<?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-461233228781230318</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:06:03.149-08:00</updated><category term='Allison'/><category term='Yawn'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Video Birthing Class'/><category term='Topher'/><category term='Liberty Tax'/><category term='Crownmolding'/><category term='Pregnant'/><category term='Monkeys'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>THE NELSON'S</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7093815133329442634</id><published>2011-12-12T08:22:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:13:38.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Round with Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685300864596477378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_1_REaxXUg/TuY_A6t-hcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-P4pfcYJGok/s320/CAM_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line to see Santa, at our ward Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685300872233474386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zN6O0Dol_Dg/TuY_BXKx2VI/AAAAAAAAAkA/TGGIHPSqe5Q/s320/CAM_0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie and Cooper waiting to see Santa. We love NaeNae. She is always around to help and hold my little ones. Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685302882315101042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrWAKzHF3N0/TuZA2XTlY3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/zzdwsBxIeHg/s320/CAM_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we put Topher on Santas lap (AKA Grandpa) and then added Cooper. We were able to get Topher to either look at the camera or smile. Getting both were hard. This is the best we could do. At least Santa is looking. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685300888676802130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaRAdBQlE9U/TuY_CUbLHlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NdrnqNCPWE8/s320/CAM_0470.JPG" /&gt;Cooper was a little distracted and wasn't looking at the camera. Topher decided to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QugvZ112VQ/TuZA2Nlx5wI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Nuz0Lf0zQsw/s1600/CAM_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685302879707064066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QugvZ112VQ/TuZA2Nlx5wI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Nuz0Lf0zQsw/s320/CAM_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Final product .... Good thing Santa (Topher's grandpa) will be coming over to do a private session. More santa photos to come. YAY!!! Hopefully we will have Topher's haircut. Didn't realize until these photos his hair is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7093815133329442634?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7093815133329442634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7093815133329442634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7093815133329442634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7093815133329442634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-round-with-santa.html' title='First Round with Santa'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/-6_1_REaxXUg/TuY_A6t-hcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-P4pfcYJGok/s72-c/CAM_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-517700178303274583</id><published>2011-12-12T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:12:30.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We were able to host Thanksgiving this year, which was great. I love when my house is full of the smell of turkey. Plus .... the leftovers stay at the house they were cooked at .... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first turkey (without my mom here) and I think it turned out great. Maybe not as good as Martha's turkey. HAHAHA!!!! I watched alot of her show before Thanksgiving. She does some really cute things. Decided to wait to do some of the fancy decor, appitizers, and food until my kids are older (maybe until I have a daughter) and they will appreciate it. Alot of work can go into the details and although I love my husband, I don't think he really cares. :) The food tastes the same whether his name is infront of his plate or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make cute little hats for the boys, which got torn up by Topher while Renae and I were out shopping for Black Friday. I guess Chris and Toph fell asleep at different times. Thank you Babe for watching the boys while we went out. It was a great day and night with family I love very much. Hope you all had a great holiday as well. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685293110626994658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPEgHClvdFE/TuY39k7lyeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gIGl4p2NqEY/s320/CAM_0423.JPG" /&gt; My Hubby carving the turkey .... this is after I corrected how he wanted to display the food. He didn't want to help anymore but I said, "You have to carve the turkey. It is the dad's job." Right? He forgave me for snapping at him and did a great job. Love you babe. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685293120002704978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwuJqNHy2pU/TuY3-H27xlI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vjxjOmkWZLU/s320/CAM_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294725381950418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLy9QdGEBwk/TuY5bkXLC9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/albXWHUhn-c/s320/CAM_0425.JPG" /&gt; Yummmmmmmmm ..... Looks so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnvTDE0e2UA/TuY6VjD8i_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/E1KJ8VOcSz8/s1600/CAM_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295721465285618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnvTDE0e2UA/TuY6VjD8i_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/E1KJ8VOcSz8/s320/CAM_0433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice Renae holding Coopers hands down. He really wanted to pull it off and chew on it. Everything goes in his mouth these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipVbu3VuezA/TuY6VATja7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/I9AoiycWLhk/s1600/CAM_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295712135506866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipVbu3VuezA/TuY6VATja7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/I9AoiycWLhk/s320/CAM_0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the things Topher is grateful for are written on there feathers. I ended up writing the same things on both of there hats. SO if you look close you will see that Cooper is thankful for baby and not Topher .... It should say brother Topher. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Om5cG7C9pw/TuY6U9Q-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/E0TjKDtYMBI/s1600/CAM_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295711319376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Om5cG7C9pw/TuY6U9Q-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/E0TjKDtYMBI/s320/CAM_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Picture right before this one Topher is giving Cooper a kiss, guess Cooper wasn't done kissing his brother. Now it just looks like he wants to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294705329101378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6-I1nVTlPg/TuY5aZqM2kI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sL_KO-tR_I0/s320/CAM_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294695492684258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRv85fPuR2g/TuY5Z1BBCeI/AAAAAAAAAis/DNT64vi45ms/s320/CAM_0427.JPG" /&gt; GOBBLE, GOBBLE!!!! Topher has become just a character with alot of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-517700178303274583?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/517700178303274583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=517700178303274583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/517700178303274583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/517700178303274583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/-NPEgHClvdFE/TuY39k7lyeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gIGl4p2NqEY/s72-c/CAM_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-3041977740347505175</id><published>2011-12-11T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:09:38.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in Montana</title><content type='html'>We went to Montana for Halloween this year. Topher's first Halloween with his cousins. He had so much fun. We went to a pumpkin patch (more like a parking lot with pumpkins on pallets, nothing like in Washington. : ) We carved pumkins and had apple cider with red hots (sound wierd but it is really good), went to a carnival and trunk or treat, and then were also able to go out trick or treating on halloween night. Topher loved running from house to house with his cousins. Chris loved it to. He said it was great to go with other kids because Topher would just following them and he didn't have to run him up and down each drive way. HAHAHAH!!! Topher was adorable. He would say thank you to each person that gave him candy and a couple times he didn't understand that once they put candy in his bag that was it. He ended up putting his hand in the candy bowl and helping himself to a few more pieces. Will teach people that you don't put a huge bowl of candy in a toddlers reach. : ) We also got some really cute photos of us with all of Topher's candy but I realized they weren't on our camera. Will have to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lota of random pictures of our fun times below. ENJOY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHaxGlCZe3E/TuZRGea9GNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QxB8biGg76s/s1600/CAM_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685320751289014482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHaxGlCZe3E/TuZRGea9GNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QxB8biGg76s/s320/CAM_0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Topher in his costume halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fNzlHHfJSM/TuZRFaqtvAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0Qd9eCnGcgQ/s1600/CAM_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685320733101505538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fNzlHHfJSM/TuZRFaqtvAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0Qd9eCnGcgQ/s320/CAM_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and our nephew Damian carving pumpkins. We carved one pumpkin that said Topher on one side and Cooper on the other. Super creative .... I KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imp3tELdPXU/TuZRFLCvQpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xeBeqeEZnr4/s1600/CAM_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685320728907301522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imp3tELdPXU/TuZRFLCvQpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xeBeqeEZnr4/s320/CAM_0364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper and Daddy, Cooper is wearing Topher's halloween mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncOiD1JcIGc/TuZQGoGeHAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/i4Ag1F_9Ws8/s1600/CAM_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685319654375824386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncOiD1JcIGc/TuZQGoGeHAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/i4Ag1F_9Ws8/s320/CAM_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Topher, cousin Christopher, and cousin Kyler eating popcorn and watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iV3nT1NXa3I/TuZQGWx37vI/AAAAAAAAAnM/qxJvT4TasK8/s1600/CAM_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685319649726033650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iV3nT1NXa3I/TuZQGWx37vI/AAAAAAAAAnM/qxJvT4TasK8/s320/CAM_0319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouD1pk9I4yo/TuZPZRLRzII/AAAAAAAAAnA/ALo3GJ9NdBc/s1600/CAM_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685318875127860354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouD1pk9I4yo/TuZPZRLRzII/AAAAAAAAAnA/ALo3GJ9NdBc/s320/CAM_0318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XdSDH_TGWk/TuZPY1QJRqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Sst-hpN55tc/s1600/CAM_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685318867632080546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XdSDH_TGWk/TuZPY1QJRqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Sst-hpN55tc/s320/CAM_0317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Topher by Grandmas car during the trunk or treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vRGYEQRfJM/TuZOOJHP_PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EjnjWSJHng4/s1600/CAM_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685317584473292018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vRGYEQRfJM/TuZOOJHP_PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/EjnjWSJHng4/s320/CAM_0310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper, our little turtle, and his Grandpa Croft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxwp8O1Ua8o/TuZONzinh5I/AAAAAAAAAmc/c1_kv737Y5c/s1600/CAM_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685317578682501010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxwp8O1Ua8o/TuZONzinh5I/AAAAAAAAAmc/c1_kv737Y5c/s320/CAM_0305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris, Topher, cousin Kyler, and uncle dan (or as Topher says Kylers daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kly4FW6z2zc/TuZN5FF5ZTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MH73O0xFfsU/s1600/CAM_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685317222616622386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kly4FW6z2zc/TuZN5FF5ZTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MH73O0xFfsU/s320/CAM_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle dan and Kyler at the trunk our treat. It was so fun to have them home for Halloween.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vI66CqDZHo/TuZN4x4bjwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jfRq3y1Edp4/s1600/CAM_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685317217459867394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vI66CqDZHo/TuZN4x4bjwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jfRq3y1Edp4/s320/CAM_0296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mom. I think this is the only time I have ever seen my mom dress up. I think we need to come home more often for halloween. We bring the fun to her life. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjKj3fjN-XI/TuZNTWNO2kI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iy1I5hehviQ/s1600/CAM_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685316574375762498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjKj3fjN-XI/TuZNTWNO2kI/AAAAAAAAAl4/iy1I5hehviQ/s320/CAM_0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, my brother Chris, and Cooper. He didn't dress-up. Lame. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHZFWPWsxHY/TuZNTMsBiQI/AAAAAAAAAls/2Y0XmJLcXs0/s1600/CAM_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685316571820558594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHZFWPWsxHY/TuZNTMsBiQI/AAAAAAAAAls/2Y0XmJLcXs0/s320/CAM_0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUo1NcdrRvA/TuZMhXNsHTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/35D__u71i5Y/s1600/CAM_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685315715652656434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUo1NcdrRvA/TuZMhXNsHTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/35D__u71i5Y/s320/CAM_0277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and Topher fishing for prizes/candy at the carnival. Topher also bowled and went through a haunted maze. FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-owdcbZtv1j0/TuZMhKYXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Yb6MJPK8IME/s1600/CAM_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685315712207759234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-owdcbZtv1j0/TuZMhKYXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Yb6MJPK8IME/s320/CAM_0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fam. Not sure how a pimp and flapper ended up with 2 ninja turtles. HAHAHA!!! We had so much fun. I love HALLOWEEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-3041977740347505175?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3041977740347505175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=3041977740347505175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3041977740347505175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3041977740347505175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2011/12/halloween-in-montana.html' title='Halloween in Montana'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/-vHaxGlCZe3E/TuZRGea9GNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QxB8biGg76s/s72-c/CAM_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4791520091883627792</id><published>2011-02-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:25:56.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOM'S vote</title><content type='html'>Before I was even married or pregnant I thought it would be great to have a boy as my oldest child. The thought of The Older brother sounded great. When we got pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; we were hoping for a boy, but you can never really predict until they tell you or until they are born. So, when we found out we were have a boy we were ecstatic. I think I was a little relieved, having a girl kind of scared me. There is a lot of STUFF that comes with a girl. I think Chris liked the idea of having a little boy ... because what man doesn't want a boy first to continue his name. At first I thought ... have a boy first then a girl so the boy will keep the dad occupied while I hang out with my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; was born and we were discussing future children we talked about how it would be fun to have 2 boys in a row. Mostly so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; would have a buddy growing up. Chris was the only boy in his family and think he wishes he had a brother. Well, he had me convinced that it would be the best for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; to have a brother (not that I have control over the sex of my babies) and then our third would hopefully be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out Chris wanted to have a boy(s) so that the boy to girl ratio would be higher. I think he felt out numbered growing up and wanted to make up for that.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't really disclose his plan fully until we found out our second (due June 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) will be a boy. It was then that he let out a semi evil chuckle and said, "sweet, now the boys will out number the girls.")  Little does he know that a mom's vote more than out weighs a toddlers, an infants, and a big kids vote. If not, Chris will be taking two boys out a lot without mom. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!! Just kidding . We are excited to have another little boy in the making.  Two boys running around will definitely keep things fun and interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4791520091883627792?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4791520091883627792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4791520091883627792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4791520091883627792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4791520091883627792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2011/02/moms-vote.html' title='A MOM&apos;S vote'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-12846204857947504</id><published>2011-01-29T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:44:28.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty Tax'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been a very long time since either of us have posted anything. Hopefully there is someone out there that is still reading this blog. We've been busy with many things, but operating two businesses has been time consuming. The Christmas season was a filled with a lot of work. I had many homes that needed Christmas lights installed, we needed to remodel our office, and continue preparing our employees for tax season. However with all the work, Christmas was great, and we are moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax season is in full swing and Topher, Allison and I are all pitching in to make it the best possible experience even though at times it is trying. Although we don't have a costume for Topher to wave at our customers, he sure likes to hold the signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TUSX8x5Gr6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/WyE6ftPoYL4/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TUSX8x5Gr6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/WyE6ftPoYL4/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567742109777571746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TUSX8x5Gr6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/WyE6ftPoYL4/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-12846204857947504?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/12846204857947504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=12846204857947504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/12846204857947504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/12846204857947504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-its-been-very-long-time-since-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TUSX8x5Gr6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/WyE6ftPoYL4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5912209214527954031</id><published>2010-07-09T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:16:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Park</title><content type='html'>We went to Willis Tucker water park yesterday for playgroup. Our group was kind of split up due the enormous amount of people there, but it was fun. We did run into the Valentines, thank goodnesss. It is always more fun when you are around good friends. I had never been so I was a little under prepared. No chairs or toys, but I did remember the snacks. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; really liked being out in the sun and wondering around but didn't care for the water much, unless I was holding him and we were barely getting wet. The water was kind of cold and he isn't used to the water hitting him in the face. I think he will have more fun next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491982472662396306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw9gu2rZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/p92KeY7RDhs/s400/DSC07229.JPG" /&gt;This was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt; first attempt at walking out in the water. He was doing great until a big kid hit him in the face with the big water gun. He didn't care for that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491982466309432114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw9JEMIzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mQ3RR4Lew9A/s400/DSC07231.JPG" /&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt; second try. Every few minutes all the water is shut off for a couple minutes and then turned back on. Well .... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; thought it was safe and started walking out when suddenly the water was turned back on. He started screaming. I just had to get a picture before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rescuing&lt;/span&gt; him. Actually I wasn't in a bathing suite so a friend ran in and got him. Thank You Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw8oncyoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hqU1A60bjp4/s1600/DSC07234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491982457598954114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw8oncyoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hqU1A60bjp4/s400/DSC07234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute Hair .... I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw8EF8-9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/izsmS4nyHXA/s1600/DSC07238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491982447794781138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw8EF8-9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/izsmS4nyHXA/s400/DSC07238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; and his friend Lucy. Lucy wasn't to into the water either. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; sat on the lawn and ate snacks while they went through Lucy's mom's purse.&lt;br /&gt;FUN IN THE SUN BABY STYLE ... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw7s_zlFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8EHsarEapT4/s1600/DSC07252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491982441594983506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw7s_zlFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/8EHsarEapT4/s400/DSC07252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE END...... &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/461233228781230318-5912209214527954031?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5912209214527954031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5912209214527954031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5912209214527954031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5912209214527954031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/07/water-park.html' title='Water Park'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/TDdw9gu2rZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/p92KeY7RDhs/s72-c/DSC07229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1297675549955449476</id><published>2010-07-05T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:09:03.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>We had a great 4th of July. I hope all of you did also. We went to Marysville to Grandpa Nelson's house for a BBQ and to watch fireworks. There is a park right behind Chris's dad's house that we played at until the fireworks began. There were about 8 families around us lighting off TONS!!! of fireworks. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490530082445144146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJIBRi9MFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QemhbgW5hAI/s320/DSC07222.JPG" /&gt;Toph had a great time. There was a family right across the street sitting on lawn chairs enjoying the fireworks from there drive way. When big ones would go off they would all scream. Toph would wave his arms in the air and scream with them. I think he would have had more fun with them then us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490530073212917458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJIAvJ0ltI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZKNQjkN3yOQ/s320/DSC07182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGSQ06aEI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KOwnrw4K7yM/s1600/DSC07201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528175286544450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGSQ06aEI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KOwnrw4K7yM/s320/DSC07201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toph will climb on anyone/anything that is on the floor. He is also fascinated by faces and mouths. Chris thinks he is going to be a dentist when he grows up. He is always sticking his fingers in our mouths. I think that would be great. Dental work can be expensive, would love to have a son that would do the work for free. