;  dinosaur: raaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;  owl: who who&lt;br /&gt;  turkey: gobble gobble&lt;br /&gt;  elephant: bwooo&lt;br /&gt;  duck: quack quack&lt;br /&gt;  sea lion/otter/whatever: ar ar ar&lt;br /&gt;  bird: ca cah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys he loves: hippo car, dinosaur, balls, cars, books, boats in bath, block towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clapping, patty-cake, twinkle twinkle little star hand motion, tub splashing and swimming, wrestling/pillow-fighting Aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1526879649809066143?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1526879649809066143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/teeth-and-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1526879649809066143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1526879649809066143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/12/teeth-and-trouble.html' title='Teeth and Trouble'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2989302255220348336</id><published>2009-11-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:02:45.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Hungry Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>So Harmon loves books, and currently is into The Very Hungry Caterpillar.  I think he loves it both because he loves to eat and putting your finger in the holes of the food while making a smacking sound is pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he was playing with Aaron's notebook and was making smacking sounds while pretending to draw on it with a pen.  I thought it was funny, but then realized he was putting his fingers in the holes of the notebook, just like the caterpillar.  Aaron and I had a good giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2989302255220348336?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2989302255220348336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-hungry-caterpillar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2989302255220348336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2989302255220348336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-hungry-caterpillar.html' title='Very Hungry Caterpillar'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-140397460283338452</id><published>2009-11-08T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:53:07.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmon: 1, Baby Proofing: 0</title><content type='html'>So Friday Aaron put some latches on the important dangerous cupboards, like the kitchen trash and bathroom with the cleaning products.  The rubber band child proofing just wasn't cutting it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Harmon one day to figure out how to open them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-140397460283338452?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/140397460283338452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/11/harmon-1-baby-proofing-0.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/140397460283338452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/140397460283338452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/11/harmon-1-baby-proofing-0.html' title='Harmon: 1, Baby Proofing: 0'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2329303343965895375</id><published>2009-11-03T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:51:34.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger on the loose</title><content type='html'>Sunday Harmon decided to stand up by himself not holding on to anything.  Then later he took his first real steps.  Now he loves to practice walking several steps at a time.  I have a feeling lots more babyproofing is about to be in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2329303343965895375?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2329303343965895375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/11/danger-on-loose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2329303343965895375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2329303343965895375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/11/danger-on-loose.html' title='Danger on the loose'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1208761330867649442</id><published>2009-10-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:58:25.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What H is up to this month.</title><content type='html'>At a year old here is what he is up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not walking (which is fine by me!)&lt;br /&gt;-Destroying everything with a smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;-Eating everything&lt;br /&gt;-Fighting mom about naps&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with his M&amp;amp;M tin, snapping it together and asking to have it taken apart repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;-Pushing cars around&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing on things&lt;br /&gt;-Growing more painful teeth at the same time&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with the parachute&lt;br /&gt;-Kissing the baby in my belly&lt;br /&gt;-Beating the drum (his tummy)&lt;br /&gt;-Saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cah&lt;/span&gt;" with a grunt for car, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cah&lt;/span&gt;" high pitched for birds (like all the crows around here)&lt;br /&gt;-Loving "Don't let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pigeon&lt;/span&gt; drive the bus" still, and saying "back" the page before the driver comes back&lt;br /&gt;-Loving reading all books&lt;br /&gt;-Loving the bath, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squirting&lt;/span&gt; toys&lt;br /&gt;-Trying to escape to the outside, or persuading Dad to take him&lt;br /&gt;-Checking the mail&lt;br /&gt;-Ripping paper into very tiny pieces, then making sure Mom is watching then shoving it in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other things.  That I may or may not add when I remember them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1208761330867649442?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1208761330867649442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-h-is-up-to-this-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1208761330867649442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1208761330867649442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-h-is-up-to-this-month.html' title='What H is up to this month.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5171537541105035874</id><published>2009-10-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:29:36.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Morning to Remember</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Harmon was still sleeping at 9am.  This is unheard of.  Of course he did wake up around 6:30 and come to our bed, but he showed no signs of waking thereafter.  Lois, Robert, and Kenya were about to leave, so Aaron and I got up to say goodbye, leaving Harmon in our bed to continue his luxurious sleep.  We were all sitting or standing around chatting quietly when all of a sudden we hear a high "uhhh?" which really means "hello, I am awake, please come retrieve me!".  The unusual part was that it was much louder and less muffled than it should have been, and when Robert looked down the hall he saw Harmon who had managed to get down off the bed without a thud or crying (oh, my safety instructions are working!) open the mostly closed door, and was crawling into the hall.  We all had a good laugh, and I wanted to write it down just so I don't forget how funny it was to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5171537541105035874?