tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44757854655588539982024-03-13T19:43:47.472-07:00Gia's GurglesWhat she does may not make the daily headlines, but those that enjoy Gia's Gurgles are truly blessed!Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.comBlogger359125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-21743431746798221072011-12-02T14:34:00.001-08:002011-12-02T14:34:40.594-08:00Adidas<script src="http://video.unrulymedia.com/wildfire_60081643.js" type="text/javascript">
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<em>Hunter Hunter Original Tote</em><br />
<em>A classic natural rubber tote from Hunter with leather-trimmed handles and signature logo stitching detail. </em><br />
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Ok, a) how amazingly cute, preppy and WASP-y is this bag and b) it is RUBBER. I read this as a win-win-win for the horrificly neccesity of a diaper bag. Thank you Hunter. Thank you.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-4924205605588874482011-01-11T09:17:00.000-08:002011-01-11T09:17:04.014-08:00Tonia, this is for you.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That being said, I am freaked out. Nothing that every other mother on the planet hasn't had, but all the same it is my freak out. <br />
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We move all the time. We have no family and start every move with no real friends. Thus, we three T's? Are a tight knit three. G has been everywhere, done everything with us. She is our light. Our joy. She is glue. She makes her mom and her dad better people. Much. Better. People.<br />
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She is so much like me. Read: loves and needs attention. Tons of it. Attention to the point where Ralph and I and all of her teachers are exhausted at the end of the day. In a jubilant, good way. But all the same, it is a full time job. Which oh yeah, RT and I have two of those...too.<br />
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So how am I going to do it? How am I going to be the best mom to G and the best mom to Baby T? <br /><br />My heart is pounding out of my chest right now. POUNDING.<br />
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Oh, and I am anti induction because of my huge fear of a c section. So what if my body never progresses and I never see my waist again?<br />
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Hello hormones. You are so much fun.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-64838030002339393132011-01-10T14:32:00.000-08:002011-01-10T14:32:57.417-08:00Affirmations and actualization.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In April it will be two years since I bid corporate America good bye. It has been a strange and wild ride, but it seems that I have finally hit the stride that I was looking for. I work with major corporations and work with amazing people and have found something that I am incredibly passionate and excited about. While every "job" has its ups and downs I honestly love what I do.<br />
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It brings me back to a conversation I had with my dear friend Kari sitting in the guest room of our house in Simi Valley. It was about Living the life you love and loving the life you live. At that point in time, my marriage was a work in progress (but when is it not), we were moving to Sacramento (a city I had never been to), transferring to another media job (where in my current media job I was leaving my house at 4:30 every morning and getting home around 4pm to miss my little girl) and pretty much I was not really loving life. I wasn't really doing anything to ensure that I was loving life.<br />
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Then I was faced with a decision. Stay with the very comfortable corporate gig or, look elsewhere. I looked elsewhere. It took me a while, but I found the answer. I had to sell lawn services, alarms door to door, a product that was a little confusing and incredibly hard to sell before I found it. But I have it. And everyday it seems to get better.<br />
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So the other day I bought this necklace for myself. In my pregnancy induced hormone frenzy I found myself slobbering mess and I just had to have it. And I love it. Just like the life I live.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-27019486869510044852010-12-31T23:43:00.000-08:002010-12-31T23:43:00.299-08:002011. Bring it.<br />
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I am filled with hope, excitement and anxiety as we embark on 2011. 2010 has been a really amazing year. It has been a year of strength, stability, exploration and joy that leaves me full to the brim. That is pretty amazing when you read the headlines of the year. <br />