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGR08szhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LPsWUlKhitg/s1600/DSC07194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528167803014674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGR08szhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LPsWUlKhitg/s320/DSC07194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toph loves to be on his Dad's shoulders. He often will look down into Chris's face as though he is checking to make sure his Dad is still there. So cute - it makes us laugh every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGRVhoS2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Wafpc8c1yig/s1600/DSC07190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528159367973730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGRVhoS2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Wafpc8c1yig/s320/DSC07190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my hubby ..... So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGQuxG-gI/AAAAAAAAAfs/R_h0N0qKbNU/s1600/DSC07180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528148963916290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGQuxG-gI/AAAAAAAAAfs/R_h0N0qKbNU/s320/DSC07180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toph had so much energy last night. He used to be so good at letting us take his photo. Now He doesn't stay still long enough, he doesn't even flinch when we call his name, and getting him to look at the camera and smile at the same is very rare. But, when we get a shot he is pretty stink'n cute. HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGPwPMNoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tAROdxbnfzM/s1600/DSC07174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528132178654850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TDJGPwPMNoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tAROdxbnfzM/s320/DSC07174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves walking up slides. He doesn't get very far before sliding back down. I probably shouldn't this this is funny, might be a hard habit to brake in the future. Still working on going down them the right way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1297675549955449476?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1297675549955449476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1297675549955449476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1297675549955449476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1297675549955449476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/TDJIBRi9MFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QemhbgW5hAI/s72-c/DSC07222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6564918346925477136</id><published>2010-06-29T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:39:36.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Park</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Forrest park to have lunch, play on the playground, and visit the Animal Park. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; has grown out of his phase of eating wood chips on the playground we have more fun when we go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; got to pet a goat, calf, bunny, and got to see pigs and ducks. While we were watching the pigs one pig started licking the other pigs snout. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; that the pigs were kissing and he turned to me and gave me a kiss. I couldn't help but laugh. It was so adorable. There were other animals there but he got distracted easily by all the kids running around him. There were many YMCA summer camp kids there. I am sure we will be back soon, maybe with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ4azZxeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fvHsG-3ZzCE/s1600/animal+farm+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ4azZxeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fvHsG-3ZzCE/s320/animal+farm+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488421067009148386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ3yKneZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jQGvGL8crI4/s1600/animal+farm+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ3yKneZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jQGvGL8crI4/s320/animal+farm+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488421056100661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ3OU90rI/AAAAAAAAAcs/l-BeVvMiXLw/s1600/animal+farm+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ3OU90rI/AAAAAAAAAcs/l-BeVvMiXLw/s320/animal+farm+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488421046480392882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ2u_WFsI/AAAAAAAAAck/MmVN1DH42MY/s1600/animal+farm+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ2u_WFsI/AAAAAAAAAck/MmVN1DH42MY/s320/animal+farm+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488421038068209346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ141BMZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gYON8ZuXIK0/s1600/animal+farm+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ141BMZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gYON8ZuXIK0/s320/animal+farm+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488421023529382290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6564918346925477136?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6564918346925477136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6564918346925477136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6564918346925477136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6564918346925477136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/06/animal-park.html' title='Animal Park'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/TCrJ4azZxeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fvHsG-3ZzCE/s72-c/animal+farm+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-8168596780860051268</id><published>2010-06-29T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:37:56.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Son Camp-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqoGEoZzlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pKcwF7Zic1s/s1600/fatherson+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqoGEoZzlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pKcwF7Zic1s/s320/fatherson+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488383918180257362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris took Toph on his first Father Son Camp-out Friday.  Chris's first over night outing with Toph. :) My first night without the Toph. :(  I was a little sad to see them go but really looking forward to hanging out at home. Watching, eating, and doing whatever I wanted; peace and quite. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard they had alot of fun. Chris called me on the way to Cascade Park so I could hear Topher laughing and talking. Chris was getting him to raise his hand and yell -- Woohoo we are going camping. Toph mostly just yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Chris later that night to check in. They had already set-up camp and were eating dinner. Toph was sitting in his camp chair eating a hot dog and Chris was dropping his on the ground. Camp food .... YUM.  We only talked for a few minutes. Chris told me that it was a father son outing, no girls allowed, so he had to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqooeaC_ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PBd0SjSOigw/s1600/fatherson+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqooeaC_ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PBd0SjSOigw/s320/fatherson+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488384509214915986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Chris I would know how much fun they had by how early they came home on Saturday. HAHAHA!!! They stayed until afternoon so I think they had a great time. Toph got to play in the river, play with dirt, eat rocks, eat hot dogs and graham crackers, wear the same clothes for 2 days, sleep in his own sleeping bag (in the same clothes he wore that day), and come home with dirt all over his face smelling like camp fire and bacon. Sounds like he got the full experience. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqpNd_01iI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Sxy1a33ZkSg/s1600/fatherson+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqpNd_01iI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Sxy1a33ZkSg/s320/fatherson+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488385144760096290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqpN1-PBrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/cFKtZLtvWfA/s1600/fatherson+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqpN1-PBrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/cFKtZLtvWfA/s320/fatherson+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488385151195874994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8168596780860051268?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8168596780860051268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8168596780860051268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8168596780860051268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8168596780860051268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/06/father-son-camp-out.html' title='Father Son Camp-out'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/TCqoGEoZzlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pKcwF7Zic1s/s72-c/fatherson+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7958055538729264534</id><published>2010-06-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:12:51.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVING SUMMER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYmCJVrqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GRONsWYkcf8/s1600/swimming+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYmCJVrqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GRONsWYkcf8/s320/swimming+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488366875082862242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First time to the pool this summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Let summer begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYmCJVrqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GRONsWYkcf8/s1600/swimming+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; was born at the End of April last year which gave him a few months to see the sun and experience our pool. He was about 5 weeks when we first took him to go swimming. It took him a little while to get used to the water but by the end of the summer he loved going into the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYmCJVrqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GRONsWYkcf8/s1600/swimming+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Crazy to think it has been a whole year. This time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; was really excited. Especially since he knows what it means when we tell him we are going Bye Bye (not sure he knew where we were going, just that we were leaving the house). He was at the door before I had all of our gear packed. He practically ran to the clubhouse. We just hung out in the kiddo pool, splashed around a little. He was too preoccupied with all the cool stuff around the pool (planters, benches, pool equipment). He kept climbing out of the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYlprDIaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Rx53cGrPIw4/s1600/swimming+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYlprDIaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Rx53cGrPIw4/s320/swimming+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488366868513366434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYkxHJxHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AN23X-MZwT4/s1600/swimming+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYkxHJxHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AN23X-MZwT4/s320/swimming+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488366853330420850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYkR4Ld0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/fBXKhDfswo8/s1600/swimming+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCqYkR4Ld0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/fBXKhDfswo8/s320/swimming+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488366844946118466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7958055538729264534?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7958055538729264534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7958055538729264534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7958055538729264534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7958055538729264534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/06/loving-summer.html' title='LOVING SUMMER!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/TCqYmCJVrqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GRONsWYkcf8/s72-c/swimming+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-9014243861235298034</id><published>2010-06-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:45:14.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Montana a couple weeks ago to visit Grandma and Grandpa Croft, Uncle Chris and Aunt Tabbatha, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt; cousins Samantha, Damian, Kaitlyn, and Christopher. We went to the carousel and ate lunch in the park, went to the movies (got pop and popcorn which was such a treat), went to the park, went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cub scout&lt;/span&gt; day camp (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; mostly tried to eat rocks. We tried to teach him to throw the rocks down on the ground instead of putting them in his mouth. It worked about 50% of the time.), helped Grandpa plant a tree, played with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt; cousins, played in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;play place&lt;/span&gt; for the first time, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; ate his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you mom and dad for letting us come and visit. We had tons of fun. It was great to get away and relax. Here are a few pics of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWs-QVV4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/bQFp3KWe-XA/s1600/mon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWs-QVV4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/bQFp3KWe-XA/s320/mon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488435164018464642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWbXT1_KI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J6gXwMSxZcg/s1600/mon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWbXT1_KI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J6gXwMSxZcg/s320/mon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434861506428066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; to give the Horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lov'ns&lt;/span&gt;. I thought he was giving it a kiss until I looked really close at this picture and saw that he was sticking his tongue out. He was licking inside the horses nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWa5vMMnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Pi18xH3_ur8/s1600/mon+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWa5vMMnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Pi18xH3_ur8/s320/mon+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434853568066162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWaFmS8AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EbbvISLFp5Q/s1600/mon+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWaFmS8AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EbbvISLFp5Q/s320/mon+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434839572115458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; with his cousins Damian and Samantha. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; loves Damian. He climbed all over him while we were there and kept trying to give him hugs and kisses. He also liked stealing his pillow at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWZiwN24I/AAAAAAAAAe8/t2xY-0pvEVk/s1600/mon+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWZiwN24I/AAAAAAAAAe8/t2xY-0pvEVk/s320/mon+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434830218484610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWYzPVwVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/MdrZy6pVj7I/s1600/mon+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrWYzPVwVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/MdrZy6pVj7I/s320/mon+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434817464123730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV_KTar_I/AAAAAAAAAes/xXIzvoOLBbo/s1600/mon+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV_KTar_I/AAAAAAAAAes/xXIzvoOLBbo/s320/mon+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434376978640882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we say, we helped Grandpa plant a tree, we really mean we watched Grandpa do all the work, took pictures that look like we helped, ate crackers on the lawn while Grandpa worked, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; ate the dirt. I guess that's one way to rid of the access dirt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; also got to hold a worm for the first time, but not for long. I didn't want this to be his first time also eating a worm. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV-BVGJDI/AAAAAAAAAek/hC5sqYVAaqs/s1600/mon+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV-BVGJDI/AAAAAAAAAek/hC5sqYVAaqs/s320/mon+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434357389894706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV9iQu1OI/AAAAAAAAAec/Ue6cBFiU8Uo/s1600/mon+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV9iQu1OI/AAAAAAAAAec/Ue6cBFiU8Uo/s320/mon+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434349050090722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV8cD6p3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/l3cyaUBn2uE/s1600/mon+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV8cD6p3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/l3cyaUBn2uE/s320/mon+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434330205857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed riding around on the riding lawn mower. He actually fell asleep in his Grandpas arms while mowing the back yard. Good thing riding in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; also does the trick. Not sure where we would store or even use a riding lawn mower. We would have to move closer Grandma and Grandpa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV7zoW2eI/AAAAAAAAAeM/cyoxuaxtPno/s1600/mon+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/TCrV7zoW2eI/AAAAAAAAAeM/cyoxuaxtPno/s320/mon+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488434319352846818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am glad he was sitting on Grandpa's lap and not mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!! I would have let him eat it outside without a shirt on but it wasn't warm enough. He actually stayed pretty clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-9014243861235298034?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/9014243861235298034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=9014243861235298034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/9014243861235298034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/9014243861235298034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacation-to-montana.html' title='Vacation to Montana'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/TCrWs-QVV4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/bQFp3KWe-XA/s72-c/mon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6984223113919548133</id><published>2010-04-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:29:22.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TIE</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A CUTE TIE OR PATTERN TO MAKE A TIE SINCE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOPH&lt;/span&gt; WAS BORN. I HAVE FOUND A COUPLE GOOD PATTERNS BUT I DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO PURCHASE THEM. I FOUND A TUTORIAL TONIGHT THAT MADE A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHILD'S&lt;/span&gt; TIE FROM AN ADULT TIE. I THOUGHT IT WAS SO CUTE.  I LOVE TIES. I THINK THIS WILL BE THE FIRST OF MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7wAdMh8jUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/24WVAZqBXSI/s1600/DSC06748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7wAdMh8jUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/24WVAZqBXSI/s320/DSC06748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457237350046010690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7wAcB4Jj4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/AFW7YOpAyMY/s1600/DSC06746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7wAcB4Jj4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/AFW7YOpAyMY/s320/DSC06746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457237330006478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7wJJzoxWfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UzpCSCRApbc/s1600/DSC06755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7wJJzoxWfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UzpCSCRApbc/s320/DSC06755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457246912550885874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6984223113919548133?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6984223113919548133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6984223113919548133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6984223113919548133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6984223113919548133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-tie.html' title='NEW TIE'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/S7wAdMh8jUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/24WVAZqBXSI/s72-c/DSC06748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5020623474157185325</id><published>2010-04-05T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:22:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT STORIES</title><content type='html'>1. WHERE IS THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOPH&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; does make me laugh so hard I wish others were there experiencing the moment with me. Earlier today I was sitting on the couch reading and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; was just playing with his toys. A few minutes went by (that's how long his attention span is sometimes) and he decided to come and see what I was doing. Once he realized I didn't have any food he quickly moved on. He started crawling down the hall towards his bedroom or maybe the bathroom. He likes to pull tub toys out of the bath tub and crawl around with them. Crazy kid!&lt;br /&gt;    Then he was quite, never a good sign, so i decided to get up and go find him. As soon as I got up and turned around to look for him I heard a door slowly start to close. As I looked up the first bedroom door slammed shut. I could see his shadow on the other side of the door. I went to open the door, barely, since he was sitting right behind it. He was probably hoping I didn't hear the door and he would be able to play. We currently consider our first bedroom storage. He tries to get into that room all the time knowing it is full of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;     I slowly pushed the door (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt;) open to find The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; smiling back at me. He slowly crawled out. I consider this a mom moment - might not be funny to everyone but completely cherished by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SHIMMY SHIMMY&lt;br /&gt;     Today I found another characteristic that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; has in common with his dad. So ... when Chris was single he use to give huge hugs to some of his girl friends. I think mostly just to Leslie Cook. She used to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; huge bear hugs. While she was hugging him Chris would shimmy her (otherwise shake her back and forth as they hugged). I often put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt; arms around my neck and give him a hug. Well, today I put his arms around my neck and gave him a shimmy hug, aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; hug. He would throw his head back and laugh so loud. I couldn't help but give him several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; hugs. It was great. Can't wait to show Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;     This morning I finished reading "The Actor and the Housewife" by Shannon Hale. It was a pretty good book. One that tugs on every emotion even after you read it. It made me want to be a better person, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Continually&lt;/span&gt; rekindle the love/relationship Chris and I have, Give thanks for all I have, Cherish my family, Live my life in a way that the Lord can directly guide and bless me, and to Avoid the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; of evil. I have to admit, it was kind of a long book.  Some intense moments and some monotonous moments, which I actually put the book down to read another one. The beginning and end were the best, so when I picked it back up I couldn't put it down. I have spent every available moment these last few days reading. Now I am not sure why I was in such a hurry.  I don't have another book and feel slightly lost. I tend to get extremely wrapped up in the books I am reading and finish them in days.  When it is a good book I tend to get wrapped up in the characters and plot and feel slight remorse when I finish. Each time a finish a book I often want one just like it, although it is always fun to start a new adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5020623474157185325?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5020623474157185325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5020623474157185325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5020623474157185325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5020623474157185325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-stories.html' title='SHORT STORIES'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-3842423685522673249</id><published>2010-04-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:25:56.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Playgroup</title><content type='html'>We had our Easter playgroup this morning. It was so much fun!!! Erin, you did a great job with everything. We made bunny ears, listened to an easter story, hunted for eggs (well, actually got out of the way quick as the kids were let loose to grab the eggs they had been staring at since they got to playgroup), and then decorated cupcakes and chatted. It was great, just what I needed. Minus the 2 cupcakes I ate.