<?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-36292180</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:13:51.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newburyport Girl in Connecticut</title><subtitle type='html'>NBPT girl moves to CT, marries yummy man, buys a house, gets a puppy and becomes part of a huge Irish family.  The adventure continues...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-7831916081046138538</id><published>2010-10-15T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:58:16.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=24082786'&gt;&lt;img alt='Untitled' title='Untitled' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjVwTk5RbVRZM3hHYlJhNlhwS0hpVFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=24082786'&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=929390'&gt;madsmom&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href='http://www.polyvore.com/suede_leather_boots/shop?query=suede+leather+boots'&gt;suede leather boots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-7831916081046138538?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7831916081046138538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=7831916081046138538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/7831916081046138538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/7831916081046138538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</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-36292180.post-8846050911725328413</id><published>2008-07-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:05.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjS77Ln0QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aN1VXZ4CgEE/s1600-h/DSCF4338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjS77Ln0QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aN1VXZ4CgEE/s320/DSCF4338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226659294504014082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not get enough of this child. He is his daddy.  His first word was Dada and now he waves hello and goodbye to everyone and everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to go swimming and roll around in the grass and now that he is starting to crawl, he is all over the place. He spends Sunday mornings reading the newspaper with his daddy and shopping with Mommy.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjQs41vJKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qh4lEirofDg/s1600-h/DSCF4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjQs41vJKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qh4lEirofDg/s320/DSCF4235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226656837154055330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "furious" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjRmay8III/AAAAAAAAAIE/GMOPnMNKAKQ/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjRmay8III/AAAAAAAAAIE/GMOPnMNKAKQ/s320/of%3D50,332,442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226657825521672322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjQHQBFsXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g_z14LOBV24/s1600-h/DSCF4483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjQHQBFsXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g_z14LOBV24/s320/DSCF4483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226656190540657010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Sunday paper with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjREFkC0qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FG-n-WbUN10/s1600-h/DSCF4266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjREFkC0qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FG-n-WbUN10/s320/DSCF4266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226657235706499746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming makes him so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjSgTuJQHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5PwXb4Lq5Ws/s1600-h/DSCF4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjSgTuJQHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5PwXb4Lq5Ws/s320/DSCF4317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226658820054925426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjRVEzFUWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sI7bftZKW60/s1600-h/DSCF4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjRVEzFUWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sI7bftZKW60/s320/DSCF4331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226657527558918498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-8846050911725328413?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8846050911725328413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=8846050911725328413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/8846050911725328413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/8846050911725328413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2008/07/eight-months-old.html' title='Eight months old'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SIjS77Ln0QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aN1VXZ4CgEE/s72-c/DSCF4338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-1827709645091150463</id><published>2008-06-09T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:05.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SE1cXf09syI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kcH5k7W_Cvo/s1600-h/DSCF3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SE1cXf09syI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kcH5k7W_Cvo/s320/DSCF3904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209921902687925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad is seven months already.  I am constantly amazed at the changes that this child goes through, the milestones hit and the emerging personality. Some days, he's his Dad, others he's me and then the greatest days, where he shows so much of his own personality that we wonder where he came from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SE1biIEK9oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/T8164hQ8dio/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SE1biIEK9oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/T8164hQ8dio/s320/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209920985776191106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates to nap as he feels he will miss something and always wants to be involved in anything going on around him.  He babbles up a storm and really lets us know when he is awake and ready to play. On Sunday, as Mike walked into the room, Mad looked right at him and said Dada. I will forever be reminded, by Mike, that our son said Dada first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-1827709645091150463?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1827709645091150463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=1827709645091150463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/1827709645091150463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/1827709645091150463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/SE1cXf09syI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kcH5k7W_Cvo/s72-c/DSCF3904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-5600494050762393209</id><published>2008-03-04T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:05.