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And here we are in the shadow of the ball about to ring in 2011.<br />
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So much is coming that is great. Most of all the newest addition to our family. I stand hand in hand with my support system from both a personal and professional standpoint and look ahead. Clearly anticipating greatness, knowing change is upon us and energized about the unknown.<br />
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Thank you 2010. You have been fantastic. I am confident that 2011 is better. Because really it is all about what we chose to make it anyways, right?<br />
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After twenty minutes of Christmas Eve mass (G became lethargic due to her super high fever) and our time in the emergency room, we came home and went to bed. Then low and behold a large man in a red velvet suit came down our chimney to visit. He brought Gia a train and hot chocolate. Unfortunately, he did not stay to cook. Maybe next year old man.<br />
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Stockings were hung, cookies eaten and children healing. All is right with the world when you get to be a parent on Christmas eve/morning.<br />
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And this is what happens when the non analytical parent (me) gets put in charge of creating a train maze. Santa leaves the extra pieces behind. I like the way that man thinks. Let the kid problem solve. He is getting up there in age.<br />
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And the little one didn't even notice. Sweet girl was giddy with delight. We cut Christmas in half this year and she was still overwhelmed with all of the presents that she had. Next year we are doing fewer gifts and more giving.<br />
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Prior to our excursion to the emergency room (Gia had a UTI and a 103 fever- on Christmas Eve. You go to the e-room), we headed to do some sledding on Christmas Eve. We know how to roll here in the T world...a bucket of chicken, a bag of Dorito's and some snow. We are set for a perfect Christmas Eve day. <br />
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We (ahem, Ralph and G) built a frosty. Which Gia promptly kicked over. Gia fell on her head and made a goose egg. There were smiles, laughs, tears and a bit of fit throwing. I did a whole lot of picture taking and sitting on the other sled.<br />
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Here is Ralph having Gia talk to him on his Flip. He got that crazy thing on Woot and I think he has died and gone to heaven. Now if we were only patient enough to upload it all to YouTube.<br />
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We ended the day with snow angels. Again, to clarify. 38 weeks was not participating in snow angels. Which is kind of a shame becuase that would have made for some sweet pics. And trouble I am sure. Hope that your Christmas Eve was fantastic.</div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-66627348121686067152010-12-29T20:35:00.000-08:002010-12-29T20:35:46.666-08:00Rice Krispie train.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TRwKL2ufHGI/AAAAAAAAwH8/GUBEbvrLp_c/s1600/DSC09217.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TRwKL2ufHGI/AAAAAAAAwH8/GUBEbvrLp_c/s400/DSC09217.JPG" /></a> </div>Christmas Eve, Eve, Gia and I decided to make our Rice Krispie Treat train. I had bought this kit at Michael's and thought it would be an easy hit. And sure enough, it was.<br />
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And here is where mom goes and jumps on three conference calls while Gia makes a Christmas themed candy necklace. Super entertaining and gave me the time to do what I needed to do.</div><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TRwLT7LJObI/AAAAAAAAwJE/SaGwcQWzg4Y/s1600/DSC09234.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TRwLT7LJObI/AAAAAAAAwJE/SaGwcQWzg4Y/s400/DSC09234.JPG" /></a> </div>Dad helped her decorate the "Rice Krispie Balls" while I wrapped things up. We then proceeded on to the train. Chug a chug a choo choo!<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TRwLUEZQlZI/AAAAAAAAwJU/CpMz3ONzbS4/s1600/DSC09237.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TRwLUEZQlZI/AAAAAAAAwJU/CpMz3ONzbS4/s400/DSC09237.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Super fun and I think we will be doing this again and again (the mold is reusable....SCORE)</div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-8053254887464741282010-12-22T07:58:00.000-08:002010-12-22T07:58:00.916-08:00Big girl getting ready.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcVoBQ4TDI/AAAAAAAAvrg/_j2NZjbX5-w/s1600/DSC09216.