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always great to get together with everyone and just forget the stresses of life for awhile. It is really nice that Toph has a few friends his age that play with him. He kind of has a short attention span and crawls away after a few minutes, especially if he sees other kids running around. He always wants to be where the action is. He tries to chase after the big kids. Thankfully they slow down and play with him. Thanks Tristen, Kate, and Tyler. Your awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toph didn't really participate in the egg hunt, he will have his chance Sunday. YAY!!! But he did get bunny ears. He is a very cute bunny. HAHA&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455265562100960514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7T_ICBzDQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Vq44x18ZQS0/s320/DSC06688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455265559181471010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7T_H3JvLSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IE3-E60Gw2o/s320/DSC06687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455265544003323538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7T_G-m_BpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/iQd0WtTtx8Q/s320/DSC06671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455266113054789106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7T_oGfbTfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/zrn0UGsCu6Q/s320/DSC06683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455266103200340450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S7T_nhx8WeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OXk70hIbl4E/s320/DSC06679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-3842423685522673249?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3842423685522673249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=3842423685522673249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3842423685522673249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3842423685522673249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-playgroup.html' title='Easter Playgroup'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/S7T_ICBzDQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Vq44x18ZQS0/s72-c/DSC06688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5804909154898212419</id><published>2010-03-31T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:15:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 step closer</title><content type='html'>Month 11 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; time walking with his bike. He walked from the living room to our bedroom this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; time playing peek-a-boo by himself.  He holds the blanket over his face as I said, Where is Topher? Then he would pull it away, I would say There he is, and he would just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; savings account. He was so cute when we were at the bank. He sat in a big chair next to me as he played with the personal bankers pen and flirted with every female banker that passed by. What a ham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; time discovering that he can splash in the tub by waving his hands really fast. He got a little surprised the first few times his hands actually hit the water. He also learned how much fun it is to try and stand in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to talk and make noises. He absolutley loves being outside and being around other children. He says Momma, Dadda, Hi, Hey. He talks back to us when we talk to him and repeats most of what we do. Chris loves how Toph laughs when we laugh. 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Toph will be 10 months on February 28th. WOW!!! They grow up fast. Toph loves to interact/play with other kids and loves to talk. He is not shy at all. We went to reading time today and he was crawling all over the place, being so adventurous. He loves to sit right next to other kids and tries to play with everything. We are working on not taking others toys. He is just so curious to see and chew on any toy someone else is playing with. He is an extremely easy going little guy who loves hugs, kisses, and laying on his daddy. When he gets super tired he will put his cheek to Chris's and loves when Chris talks in his ear. Very adorable. He brings much joy and excitement to our lives daily. We love him and are very blessed that he is part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439021170586818834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S3tI7_6oGRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/UeeGTxBW5HI/s320/8+Months+156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439021155973203026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S3tI7JeeBFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Nys0ncoHSWc/s320/8+Months+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439021145033980290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S3tI6guWuYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ozlqr-rK3bc/s320/8+Months+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439021134724112210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S3tI56USn1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/YGA-xrR6dNM/s320/8+Months+037.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439021121418320658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/S3tI5Iv8WxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JL0ZcMu3Kts/s320/8+Months+117.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4545702054021619228?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4545702054021619228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4545702054021619228' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4545702054021619228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4545702054021619228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-months-and-counting.html' title='9 months and counting'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/S3tI7_6oGRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/UeeGTxBW5HI/s72-c/8+Months+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4578495625383840545</id><published>2010-02-09T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:31:59.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And he is mobile ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyRjKKBsQO8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyRjKKBsQO8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4578495625383840545?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4578495625383840545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4578495625383840545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4578495625383840545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4578495625383840545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-he-is-mobile.html' title='And he is mobile ....'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-613621989600317</id><published>2009-12-29T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:10:54.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is coming to town...</title><content type='html'>It was a lot of fun having "Santa" come over and take pictures with his grandson. Topher like most kids had issues with a long white beard and a bright red suit, but fortunately Santa came to our house and Topher had time to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Szrr-oIkzGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IXztu0juyQ8/s1600-h/Photo+041-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Szrr-oIkzGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IXztu0juyQ8/s320/Photo+041-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904562651614306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Szrr1ygxF6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/incQNR1jT5I/s1600-h/Photo+034-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Szrr1ygxF6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/incQNR1jT5I/s320/Photo+034-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904410818615202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrsrWnmFFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7pkOwJT9pdk/s1600-h/Photo+003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrsrWnmFFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7pkOwJT9pdk/s320/Photo+003-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420905331043996754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrrtyJN1ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2zfUjdEqP4w/s1600-h/Photo+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrrtyJN1ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2zfUjdEqP4w/s320/Photo+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904273280882066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrrjyWjl_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/HYdOVyfF8Gc/s1600-h/Photo+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrrjyWjl_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/HYdOVyfF8Gc/s320/Photo+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904101538142194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrrbqvMseI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/e0v_1SHseTs/s1600-h/Photo+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrrbqvMseI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/e0v_1SHseTs/s320/Photo+119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420903962055061986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrqW1eYyWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KmRlQzlgvq4/s1600-h/Photo+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SzrqW1eYyWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KmRlQzlgvq4/s320/Photo+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420902779526367586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had been waiting to post some of these pictures because Photoshop hasn't been cooperating, but I couldn't wait any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-613621989600317?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/613621989600317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=613621989600317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/613621989600317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/613621989600317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is coming to town...'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Szrr-oIkzGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IXztu0juyQ8/s72-c/Photo+041-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4395796834791285817</id><published>2009-12-11T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:39:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>We attempted our first family photos, with other people taking it. We have tried a few times to take our own family photos but we ran into a few obstacles. One, sometimes it is hard for Chris to set-up the picture and then run and jump in before the picture takes AND be in the perfect position. Second, it is hard to get an infant to look straight a head and smile at nothing. As you can see it was hard to get him to do this even with someone trying to get his attention. Third, It is hard to get the perfect lighting at night without extra lamps/lights. It is not easy holding an extra lamp next to you while holding a 7 month old or just having one sitting next to you without him staring at it while trying to grab it. Yeah ... I think you are starting to picture the dilemma. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very grateful to have close friends of ours come over and take some photos. Toph was pretty cooperative. He was happy and more than willing to pose. It was hard to capture his great smile while we were also looking and smiling. Also, in most of the pictures he is looking ... who knows where. Probably watching TV. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few where we are all insinc, well sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414016766007884754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SyJzkGHou9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/ga3Ag75kKiU/s320/nelson38-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414016756310940098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SyJzjh_tGcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iycvdFSdIgU/s320/bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414016752485625938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SyJzjTvrcFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R7hsbFFIWEc/s320/nelson29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4395796834791285817?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4395796834791285817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4395796834791285817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4395796834791285817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4395796834791285817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SyJzkGHou9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/ga3Ag75kKiU/s72-c/nelson38-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1328520030644916364</id><published>2009-11-29T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:49:58.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs and Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5-tSknI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zUOSH43KOmA/s1600/DSC06087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409769728557355634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5-tSknI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zUOSH43KOmA/s320/DSC06087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5TGCOTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wR8AmAC3-w0/s1600/DSC06088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409769716849981746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5TGCOTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wR8AmAC3-w0/s320/DSC06088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5DcO8RI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CFCuEK-kNSw/s1600/DSC06075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409769712648122642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5DcO8RI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CFCuEK-kNSw/s320/DSC06075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1328520030644916364?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1328520030644916364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1328520030644916364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1328520030644916364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1328520030644916364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/laughs-and-giggles.html' title='Laughs and Giggles'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SxNc5-tSknI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zUOSH43KOmA/s72-c/DSC06087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-818108482803447165</id><published>2009-11-29T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:13:26.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time!!</title><content type='html'>Toph loves bath time. This was his first time sitting up in the tub. His interest in bath toys has grown over the past few weeks, but it is hard to play with lots of toys laying in his bath chair. So we decided to let him sit up for a little bit in the beginning of his bath. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Bath Time - 7 months/f3e02d3f.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Bath%20Time%20-%207%20months/?action=view&amp;current=f3e02d3f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-818108482803447165?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/818108482803447165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=818108482803447165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/818108482803447165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/818108482803447165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-8252160125607673517</id><published>2009-11-26T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:53:42.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for many things this year. I am grateful for the opportunity to be married and be blessed with such a beautiful little boy. I am grateful for a home with heat and food, for a car that runs (Monday I was at the store silently complaining that it was raining and I had to get out of my warm car and go into the store when I looked over and a gentleman was out in the pouring rain trying to get his car to start. This made me rethink my perspective and really humbled me.) and gets me from point A to B, and for many modern conveniences. I am reminded every morning when my husband gets up to go to work how blessed we are to be employed&lt;br /&gt;(this is something I think many of us take for granted, maybe even think of an a nuisance) and how amazing it is that I get to stay home with Toph. I look at Toph several times a day and give thanks to the Lord for the opportunity to watch him grow.  I enjoy being with him each time he does something or discovers something new; like his toes and chews on them, make razz sounds in excitement, squeels because he learned to make a new sound, or wakes up to my voice and smiles bigger than ever before. We are so thankful for our families and there support over the years and the many friends that surround us. Our family away from home. Thank you to everyone that makes each day more special than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some photos of Toph's first Thanksgiving .... ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408860888444282610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAiUhc5pvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/o1PHPAmEUJ4/s320/DSC05999.JPG" /&gt; Father and son. Relaxing before the big feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408860884330951938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAiUSINNQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1xXoa8D36Fs/s320/DSC06003.JPG" /&gt; First time eating mashed potatoes ... Yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;He also tried yams and cranberry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408860899809997506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAiVLysssI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RznUJxFc1dc/s320/DSC06004.JPG" /&gt;Toph liked mashed potatoes a little to much.&lt;br /&gt;He is in the process of taking a whole handful. Dad wasn't watching very closely,&lt;br /&gt;he was suppose to be getting his attention for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAiVV5RdvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/unclraj9bdc/s1600/DSC06005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408860902521927410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAiVV5RdvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/unclraj9bdc/s320/DSC06005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is right after he put his hands in my mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Look closely ... his hand and sleeve is covered in potatoes. He wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he wasn't done.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing his angry face is so darn cute. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408861579287128226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAi8vCq6KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zi30kq88EqY/s320/DSC06021.JPG" /&gt;Mommas boy, as of right now. Unless he is tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately he prefers his dad to put him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408860911695952482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAiV4Eh-mI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ke050nUb0Ww/s320/DSC06013.JPG" /&gt;This is Toph and his Grandpa Nelson. Toph has had a few issues with beards, mostly his grandpas. He is OK once he warms up. This is him warming up. Bob slowly has to get closer. Sometime Bob has to come up behind Toph and hold him until he warms up. We try to tell Toph that the beard is fun, but he doesn't get it. We even got a book that talks about different objects to touch, and a beard is one of them. Maybe it is helping he had a really good time with his Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408861583361466242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAi8-OEX4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/a_UUqBAhGok/s320/DSC06030.JPG" /&gt; Toph is starting to look more like his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;He sure does have his daddy's crazy fun personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408861941968503762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAjR2Ipg9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/A7BEsjp_fnk/s320/DSC06035.JPG" /&gt; Toph and Grandpa ... AKA Santa. He is Santa in his spare time.&lt;br /&gt;Looks just like him. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408861953027343586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SxAjSfVSBOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hTeiWGye-Xw/s320/DSC06039.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was trying to get a picture of Toph's shirt. It says .. I ate Santa's cookies. His face looks like he really did eat Santa's cookies and he wasn't suppose to. I thought it was pretty cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8252160125607673517?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8252160125607673517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8252160125607673517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8252160125607673517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8252160125607673517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for ....'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SxAiUhc5pvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/o1PHPAmEUJ4/s72-c/DSC05999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7944237065984113985</id><published>2009-11-25T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:05:12.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas has arrived</title><content type='html'>I know .... it might be a little early BUT I love Christmas. Sometimes I wish that Christmas would last all year (and no it's not because of the gifts. Haha) although, I am sure the spirit of Christmas might not be as amazing if it were all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408628508424545650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sw9O-OayJXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p1iMhlasMKs/s320/DSC05951.JPG" /&gt;I started listening to Christmas music over a week ago and was thinking over the weekend that is would be fun to deck the house with Christmas. I thought it mught be a little early, beside we didn't even know where we were going to put the tree. We currently have to much furniture. It was to my surprise on Monday when Chris asked if I wanted to get out the Christmas decorations. Of course I said yes; I was extremely excited. I think Chris was also, until about 30 minutes into pulling out all the totes, dumping the Christmas tree out of the box and fluffing the branches as we put it together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408628138388827874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sw9Oor7ZLuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/csaf9tWOn74/s320/DSC05918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then that we realized something was missing. No Christmas music/movie. What were we thinking? We put in The Santa Clause 2. One of my favorites next to A Miracle on 34th Sreet (the one in color) and made hot chocolate. The day was amazing. We decorated for hours. Talking, laughing, taking pictures (mostly of Topher playing with the beads and so awe struck'n by the lights. We finished the night with Albertsons chicken and a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408625072680186674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sw9L2PRfszI/AAAAAAAAATk/VPQgHQrptW4/s320/Photo+224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fabulous way to begin the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408625985010780738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sw9MrV-DykI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fc_xPN9hEDQ/s320/Photo+096-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408625707535037042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sw9MbMSr8nI/AAAAAAAAATs/mYEjXSTw1wE/s320/Photo+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if Chris just wanted to set up the Christmas tree so that he could experiment with his camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7944237065984113985?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7944237065984113985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7944237065984113985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7944237065984113985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7944237065984113985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know.html' title='Christmas has arrived'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/Sw9O-OayJXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p1iMhlasMKs/s72-c/DSC05951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4750586685979179344</id><published>2009-11-16T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:48:49.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our pride and joy ... 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEfm8kdcfI/AAAAAAAAATM/9DsA2Eb3MoY/s1600/Photo+133-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635781775847922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEfm8kdcfI/AAAAAAAAATM/9DsA2Eb3MoY/s320/Photo+133-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635789238330690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEfnYXp5UI/AAAAAAAAATU/k-APzhv3eM8/s320/Photo+146-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635794291762386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEfnrMfJNI/AAAAAAAAATc/YQgjx4tXuRo/s320/Photo+151-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdQJtNmkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ephi9kFe4w0/s1600/Photo+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404633191141972546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdQJtNmkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ephi9kFe4w0/s320/Photo+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdPD8YnjI/AAAAAAAAASs/CJQm7pRPgGQ/s1600/Photo+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404633172415127090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdPD8YnjI/AAAAAAAAASs/CJQm7pRPgGQ/s320/Photo+215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdOiclDWI/AAAAAAAAASk/xNHxj4mHk54/s1600/Photo+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404633163423354210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdOiclDWI/AAAAAAAAASk/xNHxj4mHk54/s320/Photo+176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404633180964893442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdPjyzswI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3tu7lddbc04/s320/Photo+290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404633194175057618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SwEdQVAWztI/AAAAAAAAATE/Xb9MQe_j4FE/s320/Photo+112.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4750586685979179344?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4750586685979179344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4750586685979179344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4750586685979179344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4750586685979179344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-pride-and-joy-6-months.html' title='Our pride and joy ... 