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5171537541105035874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5171537541105035874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5171537541105035874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-to-remember.html' title='A Morning to Remember'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6127898516430877644</id><published>2009-10-19T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:07:49.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard To Remember</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's hard to remember to enjoy the moments that are quickly passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when your child is fighting you about going to bed, and demands that you break your back bending over his crib to rub his back until he falls asleep 45 minutes after he should already be in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when your child just wants to be held in the store, because the shopping cart isn't so comfy, never mind that you happen to be almost 8 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he won't want me to rub his back.  One day he won't want or need to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember, but it's important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6127898516430877644?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6127898516430877644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-hard-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6127898516430877644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6127898516430877644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-hard-to-remember.html' title='It&apos;s Hard To Remember'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8813550505801502976</id><published>2009-10-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:09:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Word, Painful Teeth, and Toys</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Harmon started saying "catch" pretty clearly during our day long game of throwing and catching his yellow spikey football.  Obviously his love of the game runs deep, because every time I would want to stop playing, he would use his cute new word to lure me back in.  Smart kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got his molars all coming in, I expect the bottom ones to break any day now.  At least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides football, he is into pushing his train around and around the room.  And playing with the big plastic coins from his garage sale piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now he is trying to type and growling "gooooo goooo gahhhhhhhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, yesterday he finally stood by himself for a good 10 seconds.  Someday he may actually think about walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8813550505801502976?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8813550505801502976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-word-painful-teeth-and-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8813550505801502976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8813550505801502976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-word-painful-teeth-and-toys.html' title='New Word, Painful Teeth, and Toys'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2859236930617082830</id><published>2009-09-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:44:27.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turns out I'm the baby</title><content type='html'>Last night when Harmon woke up at 10:15 I went in to settle him back to sleep.  As I was cuddling him in my arms I finally had that feeling.  The one where you think: my baby is not so little anymore, and I'm a bit sad.  And when his baby sister comes, he really won't be the baby at all.  It was bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2859236930617082830?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2859236930617082830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/turns-out-im-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2859236930617082830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2859236930617082830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/turns-out-im-baby.html' title='Turns out I&apos;m the baby'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5224894327737756536</id><published>2009-09-24T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:42:22.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby Niña</title><content type='html'>Baby Niña,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop dancing in my belly every time I lay down.  When I lay down, I am trying to sleep.  You can dance all the rest of the day, I won't even mind if you dance on my bladder.  Your brother's naptime is short enough.  Thanks for your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5224894327737756536?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5224894327737756536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-baby-nina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5224894327737756536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5224894327737756536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-baby-nina.html' title='Dear Baby Niña'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1353424277542857207</id><published>2009-09-15T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:46:19.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Gifts</title><content type='html'>1.  Tooth #8 finally busted through on 9/11/09.  It proceeded to give us several nights of multiple wakings and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A cold, from Harmon to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A fat lip, from Harmon to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Harmon practicing standing on his own a bit.  Falling and crying are sweet gifts from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Baby nina dancing on my bladder non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1353424277542857207?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1353424277542857207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1353424277542857207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1353424277542857207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-gifts.html' title='Sweet Gifts'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-7949422949711549001</id><published>2009-09-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:39:33.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebreaker</title><content type='html'>Harmon seems pretty set on trying to bust his face open this week. Sunday just before church started he was crawling around on the floor and suddenly started crying and looked up and blood was spewing from his mouth. I whisked him off to the kitchen where I rinsed his mouth. He had a nice fat lip and a big cut on the gums right above his two front teeth. He stopped crying pretty quick, but Aaron and I were pretty traumatized. Especially since he kept re-opening it all through church. It looked better later in the day and we decided we'd just keep an eye on it and if it looked bad then we would go to the dentist. It seemed to be healing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he was playing like usual, crawling around, pulling up (successfully) on everything, until he got cocky and was carelessly pulling himself up on the coffee table. It's usually so easy and it seemed he thought he could just use one hand. Turns out he slipped and crashed his face right into the coffee table. Top front teeth. Again. Blood. Again. Lots. Parental freak out, as the crying was pretty intense. After a mouth rinse and a calm down we looked and he has a scab/blood blister under his top two left teeth. It's pretty big. So again we begin to watch it, and maybe go to the dentist. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason babies breaking their teeth out of their head is one of my biggest fears. You know, arms heal, bumps and bruises are fine, but teeth seem to be hard to fix. So I'm nervous, but I'm sure we will get it worked out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-7949422949711549001?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7949422949711549001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebreaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7949422949711549001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/7949422949711549001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebreaker.html' title='Facebreaker'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-9010513474050274135</id><published>2009-09-03T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:34:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Thank You Napping</title><content type='html'>Today I put Harmon down for his morning nap, and as often happens he fussed for a while until I came back in. As I opened the door he was in the middle of pulling himself up on the side of the crib, something he has yet to figure out he can do (despite pulling himself up on EVERYTHING else (like Aaron's leg hair) for the past several weeks). It was so funny that I laughed and Harmon looked up and saw me and stopped fussing and laughed too. We called for Aaron and all had a good laugh. Aaron will be lowering the mattress this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5WWTbmH013GE0zn4-O5kiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_POjxPyRiVrw/SqBQUkiOeLI/AAAAAAAAEnk/8xmXyJ4rV80/s400/DSCN0884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-9010513474050274135?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9010513474050274135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-thank-you-napping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/9010513474050274135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/9010513474050274135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-thank-you-napping.html' title='No Thank You Napping'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_POjxPyRiVrw/SqBQUkiOeLI/AAAAAAAAEnk/8xmXyJ4rV80/s72-c/DSCN0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234876885734460069.post-4164821000731899834</id><published>2009-09-03T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:26:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Tooth Spot</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I noticed a black spot on Harmon's bottom middle tooth/in the gums.  I didn't get a good look at it at first, and assumed it was just food or something.  Later Aaron and I pinned him down and took a better look.  A weird black spot in his gums right below the tooth.  Surely it wasn't rot, because we brush right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the possiblity of damage from the day before when he fell on his face and split his lip (not badly, just enough to notice but not bleed.  Face plants are pretty common these days.)  Aaron and I freaked out at this possibility, and vowed to watch it for a bit then take him to the dentist.  Maybe it was just a blood blister from the fall? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then even later we pinned him down again and I massaged his gums and it came out!  I thought perhaps it was pepper from the corn on the cob Harmon was eating the night before, but Aaron claims it was too big.  That's still my best guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mEfCj_HcXBQZlJUA3C6MhQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_POjxPyRiVrw/SqBQUdkp1sI/AAAAAAAAEnc/axz7lcpVeNs/s400/DSCN0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4164821000731899834?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4164821000731899834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-tooth-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4164821000731899834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4164821000731899834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-tooth-spot.html' title='Black Tooth Spot'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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://lh3.ggpht.com/_POjxPyRiVrw/SqBQUdkp1sI/AAAAAAAAEnc/axz7lcpVeNs/s72-c/DSCN0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234876885734460069.post-4646170638239561595</id><published>2009-08-11T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:21:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling to standing produces tears.  Of parents?</title><content type='html'>Today Harmon was playing in a laundry basket while Aaron and I were eating lunch, and he pulled himself up to standing for the first time.  We both rejoiced while he tipped over, being caught by Aaron right before his face would have met the floor.  We then further rejoiced, almost to the point of our own tears.  We are such freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4646170638239561595?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4646170638239561595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/pulling-to-standing-produces-tears-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4646170638239561595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4646170638239561595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/pulling-to-standing-produces-tears-of.html' title='Pulling to standing produces tears.  Of parents?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1447559886693371526</id><published>2009-08-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:51:17.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Dinner Torture</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I made the unfortunate mistake (just like last week) of going to the grocery store right before dinner. Now as we all know this has dire consequences on the bill, because suddenly everything including that tub of ben and jerry's on sale is necessary instead of possibly quite enjoyable. But I digress. I have heard the trauma and plight of other parents taking their children to the grocery store, the kids begging for things and putting things in their cart, opening packages, etc. But I thought I had a while before this started. You know, at least until Harmon could point or recognize what the Lucky Charms box looks like. I was wrong. The worst part is always the end in the produce section. I put in bananas, he hollers for them. I grab a cantaloupe and it's like I'm pinching him. I put in the holy blueberries and it appears to those around me that I have just smacked my child upside the head for all the screaming he has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lessons learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am grateful my child loves (and can apparently recognize) fruit&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't go to the store before anyone's mealtime, even if they are only 9 months old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1447559886693371526?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1447559886693371526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-dinner-torture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1447559886693371526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1447559886693371526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-dinner-torture.html' title='Pre-Dinner Torture'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2085377495157055609</id><published>2009-08-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:09:04.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Trouble</title><content type='html'>Long Bean is using his skills for evil now.  And when I say skills I mean he still uses his arms locked together to drag his body, but in the back is up on his knees propelling him forward faster than his arms.  It's quite silly really.  