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcVoBQ4TDI/AAAAAAAAvrg/_j2NZjbX5-w/s400/DSC09216.JPG" /></a> </div>The last time we took a small trip to San Francisco we stayed in a room that had the perfect set up for our little fashionista. Literally, the highlight of the trip was the time she spent staring, playing, creating, make upping and living in the bathroom. Pretty sure she would die is we could some how remodel her much more spacious bathroom to something of this fashion...for now. <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-88821872672088242842010-12-20T08:49:00.000-08:002010-12-20T08:49:00.385-08:00Ice skating.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTm2Q7RLI/AAAAAAAAvqY/Xl8L3pEKiUA/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTm2Q7RLI/AAAAAAAAvqY/Xl8L3pEKiUA/s400/IMG_1870.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTnJ0TJvI/AAAAAAAAvqg/MWUuMAet5vk/s1600/IMG_1874.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTnJ0TJvI/AAAAAAAAvqg/MWUuMAet5vk/s400/IMG_1874.JPG" /></a> </div>These two sweet hearts went ice skating. No one had to go to the emergency room, but we did leave with an ice pack.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTnTatw-I/AAAAAAAAvqo/cpx5EcgY92g/s1600/IMG_1879.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTnTatw-I/AAAAAAAAvqo/cpx5EcgY92g/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTnuvJ6BI/AAAAAAAAvqw/Qw3NJ6jGKrM/s1600/IMG_1883.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTnuvJ6BI/AAAAAAAAvqw/Qw3NJ6jGKrM/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTun9AnPI/AAAAAAAAvq4/qryxBwyR8_Y/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTun9AnPI/AAAAAAAAvq4/qryxBwyR8_Y/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" /></a> </div>Not quite sure if the skating was more fun or thinking that she was wearing some sort of high heel shoe. Either way, she loved it.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTuzaXnQI/AAAAAAAAvrA/BqKtir6PUcc/s1600/IMG_1890.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTuzaXnQI/AAAAAAAAvrA/BqKtir6PUcc/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTuwu_1xI/AAAAAAAAvrI/S8sCwnoRa0c/s1600/IMG_1891.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTuwu_1xI/AAAAAAAAvrI/S8sCwnoRa0c/s400/IMG_1891.JPG" /></a> </div>And Ralph loved every minute of helping her learn to skate. Super fun to watch. Slightly jealous that I could not get out there and show off my "Toe Pick" (name that movie) action.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTvJqJmrI/AAAAAAAAvrQ/7XQuk8rsWqI/s1600/IMG_1895.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcTvJqJmrI/AAAAAAAAvrQ/7XQuk8rsWqI/s400/IMG_1895.JPG" /></a> </div></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-90281316887134397622010-12-17T10:47:00.000-08:002010-12-17T10:47:00.381-08:00Santa...we know him!!!!!!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcS_8YOCBI/AAAAAAAAvqE/llw3xtQKLfg/s1600/Gia%2Band%2BJace%2BSanta.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcS_8YOCBI/AAAAAAAAvqE/llw3xtQKLfg/s400/Gia%2Band%2BJace%2BSanta.jpg" /></a> </div><br />We went to San Francisco and met with Jace for our annual cousins visit to Santa. Gia asked again this year for Hot Chocolate. Getting two toddlers (Gia is still a toddler to me) is more difficult than one would expect. Santa looks pretty good from this angle. Up close? He wears Uggs and is a serious long term smoker. But his beard is real. Really, really, really, real.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-65851735548397825802010-12-16T22:51:00.001-08:002010-12-16T22:51:29.176-08:00Christmas frenzy.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQsIcXnYfUI/AAAAAAAAvtI/0Tfe_ABQYaQ/s1600/IMAG0121-789177.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQsIcXnYfUI/AAAAAAAAvtI/0Tfe_ABQYaQ/s400/IMAG0121-789177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551540249132825922" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQsIdClHAGI/AAAAAAAAvtQ/JLXL03Z3Y30/s1600/IMAG0092-791949.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQsIdClHAGI/AAAAAAAAvtQ/JLXL03Z3Y30/s400/IMAG0092-791949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551540260666015842" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQsIdXeEaMI/AAAAAAAAvtY/zhJtU-2Zrfc/s1600/IMAG0122-793260.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQsIdXeEaMI/AAAAAAAAvtY/zhJtU-2Zrfc/s400/IMAG0122-793260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551540266273630402" /></a></p><p><br> Gia and I have been feverishly baking, creating and caroling. I am thrilled it is Christmas time. Exhausted, but thrilled.</p> Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-6591862482179646692010-12-15T22:35:00.000-08:002010-12-15T22:35:00.207-08:00New York City.