6 months'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SwEfm8kdcfI/AAAAAAAAATM/9DsA2Eb3MoY/s72-c/Photo+133-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-9152090068638845909</id><published>2009-11-07T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:23:37.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOYS ... WHAT TOYS</title><content type='html'>WHO NEEDS TOYS OR A TEETHING RING WHEN YOU HAVE TOES? HE MIGHT THINK DIFFERENTLY WHEN HE ACTUALLY GETS TEETH. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SvYBEayxz3I/AAAAAAAAASc/QEVnTrDnYK0/s1600-h/CAM_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401505978500894578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SvYBEayxz3I/AAAAAAAAASc/QEVnTrDnYK0/s320/CAM_0390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401505971431137106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SvYBEAdN31I/AAAAAAAAASU/lROpdJOcLc4/s320/CAM_0389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-9152090068638845909?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/9152090068638845909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=9152090068638845909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/9152090068638845909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/9152090068638845909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/toys-what-toys.html' title='TOYS ... WHAT TOYS'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SvYBEayxz3I/AAAAAAAAASc/QEVnTrDnYK0/s72-c/CAM_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6717163521325832127</id><published>2009-10-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:43:56.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoon Lick'n Good</title><content type='html'>AND .... This is just rice cereal. Just wait until the good stuff starts coming. Well ... actually I added a little bit of sugar to the last couple of spoon fulls. After he tasted the sugar I couldn't get the spoon in fast enough. I no longer had to do the airplane to get him o open his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mouth&lt;/span&gt;. He even started helping me and then proceeded to lick the spoon clean.  Like mother like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397676850472911266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Suhmf1TJgaI/AAAAAAAAARo/6zyxDBM7iQY/s320/DSC05743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuhmhDDYEBI/AAAAAAAAASA/tfgsR3rTuGw/s1600-h/DSC05752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397676871344721938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuhmhDDYEBI/AAAAAAAAASA/tfgsR3rTuGw/s320/DSC05752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuhmgtAxZII/AAAAAAAAAR4/OrHIqtLUHiI/s1600-h/DSC05749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397676865428219010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuhmgtAxZII/AAAAAAAAAR4/OrHIqtLUHiI/s320/DSC05749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuhmgPYhs0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FmdCpUTEhXU/s1600-h/DSC05748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397676857474790210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuhmgPYhs0I/AAAAAAAAARw/FmdCpUTEhXU/s320/DSC05748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397676882055145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Suhmhq88JtI/AAAAAAAAASI/uXK7_5l69WQ/s320/DSC05756.JPG" /&gt;All Done!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6717163521325832127?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6717163521325832127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6717163521325832127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6717163521325832127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6717163521325832127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/10/spoon-lickn-good.html' title='Spoon Lick&apos;n Good'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/Suhmf1TJgaI/AAAAAAAAARo/6zyxDBM7iQY/s72-c/DSC05743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4676661940441086560</id><published>2009-09-24T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:38:48.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavenworth</title><content type='html'>My mom was in town just this last week and it was great. We spent each day together, it was great to spend time talking, shopping, and hanging out with the Toph. Friday we went to lunch with my aunt Gaile and checked out the new mall in Bellevue Neiman Marcus was pretty cool. Although everything was out of our price range it was great to see the new fashions. My favorite were the shoes and purses. There is some pretty awesome things out there, maybe someday I will actually buy something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Leavenworth. I had never been there before and thought it was so cute. We treated ourselves to homemade chocolate, gingerbread cookies, and danish treats. We enjoyed lunch in the park and walking the cute little streets and looking through shops. We then went out to Asian food for my moms birthday. All you can eat Asian food is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY-MZQYa5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pQr4za8wuOA/s1600-h/Photo+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY-MZQYa5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pQr4za8wuOA/s320/Photo+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397069586109066130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained on the drive all the way, but when we got there it was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY-Au5-u7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/FGsoI9PGlBI/s1600-h/Photo+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY-Au5-u7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/FGsoI9PGlBI/s320/Photo+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397069385762257842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street view of some of the shops and hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY9vENFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uHaZfvjVgz4/s1600-h/Photo+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY9vENFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uHaZfvjVgz4/s320/Photo+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397069082241876802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun old bus that fits right in with the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY_BkBXXpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CIJGcr4kdjk/s1600-h/Photo+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SuY_BkBXXpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CIJGcr4kdjk/s320/Photo+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397070499531939474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get a good picture of Topher with all the dolls before the store owner came back... This is the best we got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4676661940441086560?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4676661940441086560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4676661940441086560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4676661940441086560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4676661940441086560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/09/momma-love.html' title='Leavenworth'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SuY-MZQYa5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pQr4za8wuOA/s72-c/Photo+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-3621736651578274952</id><published>2009-09-23T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:26:55.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal Does a Body Good</title><content type='html'>Toph tried cereal for the first time on Sunday. We put a bib on him, strapped him in his chair, and began the fun. He knew that something exciting was going to happen because we were all standing around him with excitement and the video camera running. He just sat in his chair smiling and kicking. I don't think he had any clue. He was such a great sport smiling the entire time. He ate all of it, we were so proud. He didn't do as great the second night. I don't think he was as hungry or maybe he knew what was coming. He didn't wine or fuss at all but he wouldn't open his mouth. My mom told me I should get out the video camera and see how well he does. Maybe next time. HAHAHA!!! Here are a few photos of his first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397301246467090146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SucQ4zVxpuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NbtAcP1CCcw/s320/DSC05345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397301252954337650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SucQ5LgdMXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sTb8wizn6S0/s320/DSC05351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397301261653653474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SucQ5r6iN-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/sSd5OoNvLrs/s320/DSC05354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-3621736651578274952?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3621736651578274952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=3621736651578274952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3621736651578274952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3621736651578274952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/09/cereal-does-body-good.html' title='Cereal Does a Body Good'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SucQ4zVxpuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NbtAcP1CCcw/s72-c/DSC05345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6910644377064028699</id><published>2009-09-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:29:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN WITH THE FAM</title><content type='html'>We have had a great time these past few weeks with family. Chris's sister Nicole and niece Daisy came to visit September 7th - 14th. I really enjoyed getting to know them better without the hustle and bustle of a wedding. Last time they were in town Chris and I were getting married. YIKES !!!! Time goes by way to quick. We all hung out Monday night after they flew in. Nicole had plans on Tuesday so we ate breakfast and dinner together. I went to Seattle Wednesday afternoon (it was suppose to be in the morning but I was running late and got lost so morning turned into afternoon). Then Toph and I hung out with Daisy for the rest of the day while Nicole enjoyed a girls night in Seattle. Thursday the 4 of us and one of Nicoles friends spent the day together. We first tried out a new cupcake shop in Seattle, Yellow Leaf Cafe. super cute. I didn't actually try the cupcakes but they looked really good and everyone else said they tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397500988435502898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SufGjUKElzI/AAAAAAAAARA/hNhQUhP12RY/s320/DSC05187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Point Defience Zoo in Tacoma. We just missed the popular time so there weren't very many animals, but the kids playground was awesome. Friday Nicole, Renae, and me spent some girl time together to celebrate Renaes birthday. Nicole treated us to pedecures and asian treats. I learned that I do not like coconut milk, especially with chunks of coconut. Saturday night we continued our celebration of Renaes birthday by going to Chuck e cheese. We sat by the singing animals. I hadn't been to Chuck e cheese for years but I do remember the singing animals. Woooohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397501514795669666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SufHB9AHWKI/AAAAAAAAARI/Z0DPYgHGF1g/s320/DSC05195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza was pretty good, the rootbeer was great (we don't buy soda very often so when I get around it I tend to go overboard), and the arcade was fun. Toph loved the singing animals, managed to take a nap with all the arcade noise, I was less than a second away from beating Chris at the racing game, and it was really fun watching Chris and Renae play Dance Dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397503059340518802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SufIb24TZZI/AAAAAAAAARg/fS0YJ1TiFWc/s320/DSC05224.JPG" /&gt;Sunday night we went to Chris's dads house for dinner and had chicken. Chris said it was just chicken from Albertsons but I thought it was the best chicken ever. I think I was really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see the week come to an end. I was really enjoying having more family around. Toph and Daisy really hit it off. Daisy would play with Toph all day long. She loved to bring him toys, read to him, sing to him, talk to him, pat his bumb and back like we do, and I think her favorite thing was to hold him. Toph is lucky to have such a loving cousin. Here is a few pictures of our fun week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6910644377064028699?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6910644377064028699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6910644377064028699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6910644377064028699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6910644377064028699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-fam.html' title='FUN WITH THE FAM'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SufGjUKElzI/AAAAAAAAARA/hNhQUhP12RY/s72-c/DSC05187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-8727684518675011464</id><published>2009-09-13T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:25:04.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGH OUT LOUD</title><content type='html'>Topher has been opening his mouth super wide and pretending to laugh or giggle (more like a squeal) for months. One night Chris and I were talking about something and begun laughing uncontrollable.  Topher must have felt left out because he began laughing. He didn't laugh for long and hadn't laughed since, until 2 weeks ago when Chris's sister and niece were visiting.  Chris was playing with Topher and Daisy on the floor.  They were playing with a purple squishy bouncy ball that lights up.  Not sure if it was the lights or the noise but Topher loved it.  We love to watch this video, it makes us laugh every time. Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyY4csAh7hU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyY4csAh7hU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8727684518675011464?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8727684518675011464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8727684518675011464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8727684518675011464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8727684518675011464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/09/laugh-out-loud.html' title='LAUGH OUT LOUD'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-2482596693139321107</id><published>2009-09-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:35:46.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big kid now ... not quite.</title><content type='html'>Our baby boy was officially 4 months old on the 28th of August. We went to his 4 month check-up today. It went really well. I always get a little nervous before going to his doctor because I don't want to get in trouble if he isn't putting on weight. Well, I don't really get in trouble but I do feel bad when Toph isn't reaching the milestones that the doctor is looking for. In preparation I try to feed Toph right before the visit, every ounce counts. I was telling my mother this and she just chuckled and said, "Its funny how when your older you don't eat all day prior to going to the doctor's office. Every pound counts." Toph is doing great. He met all the milestones for a 4 month old. He's just going to be little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toph also got two shots. I tried to prep and sooth him as much as I could. I gave him a pacifier and talked to him while I kissed his cheeck, but by the end of the second shot he kind of lost it. He calmed down pretty quickly once I picked him up. He did get a Sponge Bob Square pants band-aid. Not sure that made it worth it, but it sure looks cute on his little thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;His current stats are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight - 12 lbs. 2.5 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Length - 25 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head - 42 cm circumference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun facts about Toph:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can stand when holding his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can grab for toys around him, loves his toys. He also tosses them when he is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very attentive, listens, makes great eye contact and follows people and voices around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has rolled over three times from his stomach to his back, working on the other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeps 6-7 hours at night and takes two naps a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giggles all the time, still waiting for a full on laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talks constantly. Does really well responding to questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves to be read to. He sits through 1 or 2 books at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves Baby Einstein and Cars (the movie) Actually this is our favorite, but he sits and watches it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has been camping. He loved the camp fire and slept on the hard ground with mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has been on a plane. Flew to Montana when he was 6 weeks old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is very photogenic. He loves to pose for photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to kick. He was playing in his Jumperoo at 9 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snores sometimes when he is sleeping. Funny ... he is actually snoring right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has several girl friends. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377074392978240162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sp80q-RRMqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JORjo7MfOmY/s320/DSC05131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377074399333992610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sp80rV8mSKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vZ93qbvULlI/s320/DSC05133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-2482596693139321107?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2482596693139321107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=2482596693139321107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/2482596693139321107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/2482596693139321107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-big-kid-now-not-quite.html' title='I&apos;m a big kid now ... not quite.'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/Sp80q-RRMqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JORjo7MfOmY/s72-c/DSC05131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4331386188028906995</id><published>2009-08-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:55:47.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Camping trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXk1SMu_II/AAAAAAAAAJI/9eSku70k3FQ/s1600-h/Stake+camp+out+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXk1SMu_II/AAAAAAAAAJI/9eSku70k3FQ/s320/Stake+camp+out+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374453334406003842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ventured out with the rest of our ward to brave the wild for a night (as wild as it gets at Cascade park). I had tried to convince Allison into letting me take Topher to the Father's and Son's camp out. Since Topher was only a couple weeks old, she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXlzjlIHhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hXKidYhMwEw/s1600-h/Stake+camp+out+028-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXlzjlIHhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hXKidYhMwEw/s320/Stake+camp+out+028-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374454404223606290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXjwndXUaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NkJQZlEy3No/s1600-h/Stake+camp+out+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXjwndXUaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NkJQZlEy3No/s320/Stake+camp+out+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374452154701926818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first to arrive which gave us the responsibility to chose the spot, move picnic tables, and start the fire. We decided to make tin foil dinners so the fire was high on the priority. When others arrived they would make comments like "don't pitch the tent next to the Nelson's... they have baby". Fortunately we have an amazing baby and was well behaved. Unfortunately for others, we had some "bears" aka snorers... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXkPWW6G2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MSzNSpR3c3Y/s1600-h/Stake+camp+out+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXkPWW6G2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MSzNSpR3c3Y/s320/Stake+camp+out+129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374452682687388514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXlOp2Q-bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vETO4y_Qd2Q/s1600-h/Stake+camp+out+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXlOp2Q-bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vETO4y_Qd2Q/s320/Stake+camp+out+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374453770250942898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topher loved watching the fire and we enjoyed talking to our friends, roasting marshmallows, and sleeping on the hard ground. (ok maybe not the last part, our inflatable mattress has a hole). Whatever the case we were well equipped with camping gear which we inherited from our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXkmJJ27bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C0a1sBXWoXo/s1600-h/Stake+camp+out+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXkmJJ27bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C0a1sBXWoXo/s320/Stake+camp+out+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374453074279984562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Toph's personal tent........ I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4331386188028906995?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4331386188028906995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4331386188028906995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4331386188028906995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4331386188028906995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-camping-trip.html' title='1st Camping trip'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SpXk1SMu_II/AAAAAAAAAJI/9eSku70k3FQ/s72-c/Stake+camp+out+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4837807643510994459</id><published>2009-08-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:35:55.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Trip... Or so it would appear</title><content type='html'>So I just returned home from another adventure in California. While it was filled with a mixture of business and fun, the best part is always coming home to my family.  I flew Virgin America and the flight feels more like a nightclub meets space shuttle, then an airplane. Mood lighting, with spa-like music, and clean crisp white seats set a mood to be enjoyed even in coach. (Perhaps I have flown Southwest, or Alaska for far to long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SoztikHk30I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DrOygko-NKU/s1600-h/pkphotomaincabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SoztikHk30I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DrOygko-NKU/s320/pkphotomaincabin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371929633612947266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the opportunity to come home a day early, so I took it. With typical airlines you have to pay a fee to change reservations (or go standby). When I called to change my reservation, they informed me that it would cost $75. (FYI- I wouldn't be paying for it, my boss would) But they gave me an option. If I upgraded they would wave the re-booking fee, and I would only have to pay the difference. The difference... $35... so of course to save my boss some money, I upgraded to first-class. Although Virgin is somewhat limited in where they fly, I would highly recommend it to anyone flying where they fly. (even if you don't fly first-class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SozuCuQQIdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fhNLbSN8CHA/s1600-h/pkphotofirstclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SozuCuQQIdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fhNLbSN8CHA/s320/pkphotofirstclass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371930186089505234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4837807643510994459?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4837807643510994459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4837807643510994459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4837807643510994459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4837807643510994459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-class.html' title='Space Trip... Or so it would appear'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SoztikHk30I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DrOygko-NKU/s72-c/pkphotomaincabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7350687303008257044</id><published>2009-08-04T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:52:05.