But now he is using his skills to crawl through the entertainment center and get to the cords, quickly get to and try to eat plastic grocery bags that have yet to be emptied, and tip over any laundry basket or bin he can get his hands on.  And we love it.  I don't think I've seen parents so excited about their child's destruction.  I will just have to remind myself that when he is destructing and I have another child to tend to as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2085377495157055609?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2085377495157055609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2085377495157055609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2085377495157055609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-trouble.html' title='Here Comes Trouble'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-940967613846030582</id><published>2009-08-01T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:47:14.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the reminder</title><content type='html'>Harmon often reminds me to do things I forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratches me to let me know it's time to cut his nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocks over/kisses/hits with toys the framed pictures leaning against the wall to let me know that 2 1/2 months is long enough to not put them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets poop on his changing pad so I remember to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finds cheerios and pieces of plastic on the floor to help me see it's time to vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a good helper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-940967613846030582?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/940967613846030582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-for-reminder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/940967613846030582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/940967613846030582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-for-reminder.html' title='Thanks for the reminder'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5925075410313039509</id><published>2009-07-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:53:57.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Naked is Not Best</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we spent time at grandmas to use her AC and pool.  It was lovely.  Harmon spent some time naked in the pool and once just before thought it was a good idea to pee all over Aaron.  Then after getting out, he thought it was a good idea to pee on me.  Lastly the night before last we had him naked after swimming in our baby pool in the yard waiting to take a bath.  We had blankets down just in case.  In case happened.  You would think that we would learn that naked H = getting peed on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5925075410313039509?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5925075410313039509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-naked-is-not-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5925075410313039509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5925075410313039509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-naked-is-not-best.html' title='Maybe Naked is Not Best'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8191929318102125456</id><published>2009-07-28T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:18:04.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words...Sort of...</title><content type='html'>Current words Harmon can say when he feels like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;Dada&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;Khhhh (kick)&lt;br /&gt;Baba (banana or any sweet fruit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8191929318102125456?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8191929318102125456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordssort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8191929318102125456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8191929318102125456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordssort-of.html' title='Words...Sort of...'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3373714044810162619</id><published>2009-07-23T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:44:34.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickity Kick Kick</title><content type='html'>Harmon's new favorite game seems to be kicking the ball.  He will even say "kkkkkkk" when you play it with him.  If you bring him to the ball he will move his feet around until he makes contact, but his favorite is when you swing him by the arms to do a monster kick across the room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile little sister is kicking the inside of my belly.  Her 3cm feet aren't hurting me... yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3373714044810162619?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3373714044810162619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/kickity-kick-kick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3373714044810162619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3373714044810162619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/kickity-kick-kick.html' title='Kickity Kick Kick'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1376348747345189137</id><published>2009-07-20T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:12:18.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aaron</title><content type='html'>You wanted to remember this for when Harmon is a teenager and driving you crazy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H taking a bath in very little water, splashing thinking he was swimming all by himself, and army crawling around, managing to stick his finger in the little hook and pull up the drain plug.  His infectious laughter, his big grin, and of course his sweet sweet mullet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1376348747345189137?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1376348747345189137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-aaron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1376348747345189137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1376348747345189137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-aaron.html' title='For Aaron'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6987050621325621334</id><published>2009-07-15T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:24:44.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poo Chair</title><content type='html'>*Gross story alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Harmon has this exersaucer toy that he has never spent much time in. He used to love it when he was first introduced, but as he got bigger he seemed to want to get out as soon as he got in. But for almost the entire time of it's use, he will be in it for a few minutes then decide to get his business done (maybe in a ploy to get free quicker?) So we lovingly say we are going to put him in his poo chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after lunch Aaron changed Harmon's wet diaper and put him in the poo chair. Not to poo, just to be entertained for a few minutes. A very short few minutes later I turned to Aaron and complained about the smell. He looked over at Harmon, said "OHHHHHHHHHHH!" and even though I was thinking he was complaining about the stinking, I looked at Harmon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo everywhere. All over his feet, the bottom part of the exersaucer, legs, etc. He was dancing in his own poo (and looked quite content). We screamed and laughed and then into the bath for Harmon and into the front yard for a hosing and lysoling for the exersaucer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how there was poo ALL OVER but NONE on his onesie, and only a bit on his pants? Aaron claims exemption from changing any more diapers based on the fact that he had just put one on (quite poorly) and there was poo everywhere as a result. Sadly for him he is not so lucky. But he will be sure to make those diapers tighter next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good work Harmon for your second explosion of your life, the first right after you were born. And good job poo chair, you really earned your name today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6987050621325621334?