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQVW9_ieI/AAAAAAAAvok/f5y2iPX2Im0/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQVW9_ieI/AAAAAAAAvok/f5y2iPX2Im0/s400/IMG_1760.JPG" /></a> </div>A few weeks ago, Ralph and I dropped off our ever growing football (the G, we decided to keep Baby T with us on this trip- simply for logistical reasons) off in Houston and after a delicious but comical (think two old people singing Kenny Rogers- Michael Bolton style in a smoky Mexican restaurant) dinner with my parents and the G boarded a plane and headed to the Big Apple.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQVvasItI/AAAAAAAAvos/fHDcXjPBqtE/s1600/IMG_1764.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQVvasItI/AAAAAAAAvos/fHDcXjPBqtE/s400/IMG_1764.JPG" /></a> </div>Originally we were going to Miami. But seriously, who wants to see the backside of a thirty some odd week pregnant woman. Certainly not the thirty some odd week pregnant woman. So we went to NYC. Where in theory you can wear leggings and tights and scarfs and coats.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQWLUW13I/AAAAAAAAvo0/QLJGMy1IlmQ/s1600/IMG_1772.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQWLUW13I/AAAAAAAAvo0/QLJGMy1IlmQ/s400/IMG_1772.JPG" /></a> </div>We stayed in two separate places on Wall Street and they both had awesomeness. If you are looking for the most amazing experience go to the Hotel Andez. If you want some chilling views of Ground Zero, head the the Millennium.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQWBxHRUI/AAAAAAAAvo8/Tzm62Tio2fI/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcQWBxHRUI/AAAAAAAAvo8/Tzm62Tio2fI/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" /></a> </div>We walked the Brooklyn Bridge, ate, ate and ate some more. Watched a fight at Jay-Z's club, had lunch with dear friends and discovered Eataly. <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRDrEB5HI/AAAAAAAAvpM/lKF4bL_DTZo/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRDrEB5HI/AAAAAAAAvpM/lKF4bL_DTZo/s400/IMG_1787.JPG" /></a> </div>Don't ever go to the 40-40 club to be wowed. RT wants to have a bromance with Jay-Z and made sure preggers had a place to sit.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRDzhyECI/AAAAAAAAvpU/RIbv8wwq_YE/s1600/IMG_1790.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRDzhyECI/AAAAAAAAvpU/RIbv8wwq_YE/s400/IMG_1790.JPG" /></a> </div>View from our second hotel room. Creepy beyond belief. I just kept thinking about what the occupant on 9.11 must have been thinking.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcREMPBn-I/AAAAAAAAvpc/Bl2Hh-k9mag/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcREMPBn-I/AAAAAAAAvpc/Bl2Hh-k9mag/s400/IMG_1808.JPG" /></a> </div>Walking to Eataly. It was such an amazing day. The weather was unseasonably warm, sunny and delicious.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcREWR9uSI/AAAAAAAAvpk/u82nXIFztLc/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcREWR9uSI/AAAAAAAAvpk/u82nXIFztLc/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRsjpoorI/AAAAAAAAvps/FMGYP6pBqdQ/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRsjpoorI/AAAAAAAAvps/FMGYP6pBqdQ/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" /></a> </div>Brianne and I. It was such a treat to connect. We have not seen each other since our wedding. CRAZY. It can not be that long until our next meeting.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRs-jzh2I/AAAAAAAAvp0/CRtc-iCxmtA/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRs-jzh2I/AAAAAAAAvp0/CRtc-iCxmtA/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRtIF9N-I/AAAAAAAAvp8/SJnEzCeKo68/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcRtIF9N-I/AAAAAAAAvp8/SJnEzCeKo68/s400/IMG_1832.JPG" /></a> </div>Next year we plan on tossing the Baby T football and taking Miss G to NYC for her first time. I think she can hack it. The city that never sleeps seems like it is her kind of town. <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-84978483770186891832010-12-15T12:20:00.000-08:002010-12-15T12:21:14.719-08:00Teacher gifts. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQki1voms3I/AAAAAAAAvs8/PheXwZFFfTY/s1600/teachergifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="238" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQki1voms3I/AAAAAAAAvs8/PheXwZFFfTY/s400/teachergifts.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ridiculously fast and easy.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Gia has some super fantastic teachers. Some of them are serious saints. SAINTS I tell you. I wanted to do something fun but when there are six you don't want to break the bank. So what can you give six ladies that have constant patients with my precious but often boisterous, never naps four year old? Something that can provide them downtime. <br />