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Time</title><content type='html'>Most of the Libraries in our area offer story time to kids of all ages. I have had several mothers tell me there kids love story time at the library, especially the Mukilteo library. Chris and I went on a library outing this last weekend. We first went to the Everett library since it is the closest but we do not live in there district and were told we would need to pay for a library card. A major perk of a library is the fact that you can check out books for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we were not going to pay for a card so we decided to go to the Mukilteo library where it is free to check out books. We originally went to rent a few videos, books, and learning kits for Toph but picked up some activity information while we were there. I was very excited to see that this particular library offered a Baby Story time. I'm sure Toph was just as excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class was really fun. There were about 10 other moms/grandmas with kids under the age of 18 months. We first introduced ourselves and the baby that was with us and sung the Hello song to each person. Then the teacher read a story out loud (it was about vehicles and the noises they make), followed by an alphabet song, a coo-coo song, a rhyme, and playtime. Toph was very attentive. He loved the interactive songs and watching the other children play. There was a little girl that must have thought Toph was pretty cute. She wanted to play with all the toys he was playing with and kept bringing more toys (particularly the colored balls) for him to play with. She was a great sharer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will definitely be going back. There are a lot of parents that come every week. It will be fun getting to know them better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366222803586251490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SninNVlb-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lD60ATahtyE/s320/DSC04807-1.JPG" /&gt;We got the yellow pom-pom. This was for waving around as we danced in a circle around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366223317323078258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SninrPZ12nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nnEwqY4Ynuw/s320/DSC04808-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366223328211430338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sninr39068I/AAAAAAAAAPg/pakV1vPj3kY/s320/DSC04809-1.JPG" /&gt;They dumped out a whole tote full of toys for the kids to play with. It took me a while to get Toph to play with the toys because he was to interested in watching the other kids run around and go crazy over the balls and tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366224152311755522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sniob1-p8wI/AAAAAAAAAPo/UVkweadFvLw/s320/DSC04811-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rough day. I guess reading puts you to sleep no matter how old you are. HAHAHA!!! Like mother like son. I'm just glad we made it through story time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7350687303008257044?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7350687303008257044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7350687303008257044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7350687303008257044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7350687303008257044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading-time.html' title='Reading Time'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SninNVlb-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lD60ATahtyE/s72-c/DSC04807-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7118947573360027542</id><published>2009-08-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:03:33.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>So from day three (which is when we went into meet with the pediatrician for the first time) we have been watching Toph's weight. He has been a happy healthy baby from day one but not as heavy as the doctor or the charts show that he should be. Therefore, we have been into the doctors often often for weight checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tried to weigh him at home periodically but our scale isn't as accurate which is important when every ounce counts. My Dad told us we should place him in the scales at the grocery stores. Every time we would go into a store Chris and I would eye the scales but never got up the nerve to place him in. Last week we were at Top Foods and the place was practically empty so I was trying to talk Chris into placing Toph in one of the produce scales or the scale for the pound candy/snacks. Every time we got close to doing it an employee would walk by plus the scales were kind of high and hung from the ceiling. So we chickened out. We decided to just wait for his doctors appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in this afternoon for a weight check and I talked them into measuring his length and head, after all I wanted to attempt to get my moneys worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 10.15 pounds 7%&lt;br /&gt;Length - 24.25 inches 75%&lt;br /&gt;Head - 39 cm circumference 10%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7118947573360027542?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7118947573360027542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7118947573360027542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7118947573360027542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7118947573360027542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-801486910962502345</id><published>2009-07-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:44:21.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mov'n On Up</title><content type='html'>I know this post is a little late since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 10 weeks today but I wanted to update everyone regarding&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;growth. Below are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; statistics as of June 23rd, his two month check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 9 lbs 4 1/2 oz&lt;br /&gt;Length - 23 1/4 inches&lt;br /&gt;Head &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Circumference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 38 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ....&lt;br /&gt;Focuses on objects other than faces. Loves to lay on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; mat and watch the toys hanging above him. It is fun to see his reaction when he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; hits one.&lt;br /&gt;Follows voices, turns his head towards light and noise.&lt;br /&gt;Has recieved two immunization shots.&lt;br /&gt;Holds and kind of shakes his rattle.&lt;br /&gt;Talks constantly, tells stories as Grandpa says.&lt;br /&gt;Has been to two movies, one being in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Imax&lt;/span&gt;. (Wolverine and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Has been to the Pacific Science Center.&lt;br /&gt;Has been on an airplane from Seattle to Montana and endured an 8 hour drive back.&lt;br /&gt;Has been to his first Cub Scout day camp.&lt;br /&gt;Has witnessed (or slept through) fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Has gone in our pool. Once with Dad, once with Mom and twice with Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;Takes a pacifier when he's tired, takes a bottle when we are out and about, and is a great eater.&lt;br /&gt;Has dark blue eyes and his hair is starting to turn red.&lt;br /&gt;Takes one or two good naps a day and has officially slept through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355970376857625170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQ6rjwdIlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ogJl2SfO9DA/s320/DSC04503-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355970385618943858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQ6sEZUP3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/XukKC6sZjis/s320/DSC04513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-801486910962502345?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/801486910962502345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=801486910962502345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/801486910962502345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/801486910962502345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/07/movn-on-up.html' title='Mov&apos;n On Up'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SlQ6rjwdIlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ogJl2SfO9DA/s72-c/DSC04503-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6757581940757112862</id><published>2009-07-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:51:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>I was extremely excited to be in Montana with my family on Father's day. I absolutely love all the father's in my family (My two brothers Daniel and Chris, my dad, and of course my husband). My father is the greatest father. He is very loving, patient, cheritable, and such a great peacemaker. He makes being a Daddy's girl extremely special and fun. I have really enjoyed watching him interact with Toph. He has been such a great example to me when it comes to interacting with children and expressing patience. Thank you Dad for showing me the traits of a loving Father. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355952937039994882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQq0bX6oAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QVpHfB4ZLsg/s320/DSC04464.JPG" /&gt;It was great to spend Father's day with my entire family, very special that Me, Chris, and Toph were togeather as a family to celebrate Chris' first Father's Day. I woke up early on Sunday to feed Toph and get him ready to wake his dad. I wrote out "Happy Fathers Day" (in sloppy hand writting like a child would, which was my brothers idea) and ironed it on a onesie. It was super cute if you ask me. Then I took him into Chris for a wake up call. I guess you could say .... Toph was Chris' Father's Day gift, Toph and a kiss. Probably the most valuable gift I have ever given someone, but completely worth it. Chris is an amazing Dad. I think it has come to surprise Chris just how much he could love Toph. It brings a tear to my eye remembering Chris' first reaction to Toph when he was born. Chris was the first one to see Toph and hold him. Chris was crying as he brought Toph to me. Chris just kept saying, "Babe he is perfect. He is so beautiful." He was a proud Father from the first moment he saw Toph. He has been exceeding my expectations every day. Chris loves his Toph time. He can get Toph to smile and calm down when no one else can and he always seems to know exactly what to do. His support and love make my job as Mom alot easier. Thanks Babe ... I appreciate all you do. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957996310379026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQva6n-OhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5RgYMLlFsoY/s320/DSC04436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957982994591346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQvaJBPbnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xPgNcoKJ2C4/s320/DSC04444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957992919325090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQvat_e2aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/h2qsnXkx76Q/s320/DSC04445.JPG" /&gt;Then we ate breakfast and headed to church. Shortly after we got home from church My brother and his wife and there little guy were at our house. Daniel, Katy, and Kyler were meeting Toph for the first time. At first Kyler (19 months) would start crying when his mom would hold Toph. He was fine once Uncle Chris distracted him with the Wii. A few hours later my other brother and his family showed up. It was great; we visited, ate, played games, and took family photos.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355965735543483010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQ2dZg7qoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sX7VN0DVu1k/s320/DSC04457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355962145942358322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SlQzMdNVSTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cqcADPOk_iw/s320/Picture+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6757581940757112862?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6757581940757112862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6757581940757112862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6757581940757112862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6757581940757112862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SlQq0bX6oAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QVpHfB4ZLsg/s72-c/DSC04464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6284789482562575132</id><published>2009-07-07T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:52:10.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Crazy!!!!</title><content type='html'>The first couple weeks Toph slept a 4-5 hour stretch at night. Then we took him into the pediatrician and he wasn't gaining weight like our Doctor wanted so I was told to wake him every 2-3 hours, day or night. After doing this for a few weeks I thought I had ruined his chances for sleeping through the night since I had created a habit of him eating every 2-3 hours during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when things changed ... it seemed like one day Toph was waking me up every 3 hours and then the next I was waking up before Toph. For the past week Toph has been going to bed around 10 or 11 pm and waking up around 5 or 6 am. Saturday night he actually slept 8 hours. WOW!!! It feels very strange not getting up several times during the night. I still wake up a couple times to go check on him, especially since the sun comes up so early and it makes me feel like he should be up also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rocking Toph to sleep the other day and felt kind of sad that he might no longer need me in the middle of the night. No more routine middle of the night feedings (At least for right now, I'm sure there will be several times in his life that he will wake up in the night) that result in Toph coming back to bed with us.:( Don't get me wrong I love getting a full night sleep but it definitely is bitter sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6284789482562575132?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6284789482562575132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6284789482562575132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6284789482562575132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6284789482562575132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call Me Crazy!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7926744019391604432</id><published>2009-06-09T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:36:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap .... What Nap???</title><content type='html'>When a baby stays up all day and finally falls a sleep at 8:00pm is this considered a nap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day began this morning (well when you wake up every 3-4 hours during the night I am not sure there is a definite indication between night and day, therefore there isn't really a morning) when Toph woke up at 2:30 to eat. Usually at night he eats fairly quickly and lets me put him back in his crib. He must have still been super sleepy because he fell asleep eating. He seemed to be completely out so I decided to place him back into his crib. As soon as I put him down he instantly woke up, eyes as wide as possible. I decided to feed him a little more and rock him to sleep before I put him back in his crib. Little did I know this was going to be the pattern for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like clock work he woke up 3 hours later. This time I decided to bring him back to bed with me once he was finished eating. Sometimes he sleeps longer when he is in bed with us. Although he was asleep he moaned and groaned and made every noise imaginable until about 7:30. He kind of woke himself up so I decided to take him into the Living Room, I thought maybe Chris would want to get a couple hours of good sleep before he had to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to get Toph back to sleep after he ate around 9:30, but only for an hour or so and I had to lay with him until he fell asleep. He woke up around 11:00and continued to fall asleep at each feeding and fought sleeping from that point on. He was so tired that he could hardly eat. He would fall asleep as soon as he started eating and I couldn't do anything to wake him except for putting him down. He could be snoring and be completely limp and unresponsive but the minute I put him down he would wake up. I tried everything; putting him in his crib, on our bed, in his swing, laying down with him, or placing him on the couch. NOTHING WAS WORKING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he didn't open his eyes right when I put him down He would start crying once he noticed he wasn't being held.  He would cry until I came and picked him up. He would then look at me and smile huge as though he was showing me he was happy and not tired and that he was O.K. to stay up. His smiles only lasted a few minutes until he would start to doze off. I think he would have succeeded in putting himself to sleep but he kept waking himself up. He would get so tired that he would start fussing until I picked him up and rocked him to sleep. Then the cycle started all over again. He fought sleep, kind of fell asleep, would wake up, would eat, would fall asleep (just a few minutes at a time), would wake up, would get rocked while he fought sleep until it was time to eat. This went on until 8:00 pm tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, I love being home with Toph and feel such an overwhelming love each time I get to cuddle with him and rock him to sleep, the key word being sleep.  Not sure today was one of our most fun days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day .... not our usual day. Thank goodness, because I am completely worn out. I finally got him to sleep around 8:00pm until 11:00pm. He is now back to sleep. Hopefully for a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go to bed to make the best of his sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7926744019391604432?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7926744019391604432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7926744019391604432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7926744019391604432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7926744019391604432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/06/nap-what-nap.html' title='Nap .... What Nap???'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4497995673777303123</id><published>2009-05-31T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:02:23.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it to ONE MONTH!!!</title><content type='html'>SO ..... I was just kidding when I said I would like for our little guy to stay little forever. I hope Toph hears me when I say, "It's O.K. to gain weight and grow longer."  Hahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is kind of bitter sweet. It makes me sad to think of how fast Topher will grow up but it's also not fun going to weigh-in appointments weekly to measure how much he has gained. Unlike Mom, he doesn't seem to be too stressed. He is a very happy baby.  He sleeps 3-4 hour stretches at night and gets in at least one good nap a day. He is starting to smile more and make noises that we intreprett as laughing.  Everything is going great ... We are loving being parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 7 lbs 14 oz&lt;br /&gt;Length - 21 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference - 37 centimeters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMcevRraGI/AAAAAAAAANI/oR8nphscH84/s1600-h/DSC04034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMcevRraGI/AAAAAAAAANI/oR8nphscH84/s200/DSC04034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144897403807842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMceEBWLRI/AAAAAAAAANA/c26hKWBq3gw/s1600-h/DSC04027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMceEBWLRI/AAAAAAAAANA/c26hKWBq3gw/s200/DSC04027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144885792582930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMcdyXZvFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/G_b8wS4rDuY/s1600-h/DSC04014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMcdyXZvFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/G_b8wS4rDuY/s200/DSC04014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144881053252690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMcdo4TkFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7Onsjux20ok/s1600-h/DSC04012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SiMcdo4TkFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7Onsjux20ok/s200/DSC04012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144878506905682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4497995673777303123?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4497995673777303123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4497995673777303123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4497995673777303123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4497995673777303123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-made-it-to-one-month.html' title='We made it to ONE MONTH!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SiMcevRraGI/AAAAAAAAANI/oR8nphscH84/s72-c/DSC04034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7601566358980670325</id><published>2009-05-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:10:42.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Picnic Point Park with our ward's play group. We had tons of fun. I have been waiting 9 months to go to play group. Toph did great. He slept on the way to and from the park and pretty much the entire time we were there. He woke up just long enough to eat and scope out his surroundings. (He loves to open just one eye to see what is going on around him.  I guess he is seeing if it is worth opening the other eye) He didn't seem to care that we weren't at home, probably because we were in a warm place and mom was holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't introduce him to sand (rocks, there were more rocks than sand) or beach water. As you can see in the photos he wasn't really dressed for swimming. I did put sun screen on his face, neck, and hands/arms but tried to keep him covered for most of the time. A baby with a sun burn .... No thank you. Sun burns are horrible as an adult I wouldn't want to try and console an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been really enjoying the nice weather and look forward to the remainder of summer. Hopefully we have more days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Our little guy is one month today. Crazy how fast time flies. He is starting to smile and laugh as and interaction with us and not just after he passes gas. (It's the little things that make my day!!!) We go in for his one month check-up tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed that we have passed the 8 pound mark. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OFsv7HiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/C9tQXnWscCc/s1600-h/DSC03981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073542903176738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OFsv7HiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/C9tQXnWscCc/s320/DSC03981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OFMd122I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wX8SYjZOxZ0/s1600-h/DSC03993-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073534237399906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OFMd122I/AAAAAAAAAMA/wX8SYjZOxZ0/s320/DSC03993-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OEx53J7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3dgYymZzRhM/s1600-h/DSC03983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073527107168178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OEx53J7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3dgYymZzRhM/s320/DSC03983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OEj_-YuI/AAAAAAAAALw/f-hRZGdHTAY/s1600-h/DSC03979-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341073523374711522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OEj_-YuI/AAAAAAAAALw/f-hRZGdHTAY/s320/DSC03979-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7601566358980670325?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7601566358980670325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7601566358980670325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7601566358980670325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7601566358980670325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day at the Beach'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/Sh9OFsv7HiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/C9tQXnWscCc/s72-c/DSC03981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-2102500590382728948</id><published>2009-05-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:31:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things he does...</title><content type='html'>It's fun to watch our little guy and wonder what he is thinking about, looking at, dreaming of, or whatever. I haven't really spent a lot of time around baby's (other than being the goofy type uncle to all your kids). In other words I haven't had the time to watch and observe things babies do that mimic what an adult would do, and although it may appear obvious to some of you, it's a lot of fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching when he wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoPqHiq-LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BkVJ_vNaCJM/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoPqHiq-LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BkVJ_vNaCJM/s320/DSC03631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597524454537394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with one hand above his head (although it picture looks posed, it's not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoPz4D0jlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Opeipq-nieY/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoPz4D0jlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Opeipq-nieY/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597692097302098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm over his eyes when it's bright out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoP-L08qgI/AAAAAAAAAII/p7tZj1QuwXs/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoP-L08qgI/AAAAAAAAAII/p7tZj1QuwXs/s320/DSC03740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597869202319874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the look I get when I did something I shouldn't have... THE EVIL EYE! (probably the look I'll get for the next picture) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoQH06BQXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uT2DujsbtVs/s1600-h/DSC03852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoQH06BQXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uT2DujsbtVs/s320/DSC03852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339598034848268658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topher slipping in some tongue when he kisses.... Ha HA Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoRBL_jj7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lf31A9fgMQg/s1600-h/DSC03681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoRBL_jj7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lf31A9fgMQg/s320/DSC03681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339599020298047410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-2102500590382728948?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2102500590382728948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=2102500590382728948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/2102500590382728948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/2102500590382728948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-he-does.html' title='Things he does...'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/ShoPqHiq-LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BkVJ_vNaCJM/s72-c/DSC03631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1309291220724803380</id><published>2009-05-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:29:51.