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months old today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R80hfdNKy0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-22-w_GmBzU/s1600-h/DSCF1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R80hfdNKy0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-22-w_GmBzU/s320/DSCF1923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173828371218090818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a big boy now. I have discovered my feet and love to put them in my mouth, along with anything else that I can find. I wake mommy and daddy up by singing in my crib after sleeping through the night and I love my babysitter, Miss Josie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R80hLtNKyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ByBRMtntk8o/s1600-h/DSCF2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R80hLtNKyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ByBRMtntk8o/s320/DSCF2279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173828031915674418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-5600494050762393209?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5600494050762393209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=5600494050762393209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5600494050762393209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5600494050762393209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-months-old-today.html' title='4 months old today'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R80hfdNKy0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-22-w_GmBzU/s72-c/DSCF1923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-1528117523892223039</id><published>2008-01-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:05.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from my "office"</title><content type='html'>My company is allowing me to work from home part time before I go back full time.  I have a whole office set up in our dining room. Maddock spends his mornings working with Mommy and then we play in the afternoons.  After 8 hours of sleep last night he woke up a very happy baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R4OiQc7vwRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NAg3w56TkfE/s1600-h/MY+VIEW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R4OiQc7vwRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NAg3w56TkfE/s320/MY+VIEW.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153140802170372370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-1528117523892223039?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1528117523892223039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=1528117523892223039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/1528117523892223039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/1528117523892223039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/view-from-my-office.html' title='The View from my &quot;office&quot;'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R4OiQc7vwRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NAg3w56TkfE/s72-c/MY+VIEW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-5583426931822188968</id><published>2007-12-10T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:06.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's cold outside..</title><content type='html'>It's been so cold out that Mommy and I haven't been able to get out much so when it was almost 40 degrees on Saturday mom and daddy took me outside for hours.  We had so much fun - I slept the entire time and then for hours after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R114VoLMNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zQ0kDpBm7t0/s1600-h/cold+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R114VoLMNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zQ0kDpBm7t0/s320/cold+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142398662483915954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friends, Kathy and Erica came to see me this weekend and brougt me a new outfit.  Mommy has had me in this thing taking pictures all day.  I have a feeling these are going to come out when I am 20 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R114xILMNMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kvtdq8NvV5E/s1600-h/snowman+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R114xILMNMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kvtdq8NvV5E/s320/snowman+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142399134930318530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R11484LMNNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p7pS0Xj_eBk/s1600-h/snowman+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R11484LMNNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p7pS0Xj_eBk/s320/snowman+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142399336793781458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-5583426931822188968?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5583426931822188968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=5583426931822188968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5583426931822188968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5583426931822188968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s cold outside..'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R114VoLMNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zQ0kDpBm7t0/s72-c/cold+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-4145690955732673194</id><published>2007-12-04T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:06.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays??</title><content type='html'>Our mission today was to take a great picture of Maddy for our holiday card.  I made the mistake of attempting this just before his next feeding - the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R1WsooLMNJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1nxsNM76Mxc/s1600-h/holiday+pic+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R1WsooLMNJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1nxsNM76Mxc/s320/holiday+pic+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140204363692389522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R1Ws3YLMNKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IykGHBpDv1M/s1600-h/holiday+pic+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R1Ws3YLMNKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IykGHBpDv1M/s320/holiday+pic+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140204617095460002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-4145690955732673194?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4145690955732673194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=4145690955732673194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/4145690955732673194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/4145690955732673194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays??'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R1WsooLMNJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1nxsNM76Mxc/s72-c/holiday+pic+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-5510868848414151575</id><published>2007-11-28T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:07.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks old already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R0154hoCGCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xRDNA3Vs3MI/s1600-h/Maddy+3+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R0154hoCGCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xRDNA3Vs3MI/s320/Maddy+3+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137896761905518626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day has been amazing. He has discovered his hands and loves his mobile and swing.  I am in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-5510868848414151575?