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6987050621325621334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/poo-chair.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6987050621325621334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6987050621325621334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/poo-chair.html' title='The Poo Chair'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1786870750418895979</id><published>2009-07-14T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:20:12.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmon Loves</title><content type='html'>-playing with paper.  especially ripping it.  junk mail days are his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;-screeching like a loud loud eagle.&lt;br /&gt;-making snake sssssss noises.&lt;br /&gt;-turning on and off the dimmer light switches.  regular ones confuse him.&lt;br /&gt;-chewing on the binky he's never liked to suck on.&lt;br /&gt;-blueberries, cherries, strawberries, brown rice cooked in chicken broth, roast beef sandwiches, string cheese, yogurt, cottage cheese, multi-grain cheerios, bread, spaghetti with red sauce, graham crackers, anything his parents have in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;-tags.&lt;br /&gt;-knocking over block towers.&lt;br /&gt;-army crawling for pens or cherries.&lt;br /&gt;-holding the bumble ball on his belly so it shakes him violently.&lt;br /&gt;-going for walks with dad.&lt;br /&gt;-touching plants.&lt;br /&gt;-dogs.  especially when they lick his hands, he laughs a lot.  sick.&lt;br /&gt;-bathing, swimming.&lt;br /&gt;-brushing his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;-wind.&lt;br /&gt;-uncle C.&lt;br /&gt;-not sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1786870750418895979?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1786870750418895979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/harmon-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1786870750418895979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1786870750418895979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/harmon-loves.html' title='Harmon Loves'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4048153126082189860</id><published>2009-07-14T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:01:00.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget, Another tooth</title><content type='html'>Tooth number seven appeared on (early) Saturday morning.  It's the one on the bottom one left of center.  It has been bugging Harmon (all of us!) for a long while, we all rejoiced it's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the baby book: the date was 7/11/09 &lt;br /&gt;(like this will ever make it to the baby book.  so funny.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4048153126082189860?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4048153126082189860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/before-i-forget-another-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4048153126082189860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4048153126082189860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/before-i-forget-another-tooth.html' title='Before I forget, Another tooth'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5382967381248791027</id><published>2009-07-09T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:45:14.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to share</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I suppose since Harmon didn't really know he had a blog, he won't be slighted by the fact that I have already decided to give half of it away to his unborn baby sibling. I just figured that since I am days away from being halfway pregnant, and days away from knowing ALF's gender, I should overtake this blog and turn it into a real mommy blog. That means I not only get to brag about how amazing I think Harmon is, but I can complain about ALF making me uncomfortable and preventing me from sleeping on my stomach and back because ALF is already so stinkin heavy feeling in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, welcome to the newly purposed blog. I hope you enjoy. But if you don't, that's ok, because it's really for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5382967381248791027?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5382967381248791027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-share.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5382967381248791027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5382967381248791027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-share.html' title='Learning to share'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1690596879304490055</id><published>2009-07-07T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:44:03.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, we have movement, I repeat we have movement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock up your cupboards and put your shoes away, this baby is (finally) starting to get around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1690596879304490055?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1690596879304490055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1690596879304490055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1690596879304490055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-230225702651627980</id><published>2009-05-23T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:23:21.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth and Sleep</title><content type='html'>Sometime around Wednesday the 13th top center right tooth broke through.  It has since caught up and perhaps surpassed both fang teeth.  Top center left has been driving us all crazy for a couple of days, mostly Harmon.  I assume it should break through any minute, since we have been able to see it for a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Harmon slept 11 hour straight last night.  And 8 hours the night before that.  And 10 or 11 the night before that.  The first time I didn't sleep much because I was still programmed to get up every hour or two, and had to make sure he wasn't dead.  The last two nights have been successively better for me.  I hope it lasts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-230225702651627980?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/230225702651627980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/teeth-and-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/230225702651627980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/230225702651627980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/teeth-and-sleep.html' title='Teeth and Sleep'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4897828708548266161</id><published>2009-05-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:37:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fang 2</title><content type='html'>One off from center top left is now broken into the mouth.  That's right, two bottom center, and two top each one off center.  Can't wait until they come down/up more.  We shall call him fang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4897828708548266161?