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have been up to ...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share a few photos from the last few weeks.  Toph is already starting to change so much from his first couple of days.  Nanna told him he is no longer a newborn now that he lost his umbilical cord.  I wish I could say he is getting bigger but he isn't really putting on weight.  We are still working on getting back upto his birth weight, but we will get there soon.  He was born at 7 lbs 10oz and dropped to 6 lbs 15oz. They told us it's usual to lose some weight and that our goal would be to have him back to his original weight at the two week mark.  We will see how much he weighs at his appointment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he is almost 3 weeks old, time goes by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Our Little Gu - 3 weeks/07dbc1d2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Our%20Little%20Gu%20-%203%20weeks/?action=view&amp;current=07dbc1d2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1309291220724803380?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1309291220724803380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1309291220724803380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1309291220724803380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1309291220724803380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-we-have-been-up-to.html' title='What we have been up to ...'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5052071932256272692</id><published>2009-05-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:34:58.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgjVEXhzhRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NGtv61L-yJU/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgjVEXhzhRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NGtv61L-yJU/s320/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334748029632349458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my wife's first mothers day. She has only been a mother for 12 days but has amazed me. I love watching her do the things that mothers love to do. To those who have heard me joke about being a stay at home dad, I say to you, suga momma's are great, but baby's momma's are better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison worked right up until the due date, and I think she probably would have worked up to the day (and even the day after). Her strength astonishes and inspires me. People have asked how I like being a dad, and all I can say is that Allison is such a good mom that it makes being a dad easy. She is wonderful and I'm so glad she loves being a mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5052071932256272692?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5052071932256272692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5052071932256272692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5052071932256272692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5052071932256272692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgjVEXhzhRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NGtv61L-yJU/s72-c/Picture+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4346332746493906792</id><published>2009-05-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:24:51.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lookin Baby</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest worries was that I would get one of "those babies"... You know a baby that is cute because it's a baby, but really actually kinda ugly. Yeah I got a great looking wife which clearly was passed on to him. But after looking at some pictures I thought to myself does Topher look like a baby Oompa Loompa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgE5w1iiSvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4s8nTLS9WJ4/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgE5w1iiSvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4s8nTLS9WJ4/s200/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332606944951814898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgE6FQ5Ik9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Qwd5YTBUx9A/s1600-h/oompaloompa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgE6FQ5Ik9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Qwd5YTBUx9A/s200/oompaloompa.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332607295891739602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Allison loves staying up to bond with Toph. It may have sounded otherwise, but I had to beg to stay up with Toph alone. Thanks to all those who ave given us words of enouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4346332746493906792?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4346332746493906792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4346332746493906792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4346332746493906792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4346332746493906792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-of-my-biggest-worries-was-that-i.html' title='Good Lookin Baby'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SgE5w1iiSvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4s8nTLS9WJ4/s72-c/Picture+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-8706542680925537794</id><published>2009-05-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:10:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR NIGHT ...</title><content type='html'>So Friday and Sunday night were a little long. No matter how much I fed the little guy he wouldn't go to sleep, at least not for the 2-3 hours he was typically sleeping after each feeding. So I got to thinking, what can I do to prepare him a little more for night time and sleeping longer stretches? I did some reading and decided to try and keep him awake for longer spans during the day, not allowing him to sleep after every feeding. We also decided to try and keep him awake for the 2-3 hours before his 10:00 feeding and then plump him up and put him in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 10:00 came and we were right on schedule. We put him in his crib and hurried up and went to bed. I hadn't slept in our bed since we left the hospital, and it felt like forever since I had cuddled with my Hubby. We chose to sleep in the living room the last couple nights since I was still sore and our bed is a little high and I would have woken Chris up a million times each night. Since he is the one getting up and going to work he needs his sleep so we try to be as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discrete&lt;/span&gt; as possible during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 20 minutes later that we heard him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whimper.  I was &lt;/span&gt;trying to lay really still (as though that would help him stay quite and go back to sleep) and holding my breath that he would just fall back asleep. That didn't work. Chris got up to find that he needed his diaper changed and to bust out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; so mom could get some sleep. That lasted for about an hour. I got up around 11:30 to feed him and then put him back in his crib and went back to bed. He woke up again around 3:15. We ate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; had milk and I had cereal. I then decided to stay on the couch. Sleep is sleep no matter where you are. Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; woke up for the day at 7:55. Well just long enough to hang out with Dad and to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a GREAT NIGHT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8706542680925537794?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8706542680925537794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8706542680925537794' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8706542680925537794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8706542680925537794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-night.html' title='OUR NIGHT ...'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-3167537742382668208</id><published>2009-05-05T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:06:14.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Stats</title><content type='html'>Name: Topher James Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Born: April 28th @ 7:34 pm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 7 lbs 10 oz - He was discharged at 7 lbs 5 oz&lt;br /&gt;Length: 20 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;Came Home: April 30th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-3167537742382668208?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3167537742382668208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=3167537742382668208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3167537742382668208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3167537742382668208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-stats.html' title='Baby Stats'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-4094276450735344198</id><published>2009-05-01T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:51:09.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote (Eyes)</title><content type='html'>I have been asked plenty of questions. Where did we get that name, who does he look like, etc. Well to tell you the truth I think he is to cute to be mine, but we thought we would leave it up to a vote. Whose eyes, ears, and mouth does he have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu1BYe5qmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q3bYMMn4xts/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu1BYe5qmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q3bYMMn4xts/s200/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331053619279669858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu04Tf93jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/h_8JdFO4sag/s1600-h/DSC03461-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu04Tf93jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/h_8JdFO4sag/s200/DSC03461-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331053463323139634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu00aeL2BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kXp1FjHLDOA/s1600-h/DSC03461-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu00aeL2BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kXp1FjHLDOA/s200/DSC03461-5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331053396475238418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4094276450735344198?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4094276450735344198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4094276450735344198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4094276450735344198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4094276450735344198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/vote.html' title='Vote (Eyes)'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfu1BYe5qmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q3bYMMn4xts/s72-c/DSC03582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-6945846920834889790</id><published>2009-05-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:43:39.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzCYJLoYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ID9fqBp-GO0/s1600-h/DSC03582-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzCYJLoYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ID9fqBp-GO0/s200/DSC03582-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331051437345186178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzJMjlHqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9ErHKAl2MPY/s1600-h/DSC03461-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzJMjlHqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9ErHKAl2MPY/s200/DSC03461-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331051554493767330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzRgDc26I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nrD8b7QCsdM/s1600-h/DSC03461-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzRgDc26I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nrD8b7QCsdM/s200/DSC03461-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331051697166670754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6945846920834889790?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6945846920834889790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6945846920834889790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6945846920834889790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6945846920834889790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/nose.html' title='Nose'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzCYJLoYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ID9fqBp-GO0/s72-c/DSC03582-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5419259369676452625</id><published>2009-05-01T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:46:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfuz6dFDRcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gmf4eXRt1-4/s1600-h/DSC03582-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfuz6dFDRcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gmf4eXRt1-4/s200/DSC03582-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331052400742712770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzyoGaDNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qePEk6ljZNU/s1600-h/DSC03461-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuzyoGaDNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qePEk6ljZNU/s200/DSC03461-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331052266262236370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuztNUMPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Mi_wzoEiIXs/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfuztNUMPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Mi_wzoEiIXs/s200/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331052173172948514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5419259369676452625?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5419259369676452625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5419259369676452625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5419259369676452625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5419259369676452625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/mouth.html' title='Mouth'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfuz6dFDRcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gmf4eXRt1-4/s72-c/DSC03582-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-3209742198441239688</id><published>2009-05-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:57:49.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bath</title><content type='html'>Ok so I hope that I don't turn into one of those dad's that I only post about the kid, but can you blame me!?!? The bath was actually, the first hair wash. Allison wanted to do it, and since his temperature can drop quickly I didn't get a lot of pics, but here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfso702sK9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/432eKtuielY/s1600-h/Picture+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfso702sK9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/432eKtuielY/s200/Picture+191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330899592188537810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfsogBkVl8I/AAAAAAAAADw/OIQr0CZw8AU/s1600-h/Picture+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfsogBkVl8I/AAAAAAAAADw/OIQr0CZw8AU/s200/Picture+189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330899114564884418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfspOpL03vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N0NJjXGDTPY/s1600-h/Picture+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfspOpL03vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N0NJjXGDTPY/s200/Picture+193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330899915473477362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfsp52YBkXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6ZPLA94oF8w/s1600-h/Picture+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfsp52YBkXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6ZPLA94oF8w/s200/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330900657748676978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-3209742198441239688?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3209742198441239688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=3209742198441239688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3209742198441239688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3209742198441239688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-bath.html' title='First Bath'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfso702sK9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/432eKtuielY/s72-c/Picture+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1303846958497384368</id><published>2009-04-29T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:16:15.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topher'/><title type='text'>Story of a Yawn</title><content type='html'>So Topher is becoming a model, and does what I need on command (ok not really). As I was taking a pictures of him, he started to yawn and this is what I got... I love the last picture!!! I think he may have pooped his pants right after he yawned, because he looks super happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfihCiU1urI/AAAAAAAAADI/YFyKp9C0H9A/s1600-h/IMG_4473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfihCiU1urI/AAAAAAAAADI/YFyKp9C0H9A/s320/IMG_4473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330187223939005106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfijoqnEWEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dB8mmRUbXzs/s1600-h/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfijoqnEWEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dB8mmRUbXzs/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330190078021228610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfimpwEh45I/AAAAAAAAADo/F3k6JV6jDdk/s1600-h/IMG_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfimpwEh45I/AAAAAAAAADo/F3k6JV6jDdk/s320/IMG_4476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330193395201729426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfilKdP-nCI/AAAAAAAAADY/3I3VLHl3HtM/s1600-h/IMG_4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfilKdP-nCI/AAAAAAAAADY/3I3VLHl3HtM/s320/IMG_4474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330191758061902882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfil8Fk0DwI/AAAAAAAAADg/ArdtwCKBq7o/s1600-h/IMG_4475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/Sfil8Fk0DwI/AAAAAAAAADg/ArdtwCKBq7o/s320/IMG_4475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330192610700300034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfigP58HTHI/AAAAAAAAADA/LmFO4d-mL2Q/s1600-h/IMG_4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfigP58HTHI/AAAAAAAAADA/LmFO4d-mL2Q/s320/IMG_4472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330186354104421490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1303846958497384368?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1303846958497384368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1303846958497384368' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1303846958497384368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1303846958497384368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-of-yawn.html' title='Story of a Yawn'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SfihCiU1urI/AAAAAAAAADI/YFyKp9C0H9A/s72-c/IMG_4473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5564415057976489557</id><published>2009-04-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:38:43.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topher James</title><content type='html'>We will write our story once the Euphoria wears off... We've received a lot of request for pictures, so here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/b2cecc03.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/?action=view&amp;current=b2cecc03.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5564415057976489557?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5564415057976489557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5564415057976489557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5564415057976489557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5564415057976489557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/topher-james.html' title='Topher James'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1773306545513804260</id><published>2009-04-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:11:14.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update .....</title><content type='html'>We went to our 40 week check-up this morning. I was kind of excited to see our nurse and doctor since we weren't able to meet with either of them last week. I realized I had a lot of questions when I missed an appointment and knew that I could go into labor any day. When I originally made this appointment I never thought I would be going to it. I thought, O-ya sign me up for a 10:00 appointment on April 23rd but why would I need an appointment after my due date. Well I needed it and might need one next week at the rate we are going. According to our doctor if we let my body and our little guy progress naturally he probably wouldn't be born until May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some might not agree with the decision that Chris and I have made but we have decided to be induced if the little guy doesn't come before next Tuesday. We will be a little over 41 weeks and feel that it would be best to be induced. I know there might be complications associated with being induced but there are also problems that come with being over due. So we have an induction date of April 28th. We go into the hospital Monday night to begin our journey or I should say Toph's journey into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still hoping he will come on his own in the next few days but if not we have a back-up plan. I never really wanted to think about or discuss being induced. I kept telling myself that he was going to come early or on time, but I kind of knew when I woke up each day feeling "to good" that he was going to be a little late. Even now sometimes I want to go to bed or wake up super uncomfortable and feeling crazy painful contractions . Never thought I would ever want to be uncomfortable or in pain but I know that is the only path that will lead to Toph coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we got a couple pictures out of today. The first photo is of us listening to Toph's heart beat. He is doing great, very active. He was moving the entire time we were at the doctor's office. The second photo is of Chris and I standing outside our doctor's office. We are hoping that the next time we are in this office is our 6 week check-up and we are holding a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than no baby things are going great. My house is pretty clean since I have been nesting for weeks, our cupboards are packed, our bags are packed, Toph's bag and car seat are in the car. We are ready; well as ready as first time parents can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328226313485405746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SfGpmhovzjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZWQx5kCIjMQ/s320/DSC03456-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328226319355373314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SfGpm3gQZwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-jeqdGTuNDc/s320/DSC03460-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1773306545513804260?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1773306545513804260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1773306545513804260' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1773306545513804260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1773306545513804260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update .....'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SfGpmhovzjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZWQx5kCIjMQ/s72-c/DSC03456-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7532012089527593970</id><published>2009-04-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:39:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Date &amp; No Baby</title><content type='html'>Friday was my last day of work, which felt great. Well as least for a few weeks. At first I felt a little guilty for being done with work when I still feel energetic and able to work, but then part of me says I deserve to have some time off. It felt great to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wake&lt;/span&gt; up Monday morning and not have to worry about work. I was able to make breakfast for my mom and Hubby and plan out my whole day, and it didn't consist of being inside sitting at a desk. YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was kind of full of suspense since we would like our little guy to come. I would like to prove to the rude nurse that I saw last week that I could have him on our due date, she pretty much told me that I wouldn't have him on my due date. Her comments were,"Your first, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. They never come on time." I felt like she was telling me, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny,&lt;/span&gt; you have no idea." Grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been out walking more these past few days than I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy. Either I am falling for the cliche methods to induce a baby or I can't help but be outside and enjoy the few sunny days here in Seattle. We went to the park last night to play some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; and take some pictures. Now our little guy can see what we were doing while he was supposed to be coming. Instead he is just hanging out inside while we wait in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is now Tuesday and no baby. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; O.K. It just means I get more time with my mom, just the two of us. Something that doesn't happen very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting and will keep you posted when he comes. Don't call us, we will call you. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!   Have a great Day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327215433245417074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/Se4SNjSSXnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LKWL4-JowBQ/s400/Picture+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7532012089527593970?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7532012089527593970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7532012089527593970' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7532012089527593970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7532012089527593970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/due-date-no-baby.html' title='Due Date &amp; No Baby'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/Se4SNjSSXnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LKWL4-JowBQ/s72-c/Picture+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5710483340549199280</id><published>2009-04-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:53:03.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready!!!!