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5510868848414151575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=5510868848414151575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5510868848414151575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5510868848414151575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/11/three-weeks-old-already.html' title='Three weeks old already'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/R0154hoCGCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xRDNA3Vs3MI/s72-c/Maddy+3+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-2017172296253265324</id><published>2007-11-09T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:07.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScoR7MUxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/djQRoHEVeo4/s1600-h/mad+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScoR7MUxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/djQRoHEVeo4/s320/mad+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130898091302212370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScyx7MUzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_g_M95V09wM/s1600-h/mad+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScyx7MUzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_g_M95V09wM/s320/mad+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130898271690838834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScth7MUyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6agBSX4Y7gE/s1600-h/maddy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScth7MUyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6agBSX4Y7gE/s320/maddy+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130898181496525602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddock Finnian arrived a little early on Sunday, November 4th. After 16 hours of labor and an emergency c-section, he made his appearance at 2:43 in the afternoon weighing in at 8lbs 9oz - not nearly the 10lbs that the doctors had predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days in the hospital we have spent our first full day home and it has been amazing. Daddy had to go to work today but will be home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-2017172296253265324?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2017172296253265324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=2017172296253265324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/2017172296253265324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/2017172296253265324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/11/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s here'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RzScoR7MUxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/djQRoHEVeo4/s72-c/mad+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-6346562789184068103</id><published>2007-10-23T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:54:59.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while since I last posted</title><content type='html'>We have been busy getting ready for Maddock Finnian who will be here soon.  I am 19 days away from my actual due date but we will know more after our ultrasound on Friday.  Maddock has been consistently measuring 2 weeks ahead and his last ultrasound had him in the 97th percentile or 1 full pound over your average baby.  We find out friday if I will be giving birth to a Thanksgiving turkey via c-section or just an oven stuffer naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post nursery and belly pictures this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-6346562789184068103?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6346562789184068103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=6346562789184068103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/6346562789184068103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/6346562789184068103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while-since-i-last-posted.html' title='It&apos;s been a while since I last posted'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</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-36292180.post-7581305812023193109</id><published>2007-06-17T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:08.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big baby weekend</title><content type='html'>Now that we know it's a boy we are in full nursery decorating mode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the bedding, ordered the furniture and started a registry. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTNnLLS2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/F0fdNeOgS0g/s1600-h/nursery+design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTNnLLS2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/F0fdNeOgS0g/s320/nursery+design.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077196385737722722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTeXLLS3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/S-sOXeDBKu8/s1600-h/Crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTeXLLS3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/S-sOXeDBKu8/s320/Crib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077196673500531570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registering was an all day process, despite my intensive research, spreadsheet and detailed list. Mike was like a kid in a candy store - zapping everything and anything he liked. He disappeared with the gun and wouldn't tell me what he had added to the list. When we got home, I logged into the registry to find a bag of Famous Amos cookies at the end of the registry. It will be interesting to see how many bags of cookies he ends up getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTvnLLS4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bQBql1DV6J8/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTvnLLS4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bQBql1DV6J8/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077196969853275010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stroller is in and I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXSJXLLS1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/yQKF7H0s_Dk/s1600-h/stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXSJXLLS1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/yQKF7H0s_Dk/s320/stroller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077195213211650898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, having such a cute stroller will make me want to get out there and walk off the baby weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is dancing around like a maniac. His favorite time to boogie is when mommy is trying to sleep. Most mothers that I know have told me that feeling the baby is the most amazing thing in the world. While I do think it's pretty cool that I can feel him, it feels like an alien has invaded my body and I am terrified of how this kid is going to get out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am starting to show, I will start posting belly pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-7581305812023193109?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7581305812023193109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=7581305812023193109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/7581305812023193109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/7581305812023193109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-baby-weekend.html' title='Big baby weekend'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RnXTNnLLS2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/F0fdNeOgS0g/s72-c/nursery+design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-3454387376854920267</id><published>2007-06-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:09.