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4897828708548266161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/fang-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4897828708548266161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4897828708548266161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/fang-2.html' title='Fang 2'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4222383166880900838</id><published>2009-04-30T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:38:21.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whattttttt?</title><content type='html'>Today appeared another tooth.  On the top.  Not in the middle.  One off the right center tooth.  Is that weird or what?  It seems top right center is probably coming soon.  I hope his whole mouth is not all strangely skewed to the side. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4222383166880900838?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4222383166880900838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/whattttttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4222383166880900838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4222383166880900838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/whattttttt.html' title='Whattttttt?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-4652049502157396181</id><published>2009-04-21T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:22:50.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of solids, trips, and teeth</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday (4/15 for when I need to remember to write it in the baby book) Giant Long Bean's second tooth on the bottom left came back. That's right, it broke through, then went back under the gums again, so weird. But now it's coming out with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he ate the most solid thing he's ever had: a rice rusk which is really just a rice cracker that gets soggy quite quickly. Props to the baby mum mum company for making something so tasteless but yet enjoyable to use your teeth on. Harmon seems to enjoy the biting, a bit stressed by the soggy cracker, but swallows it just fine. Or maybe it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dissolved&lt;/span&gt;. Either way, no choking. Also this week he's had fresh mangoes and loved the taste but not so much the strange texture. Doesn't stop him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Bean hated his long car ride adventure to Montana, Idaho, Idaho, and home. Not true, he loved meeting all his cousins (except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayde&lt;/span&gt;) and seeing Grandparents, Aunts, and Uncles, but being restrained in the car for many hours is not his cup of tea. Can't say I blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting more proficient at giving "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smoochies&lt;/span&gt;" and hugs to selected people. Aunt Lois was the recipient of a sweet hug, the day after he almost ate baby cousin Kenya-I mean kissed her. I will have to get some pictures of that put up. He will give me many slobbery kisses, and sometimes even grace Dad with a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sleep is awful. I won't even go there, as I try to block it from my mind. But he continues to be the happiest kid, who I just adore more and more each day. Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I let a random lady who worked at Costco hold him. I figured he was so heavy I could totally catch her before she ran off with him. Plus she seemed trustworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-4652049502157396181?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4652049502157396181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-solids-trips-and-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4652049502157396181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/4652049502157396181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-solids-trips-and-teeth.html' title='Of solids, trips, and teeth'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-2500712810486567272</id><published>2009-03-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:43:35.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mouth</title><content type='html'>He is way into blowing wet wet raspberries with his lips, sending spit everywhere.  He thinks it's real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also now will give you a kiss 90% of the time when you tell him to give you a smoochy.  And hugs.  But sometimes he thinks that pulling mommy's hair is part of hugging.  It's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-2500712810486567272?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2500712810486567272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2500712810486567272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/2500712810486567272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-mouth.html' title='Magic Mouth'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6088095896575578684</id><published>2009-03-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:46:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Appearing in a Mouth Near You...</title><content type='html'>Tooth number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poking through today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6088095896575578684?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6088095896575578684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-appearing-in-mouth-near-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6088095896575578684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6088095896575578684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-appearing-in-mouth-near-you.html' title='Now Appearing in a Mouth Near You...'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6516418433696960191</id><published>2009-03-18T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:05:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Bear's Thumb</title><content type='html'>Lots of things I always mean to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Long Bean thinks he is a tiger.  Or maybe a bear.  He growls like both.  We mostly refer to him as tiger as the "Sorry Roger, you tiger now" commercial is one of our favorites.  But when he puts on his furry bear suit for cold weather walks, he becomes a griz.  And what is better about the suit is that Esther says he looked like a real bear from behind when I showed up carrying him in my arms last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Today he rediscovered his thumb, and told it he was sorry for neglecting it for several months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  In his exersaucer there is an arch on which you move beads back and forth.  He has decided this use is stupid and instead pulls with all his might to get the arch to his mouth to chew on.  It is not really bendy nor intended to move, but he makes it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  He wakes up unbelieveably happy most mornings.  He didn't get that from me.  But he will smile and hit me in the face and pull my hair and giggle and have a grand old time.  Makes waking up a lot easier for me when someone so sweet and cute is there smiling at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  First tooth continues to make it's way through the gums.  Tooth number two is fighting to get out as hard as it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I can hardly carry him in his carseat.  I will soon have to discontinue use and get a wheelchair for my broken back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Because Aaron has a beard/goatee off and on Harmon will never reach up and grab his face.  Instead he will carefully put his hand out and rub it ever so gently on Aaron's chin or cheek.  It is very cute looking.  I on the other hand never have facial hair and so always get smacked by the not-so-sweet hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Every night when Aaron is putting PJs on, he and Harmon have a battle.  