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I have seen lots of "organic milk baths" on etsy. After some internetting I found a few recipes and gave it a go. Here is the recipe that I used:<br />
<ul><li><em>1 cup corn starch</em></li>
<li><em></em></li>
<li><em>2 cups milk powder</em></li>
<li><em>1/2 cup baking soda (increase if your water is hard) </em></li>
<li><em>1/2 cup finely ground oatmeal</em></li>
<li><em>Optional</em></li>
<li><em>1/2 cup dried rose petals, lavender or rosemary, and/or a few drops of matching essential oils.</em></li>
</ul><ol><li><em>Process oatmeal in the blender until finely ground. Add milk powder and process until well mixed.</em></li>
<li><em>Pour into a bowl, add corn starch and baking soda, mixing all ingredients very well.</em></li>
<li><em>Grind herbs finely with a mortar and pestle </em><strong>(RIGHT- like that is going to happen)</strong><em>, or in the blender, and stir into the powdered mixture. If desired, add a few drops of essential oil and mix well. </em></li>
<li><em>Add three tablespoons (or more, if you like) to your next bath to soothe your soul and soften your skin. </em></li>
</ol>Then I put in a canning jar and added a tag. Placed it all in a basket with a box of tea and some home made treats (also super simple and fast) and viola! Teacher gifts checked off the list.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>All done while finishing wrapping the presents, mailing the presents, having my Christmas cards mailed (thank you Hallmark) and submitting four proposals to prospects. <br />
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Nesting? Yep, I think so.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-65522257002070956792010-12-13T22:24:00.000-08:002010-12-13T22:27:28.014-08:00Advent mania.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNqRsn6FI/AAAAAAAAvoE/3BVI-1Q7h1w/s1600/IMG_1852.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNqRsn6FI/AAAAAAAAvoE/3BVI-1Q7h1w/s400/IMG_1852.JPG" /></a> </div>This year I am trying to help Gia understand that Christmas is about giving and not just getting. I swiped this idea from the amazing <a href="http://www.thequeso.com/">Laura Mayes</a>. She rocks.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNqnw1r0I/AAAAAAAAvoM/97y-ORu76DU/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNqnw1r0I/AAAAAAAAvoM/97y-ORu76DU/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" /></a> </div>The supplies were easy enough. I went to the Dollar Tree and grabbed some pre made envelopes, angel cut outs, kelly green grogain ribbon and double sided tape.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNq1UbZcI/AAAAAAAAvoU/XlDahZfn-g0/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNq1UbZcI/AAAAAAAAvoU/XlDahZfn-g0/s400/IMG_1856.JPG" /></a> </div>Then comes the hard part- thinking of all the simple things that we can do to put the giving back to our community and world. All in all it has been a great project. Gia loves the calendar and we are really enjoying the season of giving. My only gripe....my double sided tape does not seem to be sticking. On the upside- it is not ripping the paint off my pantry door.<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNrHljdCI/AAAAAAAAvoc/RrmVdiA3-sc/s1600/IMG_1861.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TQcNrHljdCI/AAAAAAAAvoc/RrmVdiA3-sc/s400/IMG_1861.JPG" /></a> </div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-89366260288049640392010-12-08T09:55:00.000-08:002010-12-08T09:59:20.596-08:00UGG's for U-G-L-Y.<object width="370" height="220" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.babelgum.com/embed/6004292"><param name="movie" value="http://www.babelgum.com/embed/6004292"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"></param><embed src="http://www.babelgum.com/embed/6004292" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="220"> </embed></object><br /><br />Now I must admit that I have owned two pairs of UGG boots, a pair of UGG clogs and a pair of UGG flip flops. The boots are now gone (one I gave to my mother and the other I am not sure what happened to them) the clogs I gave away and the flip flops I wore until they fell apart. <br /><br />I think UGGS are precious on little girls. I covet a pair of slippers and the ballet flat that they currently have on the market. But I must say there is a serious truth to the "elephant foot" description. <br /><br />This kind PSA just stopped me from making another purchase of UGG boots. My swollen extremities were begging for them but I have been realigned in my rightful thinking. Now for the ballet flats....not so much.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-27855429129288351362010-12-06T15:18:00.001-08:002010-12-06T15:24:23.017-08:00Weight checks.I have this theory that when you are pregnant and go in for your first appointment that when you step on the scale it should read zero.