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/Rm7L8HLLSvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yAMIEszUSFQ/s1600-h/New+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/Rm7L8HLLSvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yAMIEszUSFQ/s320/New+Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075218063671642866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went this morning for the 18 week ultrasound and found out that we are having a little boy.  He's just like his dad already, blocking his face when the u/s tech was trying to get a profile and then dancing around so they couldn't get the measurements.  The appointment was supposed to take 45 minutes, we were there for over an hour.  He seems to have even more energy for dancing than he did at the 12 week u/s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-3454387376854920267?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3454387376854920267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=3454387376854920267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/3454387376854920267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/3454387376854920267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!!!'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/Rm7L8HLLSvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yAMIEszUSFQ/s72-c/New+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-5095835469342276719</id><published>2007-04-30T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:12:12.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky number 13 has arrived</title><content type='html'>Peyton Alexis was born on Sunday, April 29th at 8:15 am. She is the smallest of my sister's babies weighing in at 9lbs 8oz. She joins her brothers, Tyler and Dylan and the 10 other nieces and nephews on our holiday list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a single month that does not have at least one family member's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-5095835469342276719?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5095835469342276719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=5095835469342276719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5095835469342276719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/5095835469342276719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/04/lucky-number-13-has-arrived.html' title='Lucky number 13 has arrived'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</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-36292180.post-6425694228000181430</id><published>2007-04-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:09.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone remember the dancing baby in Ally McBeal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RjiYa8KXzKI/AAAAAAAAADw/8RsiMzEFqhg/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059961769944403106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RjiYa8KXzKI/AAAAAAAAADw/8RsiMzEFqhg/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's exactly what the bean looked like at our latest ultrasound. Mike was in awe at how much the baby was moving and everytime the Dr. would try and take a measurement, the bean would move his/her hands in the air (like he just didn't care). The dr. said that it looked like he was moving to the beat of my heart. So cute. Will post pics as soon as I get my scanner up and running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike jokes that he/she looks like they are going fishing in this picture, the feet are resting comfortably on the womb and the hand are on his/her belly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-6425694228000181430?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6425694228000181430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=6425694228000181430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/6425694228000181430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/6425694228000181430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/04/anyone-remember-dancing-baby-in-ally.html' title='Anyone remember the dancing baby in Ally McBeal?'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RjiYa8KXzKI/AAAAAAAAADw/8RsiMzEFqhg/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-1301498230166832861</id><published>2007-03-27T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:09.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not only is David Yurman my best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RgkQb-3ZLEI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6HIGE3UOEk/s1600-h/ULTRASOUND.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046582930363198530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RgkQb-3ZLEI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6HIGE3UOEk/s320/ULTRASOUND.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's also my lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After over two years of trying to have a baby, countless invasive tests and being told that we would not conceive without medical intervention we created our own little miracle!! On our own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beanster bean is due on Noveber 10, 2007. We have already had two ultrasounds which both showed strong heartbeats and perfect size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait to meet our litte bean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-1301498230166832861?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1301498230166832861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=1301498230166832861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/1301498230166832861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/1301498230166832861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-only-is-david-yurman-my-best-friend.html' title='Not only is David Yurman my best friend...'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RgkQb-3ZLEI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6HIGE3UOEk/s72-c/ULTRASOUND.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-2397087884359454019</id><published>2007-02-14T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:18:08.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Yurman is my new best friend..</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to a beautiful David Yurman bracelet sitting on my pillow and two inches of ice on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my mind off of skidding down the street by staring at my shiny new bracelet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-2397087884359454019?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2397087884359454019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=2397087884359454019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/2397087884359454019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/2397087884359454019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2007/02/david-yurman-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title='David Yurman is my new best friend..'/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</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-36292180.post-7085743240864144080</id><published>2006-12-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:15:09.