I will often hear Aaron saying "good one" or "well played!" and "I'm victorious".  I think Aaron wins every night because he always manages to get them on, but Harmon enjoys his little victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Harmon always wants what you have.  (like every kid on the planet)  If you have a tv remote and give it to him, he wants the other one you are holding.  If you pull out a not in use keyboard for him to type on, he wants the real one.  If you are talking on the phone, he thinks it's his.  Why does every child on the planet know the difference between real and fake things?  It's magical I tell you, and only going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Along with all the growling Harmon does a lot of screeching.  My screecher creature.  Really high pitched, and often right before or after a low growl.  He is really loving his own voice, and so far so are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more.  But this is more than you wanted to read and it's late.  But it's for me anyway, you just get to read if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6516418433696960191?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6516418433696960191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiger-bears-thumb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6516418433696960191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6516418433696960191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiger-bears-thumb.html' title='Tiger Bear&apos;s Thumb'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1168010635599803562</id><published>2009-03-18T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:54:11.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Potatoes</title><content type='html'>Tried them tonight.  A bit too thick, added water to reduce gag factor.  They weren't super flavorful and so were liked but not loved.  Prunes reigns supreme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1168010635599803562?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1168010635599803562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-potatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1168010635599803562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1168010635599803562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-potatoes.html' title='Sweet Potatoes'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-5341598680439808705</id><published>2009-03-16T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:37:23.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoot!</title><content type='html'>Am I an awful mother because I desire for my child to remain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immobile&lt;/span&gt; as long as possible?  Aaron would have had Harmon crawling at two weeks.  I hope for two years.  Granted I won't be able to lift him soon, but whatever.  I am quite possibly the worst house cleaner, most especially the vacuuming/moping.  I have fears that either I will have to scrub them ASAP or let my child pick up lint balls and eat them like candy.  Both are horrifying choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Long Bean is now an inchworm, combining butt in the air/foot push off with army crawl arms to scoot himself forward.  Aaron practically cried in joy.  I guess I better get to babyproofing a lot sooner than I thought. :P :P :P :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-5341598680439808705?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5341598680439808705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/scoot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5341598680439808705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/5341598680439808705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/scoot.html' title='Scoot!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8035961029730623050</id><published>2009-03-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:38:22.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dientes</title><content type='html'>Harmon spent all last night being in pain and waking up every hour or so.  But then, lo and behold around noon today I peered into his mouth again and there was a tiny hole with a tiny bit of tooth sneaking it's way out.  I would imagine there should be some poking out by morning tomorrow based on the fact that there was nothing except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swolleness&lt;/span&gt; this morning.  Needless to say, we all need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8035961029730623050?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8035961029730623050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/dientes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8035961029730623050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8035961029730623050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/dientes.html' title='Dientes'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3594718134460119172</id><published>2009-03-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:18:28.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>March 3-5 Rice Cereal, enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;March 6-11 Prunes, sour face, great love&lt;br /&gt;March 12 Peas, unhappy face, but wanted more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you requesting to know Long Bean's status of feet: he found them a couple days ago and is a BIG fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3594718134460119172?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3594718134460119172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3594718134460119172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3594718134460119172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-3863998163586764631</id><published>2009-03-11T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:45:51.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roly Poly!</title><content type='html'>Although Long Bean did some rolling REAL early on accident, and then on purpose from front to back to get out of tummy time around valentine's day, today he just nonchalantly rolled from back to front like it was no big thing several times in a row.  Aaron is giddy with delight.  I worry about the long bean moving all over the house like a steamroller.  He is now enjoying tummy time with great delight and sticking his butt up and kicking those legs to scoot forward.  The end is near!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-3863998163586764631?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3863998163586764631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/roly-poly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3863998163586764631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/3863998163586764631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/roly-poly.html' title='Roly Poly!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-8499511893426270263</id><published>2009-03-05T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:06:36.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Routines</title><content type='html'>Long Bean really hates going to sleep.  Just like his mom and most other kids on the planet.  Normally it takes a lot of coaxing (read: milk) to make it happen.  Some days he is on strike against naps.  Lately he has been turning 180s in his little co-sleeper prior to holding still for the night, I suppose mom's breath smells bad or something.  Tonight he got done having his last meal before bed and decided he wasn't tired.  Normally when this happens he goes into his co-sleeper and is forced to entertain himself until he fusses when he is actually ready for me to come put him to sleep.  Tonight he turned 180 and then babbled loudly for 20 minutes before giving me a stare down and promptly turning away and falling right to sleep.  