<br /><br />Then every appointment there after you are given a number up from that. Giving you a total for amount gained.<br /><br />If you are a masochist or something you can feel free to look at the real number at any given number on any other scale in the universe. Otherwise, you can just have a number....say 20. 20 is so much more bearable than that daunting number.<br /><br />Everyone here is healthy. Everyone is right on schedule. And the number would be much more digestible as 20 vs.....oh please. I am not posting that on the internets.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-28720428321155914822010-11-29T16:05:00.001-08:002010-11-29T16:05:52.932-08:00Four.A funny thing happened. A tiny little baby was born and then all of a sudden, in a wish, bash, boom FLASH….she was four.<br />It has been an amazing, core altering, tearful, stressful, remarkable, nothing-could-possibly-be-better (except for the rest of her life) four years. That went by in a blink.<br />I remember holding my little monkey face when she returned from the NICU in that hotel in Los Angeles and thinking, “I am going to be the worst mother ever. There is no way I can possibly love her more than I love her at this very moment.”<br />And yet, I do. <br />After 22 months of not sleeping through the night.<br />Countless doctors and misdiagnoses.<br />Being three. Temper tantrums galore.<br />Saying things like, “I just don’t love you anymore. Enough said.”<br />My heart grows every day. Infinitely. It really is indescribable.<br />This little life that has been placed in my hands for a few moments that turned my seemingly important and full life on its ear has given me more joy, hope, desire, aspiration and love than I could ever imagine.<br />You don’t just become a mother. You change. For life. I often hear the adage that, “Life can’t be all about your children.” I don’t subscribe to that.<br />Yet, I have all the mothering guilt that is bundled with being a working mom with my own interests and desires. <br />But my life is all about the G. And soon to be Baby T. All. About. Them.<br />And that means all is right in the world.<br />Happy Birthday Gia. You gave me a life that I could not have created in any Disney Pixar studio. With an Academy Award winning creative team and orchestra galore. You are just that amazing. Because of you music starts at just the right moment and there is always a happy ending. Because you are here.<br />- Yes, we celebrated on her actual birthday. Then for seven days following. I am just now getting around to publicly declaring my love of this special November day. Because really, who cares about my birthday when your kid has one? It rocks.<br />Pictures to come. Of the Fiesta Galore....because Gia turned Four.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-25168893026087237222010-11-29T12:14:00.000-08:002010-11-29T12:39:38.681-08:00April 2, 2011.Yes, in the next few months I have some very important dates happening. Much more life changing than the one listed above. However, I am very excited to announce that in a short nineteen weeks (eleven weeks <em>after</em> Baby T's estimated due date) an awesome gal and I will be walking a marathon.<br /><br />Now, the original plan had been to <em>run </em>a half in April and <em>run </em>a full in July (SF) BUT this amazing gal had on her 40 before 40 list to walk a marathon. So how could I resist? Also, my body tends to do better in a walking capacity anyways. So I am set. Ready to hit the register button and get moving. <br /><br />I have been walking almost daily my entire pregnancy and was running before. Despite my ever expanding girth I am still in pretty good shape. <br /><br />I figure if I have the distance of ten solid miles before Baby T and then estimate three to MAX six weeks post baby. Then adding two miles per week after that. Having a 26 mile walk take place on 3.27.2011.<br /><br />I am so excited I could burst. I am sure much of this excitement comes from the fact that my back side was some how viewed from a three way mirror today. Which is cruel and unusual punishment. But also the thought of a race with someone. I am giddy. Girly, squealing, giddy.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-8215499651331758722010-11-25T07:31:00.000-08:002010-11-25T07:31:00.165-08:00Giving thanks.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0wHZPDJhI/AAAAAAAAvlc/ucYeQKMoIGI/s1600/thanks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543139619954173458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0wHZPDJhI/AAAAAAAAvlc/ucYeQKMoIGI/s400/thanks.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475785465558853998.post-5110630232541028442010-11-24T07:09:00.001-08:002010-11-24T07:21:22.836-08:00Welcoming Baby T.