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RYAxY6CBKzI/AAAAAAAAADY/DarqeCOjURI/s1600-h/Seamus+at+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008057089600334642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RYAxY6CBKzI/AAAAAAAAADY/DarqeCOjURI/s320/Seamus+at+christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, the house is clean the laundry is done. The only thing left, Christmas Shopping. I need to return three sweaters that I picked up for Mike. Why does he have to be 6’6”? Why can’t it be easy to pick up a few things for him? I return the sweaters and get cash, out of the corner of my eye I spot a great pair of Kenneth Cole boots. I could really use another pair of brown boots, I mean the heals are different than my others as is the toe – perfect. Technically the money was already spent, right? 1 present for me – 0 for anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the mall, Macy’s is first for my mom’s Origins face cream. They are having a special, buy this, get that for half off. I have never tried Origins but at this price, it must be a sign that this is the skincare product for me. 2 presents for me – 1 for people on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is women’s clothing section, there’s got to be a nice sweater for my pregnant sister right? Oohh, cashmere, it’s on sale, I have the coupon from the paper and if I use my card it’s an addition 15% off. So soft, so pretty, wow this would look great with my grey cropped pants. 3 presents for me – 2 for people on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, those wool coats look nice, maybe Mike’s mom would like one of those. But what size is she? Wow, the gray coat that I have been eyeing for months is 50% off, plus my coupon!! How can I resist? It’s really a bargain, right? 4 presents for me – still 2 for people on the list &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to the kids section which just happens to be right beside the bedding section, which just happens to be beside the rest of the home section. Don’t look, just keep walking. Oh no, there’s the bedding that I want, it will look perfect in the new bedroom. It’s on sale! Keep walking, you are here to buy gifts for others. Keep walking. Into the baby section I go. So many kids to buy for, babies never know what you got them and it’s always so fun to put an outfit together – no matter what size. Let’s get the boy overwith, such a cute little pair of paints, and look there’s a sweater that will look perfect, but a shirt is needed to finish the outfit. Ok he’s done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun, the girls outfits. I pick a corner of the department and just start piling clothes that will make three outfits. So cute, little cardigans, tiny khaki pants, adorable jeans with little butterflies. An hour later, I have three complete outfits, but what if they don’t like them? Should I get two for each and let the mother’s choose? No, I have faith in my taste, they will look adorable. Finally the tables have turned 4 presents for me – 6 for people on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to JCrew. I need gift cards for two of the older girls. I will go straight to the register, buy the gift cards and be on my way. No stopping to check out the fabulous riding boots that I really want, no looking in the men’s section – although, I should really replace the sweaters that I returned for Mike. Ok, one peak in the men’s section. Only problem – I have to walk through the women’s section to get to the men’s. I brush against a table of the softest sweaters I have ever felt in my life. I don’t have this one, in this color. Ok just one for me. I made it through the women’s section. Now for Mike, here’s a sweater that he will like and it looks like it will fit him – must get. Feeling the pull of the back wall, full of shoes, I make my way to the register. 5 presents for me – 1 for Mike and 8 for people on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to think it’s time to leave the mall. But just across the bridge is a sign, Christmas Sale – Banana Republic. Must. Walk. Away. Must. Get. Out. Of. Mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the blinders on and make my way back through the mall, back into Macy’s and out to the parking lot. But where’s the car? I could have sworn I parked by the perfume entrance with the Snoopy’s by the door. I go back inside, there are three doors with perfume counters and Snoopys by the door!! What does Snoopy have to do with Macy’s anyway? I make my way to the “East Entrance”. Who brings a compass to the mall? Unless the sun is rising I can’t tell which way is East. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bags are getting really heavy, my feet are starting to hurt and I am so thirsty? What is it about the mall that always makes me so thirsty? And if I know that I always get thirsty in the mall why don’t I stop to buy a drink on my way through? Ok, don’t panic, the car is somewhere in the lot, maybe I can find a security person in a golf cart to drive me around right? It’s what those carts are for, right? I could call Mike and have him come get me, it’s really not that far. But then I would get that “oh honey, what have you done now” look and I would never really live it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wandering through the parking lot in three inch heels, which seemed like such a great idea because I was really just going out to return sweaters and maybe pick up a couple of gifts and they really finished the outfit off nicely. Oh the pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this red panic button on my car alarm thingy is? Maybe it will call the police and they will be able to find me, maybe it’s some sort of lo-jack thing. I hit the button and the car two spaces down from me starts wailing. I found it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get all of these presents for me into my closet without Mike noticing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-7085743240864144080?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7085743240864144080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=7085743240864144080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/7085743240864144080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/7085743240864144080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-beautiful-sunday-afternoon-house-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8krVEjFQpFo/RYAxY6CBKzI/AAAAAAAAADY/DarqeCOjURI/s72-c/Seamus+at+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36292180.post-116128270821100758</id><published>2006-10-19T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:31:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4621/4053/1600/sunrise%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4621/4053/320/sunrise%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love autumn in New England. I took this picture on Monday, October 16th as we were leaving for work.  There was a chill in the air, I had on a great little fall outfit and we were on our way to get coffee.  Perfect fall morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36292180-116128270821100758?l=nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/feeds/116128270821100758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36292180&amp;postID=116128270821100758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/116128270821100758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36292180/posts/default/116128270821100758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbptgirlinct.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-autumn-in-new-england.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979490565056891602</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></feed>