It was ultimately amazing, as this very rarely happens.  Somedays I feel guilty about always having to put my kid to sleep, but then I remind myself that it's my kid and I don't have to let him "cry it out" as my pediatrician recommends.  To each their own right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my giant has been waking up more and more in the night.  Last night I figured out it probably is because he is rolling back and forth and moving his legs straight up into the air and back down in practice for all the rolling he will one day do.  Exercising in my sleep would probably wake me up a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who are keeping tabs (me in the future when I can't remember) he has rolled over front to back about 3 times in the last week or two, but refuses to do so in front of parents, only when left unattended on his playmat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-8499511893426270263?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8499511893426270263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/bedtime-routines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8499511893426270263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/8499511893426270263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/bedtime-routines.html' title='Bedtime Routines'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-1772692070135059491</id><published>2009-03-03T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:31:42.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Bean's First Food</title><content type='html'>Although we let him suck on an apple slice a week or so ago, today he got to try tasty rice cereal.  It was love at first sight.  Please disregard my horrible voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-87e0f874fe275b74" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87e0f874fe275b74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331337104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81D5130069AAC059E924569D2969D17AF1846B43.73C8A1D80F96F1A112C6C2315901F70C5419DEAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87e0f874fe275b74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAlIi3bruIwndg9pu1hCsopWAW18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87e0f874fe275b74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331337104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81D5130069AAC059E924569D2969D17AF1846B43.73C8A1D80F96F1A112C6C2315901F70C5419DEAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87e0f874fe275b74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAlIi3bruIwndg9pu1hCsopWAW18&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-1772692070135059491?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=87e0f874fe275b74&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1772692070135059491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-beans-first-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1772692070135059491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/1772692070135059491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-beans-first-food.html' title='Long Bean&apos;s First Food'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-6464298957231818646</id><published>2009-03-03T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:01:32.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Rough to be Long Bean</title><content type='html'>Sometimes your mom makes you do tummy time so you can roll over more often with stronger arms.  And that is just no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your teeth are trying to come in, all four at once, and that makes you drool and ache like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes your mom tries to make you go back to sleep by patting your back instead of milk, and that is almost the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest part about being Long Bean?  You look like you are 8-9 months old.  That's pretty neat, except when you get near other similar sized babies.  Everyone starts to wonder why you are so slow, not crawling at all, not sitting alone, doing almost nothing that an 8 month old would do.  It's ok Long Bean, we know that you aren't slow.  Just giant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-6464298957231818646?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6464298957231818646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-rough-to-be-long-bean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6464298957231818646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/6464298957231818646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-rough-to-be-long-bean.html' title='It&apos;s Rough to be Long Bean'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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-5234876885734460069.post-265037109691285573</id><published>2009-02-24T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:40:20.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Bean Turns 4 Months</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Long Bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are your stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 17lbs even! (75-90%)&lt;br /&gt;Length: 27 1/4 inches (above 97%)&lt;br /&gt;Head: 44 1/4 cm (90-95%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate poor baby long bean got 3 shots and a vaccine to drink. He did not like it so much. Plus our nurse was not so fast at the shots like last time, so he had more time to scream and contemplate his pain before getting calmed down. But he is a brave long bean and decided to go sans pants for the car ride home to show off his war wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better celebration we intend to feed him some (yuck) delicious rice cereal tonight for the first time. I'm excited to see his reaction, as he has been eyeing our food and grabbing at it for sometime. Last week we had apple slices and let him go to town on one and he was overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron just said "maybe some people think he's so heavy because you feed him too much, but actually he's underweight compared to his height!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Long Bean loves:&lt;br /&gt;Rolling over once last week from front to back and never doing it again just to mess with his parents, milk, chomping on apple slices, waking up more in the night, growing teeth and chewing on everything, drooling, mommy or daddy's finger in his mouth to make sounds, himself in the mirror, tummy time (finally), cuddling, using the diaper wipes only once a week, turning himself around sideways, rubbing his feet on anything to get his socks off, laughing!!!, flirting, jumping, scratching mommy, other babies, singing, the noble duke of york song/game, kicking his legs straight up in the air all night long (maybe to practice for rolling over, maybe just to get the blanket off), being super tall and giant, being naked, baths!!!, trying to watch the tv, and one million other things.  But that's what this blog is for, to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, welcome to Long Bean's new blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234876885734460069-265037109691285573?l=adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/265037109691285573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-bean-turns-4-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/265037109691285573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234876885734460069/posts/default/265037109691285573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresoflongbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-bean-turns-4-months.html' title='Long Bean Turns 4 Months'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09560251216600014049</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></feed>