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0r1bC1dhI/AAAAAAAAvk4/p2a4w4WkqqU/s1600/DSC09030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134913155659282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0r1bC1dhI/AAAAAAAAvk4/p2a4w4WkqqU/s400/DSC09030.JPG" /></a> A few weeks ago I was the fortunate recipient of several lovely ladies coming together to provide an amazing lunch to welcome the newest addition to the T family. It was truly spectacular.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0r1KbbP3I/AAAAAAAAvkw/KmCRNUIlWaM/s1600/giaappleofmyeye.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134908695396210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0r1KbbP3I/AAAAAAAAvkw/KmCRNUIlWaM/s400/giaappleofmyeye.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rkz5yqjI/AAAAAAAAvko/hR0fekhPjbU/s1600/handknit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134627770837554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rkz5yqjI/AAAAAAAAvko/hR0fekhPjbU/s400/handknit.jpg" /></a> My mother is seriously the most amazing human being. Since this lunch, she has taken my child for a week while Ralph and I hob knobbed in NYC, completely helped me reorganize my home for our new addition, thrown a birthday party with me for Miss G and created the most amazing sweaters. I will never live up to all that she does, but I have the best inspiration and am always the lucky recipient.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rkufx6rI/AAAAAAAAvkg/SAPqTP0-W1o/s1600/DSC09098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134626319559346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rkufx6rI/AAAAAAAAvkg/SAPqTP0-W1o/s400/DSC09098.JPG" /></a> Someone should have told preggers to put on some lipstick. I need all the help I can get these days.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rkEIydPI/AAAAAAAAvkY/7i7ox_d1kGY/s1600/DSC09096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134614948836594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rkEIydPI/AAAAAAAAvkY/7i7ox_d1kGY/s400/DSC09096.JPG" /></a> My awesome friend Corina did all of the logistical execution. And she created a time capsule for Baby T. It is a box full of things from right now that will tell Baby T all about what the world was like when he/she was in utero. Super fun.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rjq8rtnI/AAAAAAAAvkQ/OuJTepcQkgM/s1600/DSC09104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134608187176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rjq8rtnI/AAAAAAAAvkQ/OuJTepcQkgM/s400/DSC09104.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rjIZWhCI/AAAAAAAAvkI/-RG2tGPEJFo/s1600/DSC09050.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543134598912181282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rjIZWhCI/AAAAAAAAvkI/-RG2tGPEJFo/s400/DSC09050.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rAMWE3ZI/AAAAAAAAvkA/HSfC6gS4KDY/s1600/DSC09016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543133998676762002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0rAMWE3ZI/AAAAAAAAvkA/HSfC6gS4KDY/s400/DSC09016.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q_Xk9seI/AAAAAAAAvj4/GW4OD6YYkJQ/s1600/DSC09025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543133984512127458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q_Xk9seI/AAAAAAAAvj4/GW4OD6YYkJQ/s400/DSC09025.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q_AnmNWI/AAAAAAAAvjw/IYYU7S988K8/s1600/DSC09018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543133978349155682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q_AnmNWI/AAAAAAAAvjw/IYYU7S988K8/s400/DSC09018.JPG" /></a> Pumpkin Fondue. For the life of me, this is sin that you place on bread. And I could eat it all day long. For that matter, in a box, with a fox, with no socks. Just give me the pumpkin fondue. This is what happens when your dearest friend happens to be a celebrity chef. Oh the sacrifices that I have to make to taste her latest concoctions. Pity me...and Baby T.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q-KloZCI/AAAAAAAAvjo/H3hjFh4AsQI/s1600/DSC09024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543133963845395490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q-KloZCI/AAAAAAAAvjo/H3hjFh4AsQI/s400/DSC09024.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q902N1_I/AAAAAAAAvjg/r9AxJyHoZhc/s1600/DSC09009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543133958009378802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_338s1bw0IpE/TO0q902N1_I/AAAAAAAAvjg/r9AxJyHoZhc/s400/DSC09009.JPG" /></a> Thank you everyone that was involved. What a great day. We are certainly more prepared for Baby T's arrival. Just a few finishing touches. I am sure between the holiday rush it will be here before we know it. But it is only 51 days if anyone is interested.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17774514715558934425noreply@blogger.com2