</title><content type='html'>One step closer. Even though I seem to not be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;progressing&lt;/span&gt; towards labor, according to my doctor, we are still moving forward as though the little guy will be coming on time. I have been waiting for weeks to put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; in the truck. Chris needed the space in the truck these last few weeks so I had to wait until we got closer to our due date. My eyes really lit up yesterday when Chris came to me and said, "Babe, you can put the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; in the truck tonight if you want." Yeah!!!  Of course I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I just look amazing sitting in the back seat next to our super cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;. I've heard this is where moms sit.  HAHAHA.  Chris and I will be drawing straws to see who gets to sit next to Toph on the way home.  I am pretty sure my piece of straw will be longer than Chris'.  :)  This image will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; cuter when there is a baby in it. We can't wait!!! Hopefully he doesn't make us wait to much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325098278451283506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SeaMq7EiBjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AiLFe2xCsbI/s320/DSC03443-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325098280074427170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SeaMrBHhOyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HqjcXTyPhro/s320/DSC03450-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5710483340549199280?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5710483340549199280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5710483340549199280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5710483340549199280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5710483340549199280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SeaMq7EiBjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AiLFe2xCsbI/s72-c/DSC03443-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7230496760441219468</id><published>2009-04-15T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:12:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SeaFqb7Ct7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/TK0hsfbjAHs/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SeaFqb7Ct7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/TK0hsfbjAHs/s320/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325090573508589490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SeaFqh5aT0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/L8EJ-o7LXK4/s1600-h/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SeaFqh5aT0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/L8EJ-o7LXK4/s320/DSC03437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325090575112359746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7230496760441219468?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7230496760441219468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7230496760441219468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7230496760441219468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7230496760441219468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/39-weeks.html' title='39 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SeaFqb7Ct7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/TK0hsfbjAHs/s72-c/DSC03432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1035212945925479581</id><published>2009-04-10T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:29:58.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkeys'/><title type='text'>Trying to be an expert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight I was trying to impress a friend of mine, my knowledge of the pregnancy and what not. So I started to tell him about how Allison is feeling, what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; is doing, and that Allison is 50% effaced, just after I said that he replies, "Thanks for the update on her cervix"... Who knew?!?! I just thought it was normal to talk about effacing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilating&lt;/span&gt; and what not, guess I should have figured out what it was I was actually talking about before blurting it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I quickly changed the subject from the cervix, to some of the crazy dreams I have of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt;. Starting a couple weeks ago I have had a dream just about every night of the little guy, and some of them more normal than others, but you wouldn't be reading this if they are normal dreams, so here ya go... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream #1 (I woke up worried with cold sweats)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's not overly long, but he came out looking like a turd... I later found the pic below, and realized it wasn't actually a turd, but a Gorilla! Maybe this dream is due to all the monkeys in his nursery?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323300726982125522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SeApzqBZJ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/PN6_uIp7BTA/s320/Gorilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Related to the first, but in a totally different way... So in the dream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; is a couple weeks old, Allison has gone to work and I am left in charge (yep, in charge!!!). Since there are no women around I feel it appropriate that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; and I have some male bonding time, burping, farting, scratching, you know man stuff. So he and I are just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; out, and I realize that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have his diaper on. No big deal, right? Nope... I soon learn that as I move &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; from one spot in the room to another that he is leaving little poop spots everywhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Disclaimer: I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; if my dreams are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; reality. I realize that there are some that might have gorilla looking babies, or others who make the mistake and leave their husbands in charge, and things happen. This is not meant to make fun, or insult... They are just dreams, I guess I'll just have to wait to see if these dreams become reality. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1035212945925479581?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1035212945925479581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1035212945925479581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1035212945925479581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1035212945925479581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-be-expert.html' title='Trying to be an expert'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SeApzqBZJ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/PN6_uIp7BTA/s72-c/Gorilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5634239434016564760</id><published>2009-04-09T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:08:54.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's Appointment</title><content type='html'>We had our 38 week check-up today and there isn't much to report.  We are only 50% effaced and haven't started to dialate yet.  We were told that he will probably not be entering this world early. So the next hope is that he will come on time. I am predicting he will come the 19th. Chris is predicting that he will come the 23rd. He said he's known this whole time that Toph was going to be late, and I thought I was the one carrying him. :) It's great to see that they are already so connected, well we will see!?!? If he comes from the 18th to the 20th I win and if he comes from the 21st to the 23rd Chris wins.  Not sue what we win, other than a baby, but Chris wanted to make a bet on when he would come so we did.  Sooooooooo now we are just at the end of our waiting game; trying to enjoy every minute since this phase will be over soon.  &lt;br /&gt;Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you think Toph will come ? ? ? ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5634239434016564760?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5634239434016564760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5634239434016564760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5634239434016564760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5634239434016564760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctor&apos;s Appointment'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-7987951987394506789</id><published>2009-04-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:56:42.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/week 38/8dd2fa9d.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/week%2038/?action=view&amp;current=8dd2fa9d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7987951987394506789?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7987951987394506789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7987951987394506789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7987951987394506789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7987951987394506789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1251048930887944677</id><published>2009-04-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:34:39.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>So Allison finally let me get a SLR camera, and since I am taking photography 101 I thought I would get in some practice. This last Sunday the weather was super nice I was able to convince Allison to let me take pictures of her. She'll post them soon... (I'm not allowed to pic the pictures)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1251048930887944677?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1251048930887944677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1251048930887944677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1251048930887944677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1251048930887944677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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-461233228781230318.post-6674114159732059756</id><published>2009-04-04T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:16:56.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crownmolding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><title type='text'>Cure for pregnancy vicissitudes</title><content type='html'>So I have my theories, and although they may seem a little insensitive or tough, they often times have a source of truth. So my wife has weathered her pregnancy in stride, and often hears comments like "wow your that far along". I wouldn't say she's had an easy pregnancy, because I don't think being pregnant is by any means easy. But if I could make a suggestion to the husbands out there... put your woman to work! HA HA HA... Ok so that sounds super harsh, but Allison has been such a hard worker and I think that has contributed to the easiness she has experienced. Last night Allison was helping me install crown molding, and afterwards thought to myself, maybe she shouldn't be up on a chair! None the less she's amazing, pregnant or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321086930260240994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SdhMXukiqmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Expd23WQ1xU/s320/DSC03339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321086997032479266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SdhMbnUSKiI/AAAAAAAAACE/JkrFE9ekw-g/s320/DSC03338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6674114159732059756?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6674114159732059756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6674114159732059756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6674114159732059756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6674114159732059756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/cure-for-pregnancy-vicissitudes.html' title='Cure for pregnancy vicissitudes'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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/_1NqEtwLbaF8/SdhMXukiqmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Expd23WQ1xU/s72-c/DSC03339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-8956088521830614179</id><published>2009-04-03T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:04:08.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Baby Shower/1e9db123.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Baby%20Shower/?action=view&amp;current=1e9db123.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8956088521830614179?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8956088521830614179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8956088521830614179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8956088521830614179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8956088521830614179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-3862986376201211893</id><published>2009-03-29T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:13:17.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SdA4q2HBVEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EWq2jAxt6yA/s1600-h/DSC03249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318813468655178818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SdA4q2HBVEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EWq2jAxt6yA/s320/DSC03249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-3862986376201211893?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3862986376201211893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=3862986376201211893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3862986376201211893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/3862986376201211893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/36-weeks.html' title='36 Weeks'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SdA4q2HBVEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EWq2jAxt6yA/s72-c/DSC03249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4369074954519340489</id><published>2009-03-26T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:43:08.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Birthing Class'/><title type='text'>Experimenting with Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c836c85c73ea76b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c836c85c73ea76b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331564516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D389C91A7F4CAE5F15E03C81419C126425D89620F.2B1BB4FEF19BA3E67D2A4DA2895116471AC9335E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc836c85c73ea76b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcmnw9K_YVZAfC_vlCHyRBl99n38&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c836c85c73ea76b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331564516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D389C91A7F4CAE5F15E03C81419C126425D89620F.2B1BB4FEF19BA3E67D2A4DA2895116471AC9335E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc836c85c73ea76b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcmnw9K_YVZAfC_vlCHyRBl99n38&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just got a camcorder and although we aren't professionals we wanted to take some video. So Allison and I have taken classes on birthing, and needless to say we try to have fun. This video is on our way to class. Sometimes I don't realize what comes out of my mouth, good thing we have a camcorder to capture my wierdness (I'm the one screaming and breathing). I promise I didn't mean to be a goof, it just happens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4369074954519340489?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c836c85c73ea76b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4369074954519340489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4369074954519340489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4369074954519340489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4369074954519340489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/experimenting-with-video.html' title='Experimenting with Video'/><author><name>Toph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09204184269784689557</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-461233228781230318.post-7007841458778483224</id><published>2009-03-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:20:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Update</title><content type='html'>Chris has done an amazing job getting the nursery ready.  He even exchanged our original matress for one that fit.  The first matress was just a little to big, it was my first attempt.  Other than spending money I mostly just rearrange things and spend way to much time looking at it.  The next thing is artwork and setting up the bookcase.  This weekend we are working on some of the art pieces, we are attempting to paint them ourselves.  Wish us Luck!!!  Toph still needs diapers, clothes, blankets, and all that other stuff that babies need.  So far we have focused on the things that I think benefit me more than Toph, but it has been tons of fun.  We'll post more photos when the room is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Nursery/1b071c0f.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Nursery/?action=view&amp;current=1b071c0f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7007841458778483224?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7007841458778483224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7007841458778483224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7007841458778483224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7007841458778483224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/nursery-update.html' title='Nursery Update'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1612151766138223468</id><published>2009-03-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:45:08.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthing Class</title><content type='html'>On Monday night we attended our first Birthing Class. !!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; !!! I think Chris was hoping it was cancelled with all the snow we got earlier in the day, but we ventured out just in case. Good thing we did, I'm not sure we would have been able to reschedule and with only 5 weeks left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;their isn't&lt;/span&gt; much time left to reschedule. He had no idea how much FUN he was really going to have. HAHAHA!!! There were only 3 other couples which made the class pretty small but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher started out by asking each of us a few questions, kind of an introduction game. Admit, we all loved these games in school. Right? At least we didn't have to list our favorite color or our hobbies. She asked several questions I thought the responses to a couple of them were fun to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been your favorite thing about being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Chris and I responded feeling him move. We both love to feel and watch him move. I watch my belly all the time. I try to get Chris's attention when he Toph starts moving but by the time Chris looks over Toph stops. I think he is also playing with us. It is the best when we play with him by pushing on one side of my belly or part of him (which is protruding out) and watch/feel him move. We have also been playing the hot/cold game and the flashlight game with him. It has been tons of fun. He has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more alert and active the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you could do without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said going to the bathroom every 5 minutes. Many nights I sleep on the couch, its easier to get up a million times. Chris said he could do without the pillow fortress in his bed. Like most pregnant ladies I have several pillows that surround me at night, which seams to grow as the weeks progress. Just between you and me I think he secretly likes the body pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the class went by pretty quick but I think Chris would have loved if the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbuuUjJIxEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/08-m5TU9yTI/s1600-h/chris+and+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313031853467812930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbuuUjJIxEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/08-m5TU9yTI/s200/chris+and+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; class was only 1 hour instead of 2. Good thing we didn't sign up for the 4 hour Saturday course. He seamed to have a lot of fun between playing with the babies in the back of the room (they had baby figures showing the stages of growth. Chris is holding a 30 week old baby.) to counting while I was trying to breath. Towards the end of the class he had to stand behind me while we practiced our breathing because we kept laughing. I couldn't help but laugh when he would sit super close to me and stare at me as he counted ... AND in 1, 2, 3 AND out 1, 2, 3.  He is a very dramatic counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed our first class; the whole night was a blast. I am excited we are taking these classes together. It will be fun getting to know the other couples and just being together and learning how to better prepare for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topher's&lt;/span&gt; arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1612151766138223468?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1612151766138223468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1612151766138223468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1612151766138223468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1612151766138223468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthing-class.html' title='Birthing Class'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SbuuUjJIxEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/08-m5TU9yTI/s72-c/chris+and+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-2850126959958302011</id><published>2009-03-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:25:11.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Weeks Preggo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbSZ85u9i4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZGtK3grygMc/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311039132145650562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbSZ85u9i4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZGtK3grygMc/s320/DSC03054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311038937447262866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbSZxkbP6pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OObOv72qd9s/s320/DSC03043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbSZyOlm9qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9sHTaLTVOvw/s1600-h/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311038948765005474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbSZyOlm9qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9sHTaLTVOvw/s320/DSC03049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-2850126959958302011?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2850126959958302011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=2850126959958302011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/2850126959958302011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/2850126959958302011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/34-weeks-preggo.html' title='34 Weeks Preggo'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SbSZ85u9i4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZGtK3grygMc/s72-c/DSC03054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1405579669857018367</id><published>2009-03-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:08:03.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Visit (by Chris)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I don't typically get the chance to write, because Allison always covers the major (and not so major, but exciting none-the-less). Last night Allison and I had the hospital tour; it was an opportunity to ask questions we may have about the process of THE day. Although I didn't find it overly informative it did make my nerves go wild. As THE day approaches I begin to worry more about my ability to be a good dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allison will undoubtedly be a great mom, and is a great example to me to step up. I just hope Toph will enjoy playing Xbox with me at 2am so Allison can sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I will often times come in the room and Allison will be playing with Toph's clothes. I think maybe she didnt get enough Barbie time when she was little. She loves the little guys clothes, especially pants and shoes. Here are some socks that my mom gave us (I think?) Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311019183051803746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SbSHztkWjGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7HE8FNdZsLg/s320/DSC02912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1405579669857018367?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1405579669857018367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1405579669857018367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1405579669857018367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1405579669857018367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/hospital-visit-by-chris.html' title='Hospital Visit (by Chris)'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SbSHztkWjGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7HE8FNdZsLg/s72-c/DSC02912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4513737396180599100</id><published>2009-02-18T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:06:56.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubby - aka Toph Sr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZy5wSUPacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/arJsQ4KNleQ/s1600-h/DSC02988-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304318700337195458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZy5wSUPacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/arJsQ4KNleQ/s320/DSC02988-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting this photo for my Mom and her co-workers; so people can see how adorable our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; will be. I think he will look just like his Dad. I constantly daydream about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; and the features he will have from each of us. Its such a mystery to think I have been bonding with him for months and I don't have a clue what he will look like, just 9.5 weeks to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4513737396180599100?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4513737396180599100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4513737396180599100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4513737396180599100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4513737396180599100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-hubby-aka-toph.html' title='My Hubby - aka Toph Sr.'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SZy5wSUPacI/AAAAAAAAAFM/arJsQ4KNleQ/s72-c/DSC02988-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-8467311116323260343</id><published>2009-02-15T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:52:38.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 going on 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Week 30/dbdb57ac.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Week%2030/?action=view&amp;current=dbdb57ac.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8467311116323260343?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8467311116323260343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8467311116323260343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8467311116323260343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8467311116323260343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-30.html' title='30 going on 31'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-5324924014954712980</id><published>2009-02-15T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:24:34.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Stuff!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have slowly been collecting some baby stuff since we found out we were having a boy. We got a great pack and play and vibrating chair off Craigslist and a friend gave us a stroller and car-seat combo. I spent Saturday morning cleaning and assembling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZy0rttVYJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5MpEvJAVNWM/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304313124232716434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZy0rttVYJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5MpEvJAVNWM/s200/DSC02965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZyzTPVSUUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HwbycWEKGQ0/s1600-h/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304311604250300738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZyzTPVSUUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HwbycWEKGQ0/s200/DSC02969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We washed all the covers and sanitized every inch. Chris enjoyed watching me attempt to set-up the pack and play. You have to lock the sides before you push down the floor - who would have known. I had to actually read the instructions, how embarrassing. The pack and play has a built-in bassenet which we are going to use in our room for Toph to sleep in for the first few weeks. It was exciting to set it up and put it in our room. Seeing this set-up makes the idea of Toph a little more a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZyzTbl-vyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AAHAamtosX4/s1600-h/DSC02975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304311607541546786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SZyzTbl-vyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AAHAamtosX4/s200/DSC02975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-5324924014954712980?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5324924014954712980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=5324924014954712980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5324924014954712980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/5324924014954712980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-stuff.html' title='Baby Stuff!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SZy0rttVYJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5MpEvJAVNWM/s72-c/DSC02965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-1791904049740033882</id><published>2009-02-06T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:44:41.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right on Schedule.</title><content type='html'>We went to the doctor's today, my last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; before I start going every two weeks. Before I know it I will be going to the doctors every week. Then I will start to panic, this milestone means &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; could come any day. Chris doesn't have school on Friday's so he was able to come with me. It was great to spend some morning time with my hubby and for him to be part of the check-up. Usually the doctor just slightly pushes on my belly to identify the babies position and to roughly measure, what ever it is he measures, to make sure we are right on schedule. This was the first time the doctor used a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;measuring&lt;/span&gt; tape to check our growth. Mom and baby are developing and growing right on schedule for an April 20th delivery. He told us if I continue to progress and grow as I have been we should expect a 7-7 1/2 lb baby. No 9 lb baby in my immediate future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first few times I went to the doctors office.  I felt a little out of place looking around to see many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; ladies who were really showing.  At that point I could only imagine what is was going to like when I started to really show.  It was a great realization to walk in the doctors office and really be showing .... I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going great. I just need to keep my emotions under check for the next few weeks so I don't drive my co-workers and husband crazy. Good Luck To Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1791904049740033882?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1791904049740033882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1791904049740033882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1791904049740033882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1791904049740033882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-on-schedule.html' title='Right on Schedule.'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-1093271117029162119</id><published>2009-02-05T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:16:22.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>I came home from work today to a great surprise; my hubby set-up the crib and bookshelf and unpacked/assembled the rocker glider. Well ... the nursery isn't completely set-up but it's starting to look great. We have been painting the crib for weeks and its great to see it finished and set-up. We just need to do some minor touch ups and put on a clear coat. I couldn't help but get out the bedding to see how it looks with the crib and the other furniture. It's exciting to see all the pieces start to come together. Our second bedroom is beginning to resemble a Nursery. YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SYvA3aOkWWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S9T-TxWqImU/s1600-h/DSC02882.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SYvCmkoDPiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l32N1mYBNdI/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543354453999138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SYvCmkoDPiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l32N1mYBNdI/s200/DSC02877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SYvBQj0wFzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OM60RMboIko/s1600-h/DSC02883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541876770084658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SYvBQj0wFzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OM60RMboIko/s200/DSC02883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-1093271117029162119?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1093271117029162119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=1093271117029162119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1093271117029162119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/1093271117029162119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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/__yq375pamu4/SYvCmkoDPiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l32N1mYBNdI/s72-c/DSC02877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4617574140509279469</id><published>2009-01-31T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:45:07.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love About Being Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I love feeling the baby move. It's the greatest when I am able to relax and just focus on him, usually early in the morning when it's just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I love watching Chris's reaction when he feels the baby move. Especially when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toph&lt;/span&gt; kicks really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I love watching my baby bump grow. It's not fun that the rest of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; gets larger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I love how others try to do things for me. Suddenly a paper clip is the only thing I can lift safely; that and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I love the reactions I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; once people notice that I am pregnant. It has been really fun now that I am really showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; I love how I instantly have a conversation starter. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; since I am not good at starting conversations or engaging in small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I love the instant bond/connection I feel with other mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I love the excitement others express when they see that I am pregnant and how there eyes light up as they place there hand on my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I love the thoughts and excitement of wondering what our baby will look like and his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; I love that Heavenly Father chose Chris and I to raise one of his choice spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; I love shopping for baby stuff - Especially clothes and hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE being pregnant all together. I will miss it, but am really excited to hold him in my arms and welcome him into our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4617574140509279469?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4617574140509279469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4617574140509279469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4617574140509279469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4617574140509279469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-love-about-being-pregnant.html' title='Things I Love About Being Pregnant'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-6866581424414953036</id><published>2009-01-26T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:19:56.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w683.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Week 28/a0b5556b.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s683.photobucket.com/albums/vv198/nelsonallison/Week%2028/?action=view&amp;current=a0b5556b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-6866581424414953036?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6866581424414953036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=6866581424414953036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6866581424414953036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/6866581424414953036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-28.html' title='Week 28'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-7584210569079477810</id><published>2008-12-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:08:53.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're invading my space!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to the doctor's for our 4th check-up appointment. I was very  excited for this appointment because Chris is out of school and his Mom was coming into town. I thought we would all go to my appointment together. I guess hearing the sound of a babies heartbeat is more precious and calming to the mom. Needless to say, they slept right through it. Actually, I almost missed out also. I got to my appointment a little late to hear the receptionist tell me, "Doctor Henderson doesn't do late." Luckily she was able to squeeze us in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely excited to hear that my weight gain is right on schedule ... Phew!! I was a little worried. I thought for sure I was way over with all I ate over Thanksgiving. The best part of the appointment came right before the doctor put the Doppler on my belly. The doctor was able to feel were Toph's head and feet were. He put my fingers right on Toph's head. As I pushed a little and moved my fingers around I was able to feel a little pressure or hard spot as the doc described it. As I was about to lift my fingers Toph hit right were my fingers were. I think he had enough of us pushing him around. You could see my hand jump off my belly. I kind of jumped and the Doc just chuckled. I absolutely love starting my days with Toph reassuring me he is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7584210569079477810?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7584210569079477810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7584210569079477810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7584210569079477810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7584210569079477810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-invading-my-space.html' title='You&apos;re invading my space!!!'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-4470265016031698292</id><published>2008-11-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:26:23.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day we knew we had a Toph (the real version)</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm not as elloquient as my wife when it comes to writing. Today was a great day perhaps because we got what we wanted but also to know that we have a healthy boy. Had it been a girl the excitement may have been the same, but it would have been hard to look at the ultrasound and not see long hair (a typical trait of older girls). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up just a half hour earlier than normal, but was so tired, perhaps because of the tossing and turning of my pregnant wife. As always I drove, and were it not for cruise control I probably would have sped to get there faster. As we arrived to the doctors office my heart beat as though this would be the last day of normalcy. The wait was short and we quickly entered the "dark room" where the doctor shortly entered to begin the ultrasound. Allison laid on the bed and I watched as the doctor turned on the ultrasound and instantly found the baby. My chair was across the room so I had to stand up to see what was going on. I asked a question every few secs, until I thought that perhaps I might be getting on her nerves. It was fun to see the detail of his little spine. The doctor was a great entertainer, she waited till the last moment possible to find out the sex of the baby. The climax would have seemed less climatic had she told us any earlier. I thought I constantly heard her refer to the baby as "him". I dont think she knew what it was until we got the baby to the right angle to see his stuff. I would have to say he is well endowed, but its hard to say... Ha Ha Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4470265016031698292?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4470265016031698292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4470265016031698292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4470265016031698292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4470265016031698292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-we-knew-we-had-toph-real-version.html' title='The day we knew we had a Toph (the real version)'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-3176429736527028118</id><published>2008-11-25T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:37:21.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy or Girl  ....</title><content type='html'>"Are you going to find out?" and "Do you have a preference, boy or girl?" are the two questions we have heard the most since we announced we were pregnant. We never thought twice about not finding out the gender. We anticipated the day when we could further connect with our baby and finally put a name to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was a little more than anxious prior to our &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SU59GEH9L8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dMfOuFmF1DA/s1600-h/NELSONALLISON20081125080106060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282296956091969474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yq375pamu4/SU59GEH9L8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dMfOuFmF1DA/s200/NELSONALLISON20081125080106060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;appointment, I was kind of worried and stressed. We were going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; in for an ultrasound to find out the gender, you never know what else you might find out. I found myself just wanting to see a fluttering heart beat, five fingers, and five toes more than any gender specific parts. I tossed and turned the entire night before our appointment, dreaming about being late, the nursery, shopping, holding our baby. I was even more restless at work once we found out. All I wanted to do was go shopping now that I knew what colors to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the news we have all been waiting for ... WE ARE HAVING A LITTLE BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the good news is out of the bag I want to write a little bit about our day. I was extremely lucky that Chris was able to come to the ultrasound appointment with me. We were able to get up together, which doesn't happen often during the week, and get ready together which was a special treat in itself. I hadn't taken my prenatal vitamin for a couple of days and thought I better take it before I missed another day. Anyone that has been pregnant knows it isn't good to take a prenatal on an empty stomach and I am hear to tell you it is even worse when you then drink a bunch of water and are anxious about something. The ride to our appointment was a little eventful when I got sick and couldn't keep all that water down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was just water and Chris was very understanding. Well we reached our appointment in all one piece. It felt so comforting and calming to sit in the waiting area holding Chris's hand just anticipating the opportunity to see our baby. Finally, we were in the exam room just relaxing and waiting while the doctor poured gel all over my belly. I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest when the doctor placed the instrument on my belly and we could clearly see his little body all curled up and his little heart fluttering. Chris's excitement compelled him to jump up out of his chair, I think he would have started moving the instrument himself if the doctor would have let him. He was like a little child in a toy shop, his eyes were wide open as he stood right behind the doctor asking question after question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched as she examined every inch of him, She took photos and documented dimensions and all sorts of information. Information I could only begin to understand. When she was finally done poking a prodding and was ready to unveil if it was a boy our a girl he had curled up into a tight ball flipped on his side and seamed to have fallen to sleep. Like mother like son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to lay on my side to get him to rotate enough for the doctor to get a clear view of his bumb and little boy parts. It was at that moment that I say such happiness and joy in Chris's eyes, not to mention a few tears. When the appointment was over and I was able to stand up Chris and I embraced, I said "We are getting our little Toph." We are so excited. I can't wait to have a little guy that brings me such joy and laughter just like his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chris's Grandpa says "The Nelson's are good at making boys." 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Lately we have been spending most of our time cleaning out the middle room in preparation for an office/mans room.  In other words, a room which Chris can go to when I want to watch chick flicks, what not to wear, or Christmas movies (I already have 3 today that I am planning on watching).  We finally got the room mostly de-cluttered and painted, thanks to Craigslist and Wal-Mart plastic totes.  It is starting to look great, thanks to Chris.  He did most of the work ..... O.K he did all of the work; other than sorting through all the totes of my junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was my turn.  THE BABIES ROOM. The third bedroom has kind of become my room/storage room.  We haven't been able to see the floor pretty much since we moved in.  There are usually baskets, shoes, lots of clothes, and anything else that we don't want out in the living room scattered all over the room.  Since this room is going to become the nursery, and the crib is coming this week, we thought it might be good to start cleaning it.  Step one was sorting through my clothes, it was kind of tough packing up all my skirts, pants, and shirts that I won't be able to wear until next summer when I get a figure back and then stuffing a few bags full to give away.  I don't like giving away clothes, especially now when I don't know the next time I will be going shopping for anything other than maternity clothes and baby stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of cleaning I am still only half way done.  But, the important thing is I am getting there.  We have a small white dresser that is going to become the changing table and the first baby outfit we bought is hanging on the front of the drawers.  It makes me smile everytime I see it.  I can already picture the nursery.  It's going to be great!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-8730467810951493544?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8730467810951493544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=8730467810951493544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8730467810951493544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/8730467810951493544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/preparing-step-one.html' title='Preparing - step one'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461233228781230318.post-4788237919063471554</id><published>2008-11-20T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:23:44.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thats not fair"</title><content type='html'>"That's not fair" was Chris's response tonight when I told him I could feel our baby move. I failed to attempt to show him how it felt as I poked his stomach over and over trying to mimic what I was feeling. It was about 8 weeks ago when I started feeling a slight tug every once in a while. Almost as though the baby got to the end of his/her rope and couldn't go any further. I often tried to mimic this for Chris by tugging on his belly button. Not sure I was ever sucessful in my attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't to long after that when I started feeling small flutters or spasms, I had to stop everything and focus to really absord and enjoy the moment. It was just Tuesday of this week that I felt the baby kick or run into me, not quite sure what he/she is doing but I love feeling it. Tonight it felt like little kicks over and over in the same spot. A little harder than a spasm or anything I had felt before. Chris hopes this is a sign that our baby is a soccer player. I told him I hope he/she doesn't continue to kick hard or I will snuggle up to him at night and hope he/she kicks hard enough to wake him up. Well ...... as close as I can with a large belly sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited and extremely anxious for chris to also share the joy of feeling our baby kick and move. I never thought I could need, miss, or love someone so much until I met Chris and got married and now knowing we shared in creating such a miracle makes me honor and cherish him even more. We are really excited for the opportunity to be pregnant and become parents. We can't wait to meet our little one; boy or girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-4788237919063471554?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4788237919063471554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=4788237919063471554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4788237919063471554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/4788237919063471554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-not-fair.html' title='&quot;Thats not fair&quot;'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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-461233228781230318.post-7375772917563752263</id><published>2008-11-19T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:23:55.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement</title><content type='html'>This has been quite an eventful week. Who knew just thinking about something and searching the internet could be so tiring. I also never thought I would be out of breath just having a conversation with someone. Welcome to pregnancy. 4 1/2 months and I am just starting to get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .... from the beginning Chris and I thought it would be tons of fun to have a little boy. A little Toph as we would say. I immediately started planning a little boy nursery, orange and greens, monkeys, little boy things. Then one day Chris looked at me and said, "I think we might be having a girl." Neither of us said much about that subject and just kept talking and planning as though we are having a boy until last weekend. I was up early last Saturday just thinking about all the changes that have taken place in the last couple of years and how blessed we are to be pregnant. This thought process of course lead to the nursery; the colors, furniture, decor, layout, and over all feel of the space (since interior design and decorating is what I do and love) and I got this over whelming feeling that we are going to have a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started choosing colors and a whole new decor, it went from green and orange and monkeys to dark purple, light yellow, and butterflies. We even went and picked up paint chips while we were at home depot Saturday night. I started getting excited to buy furniture and get the nursery set-up. So most of my thoughts this week have been focused on searching and shopping for baby stuff. Craigslist here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461233228781230318-7375772917563752263?l=miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7375772917563752263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461233228781230318&amp;postID=7375772917563752263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7375772917563752263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461233228781230318/posts/default/7375772917563752263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miracleinthewomb.blogspot.com/2008/11/movement.html' title='Movement'/><author><name>Momma Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01340443582125560077</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>
