tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88299109337402843492024-02-19T04:34:48.938-06:00Adventures of MilanA collection of thoughts and memories documenting our life as parents, watching Milan growing up, new happenings in our lives and to share with our friends, family and eventually our son.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-41765456771842044812009-08-18T20:14:00.006-05:002009-08-18T21:24:00.995-05:00Happy 1st Birthday!A quick post to show some of the photos snapped during Milan's first Birthday bash. We had about 40 people over at the house to celebrate and I have to say that Danielle pulled it off single-handedly. She's remarkable!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371480112445347762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dReWyMHFjgwfrygy98N4EWKJTGttjzGqel1KGvV-ld4yOh27byDVmtz_SnrFLtLXPys1XLvlvy1dFENYXUd2jASXgTBvwodX5spMnpuMJ94Ktrv1wKjYgZHgACrf13ltZh2nz6ksiRs/s320/IMG_5779+(1).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371480119495470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOv-VDyMHvYFdZz6l0UDHCgcXiA7n94KNwvhytFGHRz0oSlzzviFXApe7IbutejVZqA85TmSWbKFWvnAcdzjubDO_EJP8er4TvOhyp07mKpUz5NUqhBzjl6JRoL_IqZT0MrlBDt9yre7s/s320/IMG_5796.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371480142068116018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZds9BwjVT86oNzrlOqSrpqSS5oq95CPLPow3gtwRywMjfcOY9f1FCVg27tSTS3O2rH94lnZ9ME-ntSLZY7Jj06xo7-EyZL187jWW26XxQ-7UtZiki4s9MAp6TzLB_mjLBJyJl7Wsa2o/s320/IMG_5915.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DzC7qq7-vQ_w-_M3wLchJGzVU_ATTkDmz968u8ejc0vE2JVuI2fiuv8s-Os_QqbQCfwTy3C6LYlcXT9KdeQ_3GJqCRDMBcO71NEgLK3oq1G2_g284tQq_5o0M6arLhjSHWuPg3wkupM/s1600-h/IMG_5888.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371480130322311842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DzC7qq7-vQ_w-_M3wLchJGzVU_ATTkDmz968u8ejc0vE2JVuI2fiuv8s-Os_QqbQCfwTy3C6LYlcXT9KdeQ_3GJqCRDMBcO71NEgLK3oq1G2_g284tQq_5o0M6arLhjSHWuPg3wkupM/s320/IMG_5888.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggf3R2QBUDOVqwv-8PZPstRI949xEBK2PoVXA0vOz4GdJEfhUn0So_7hQ5OsjYaZq0aXk911nz_0ZbtoFWpOVS9a1K2ajijJS922PAP2mW4f-H1mBkRY5SdoVP31SG7Z3Qu8Z0Hn6rvvo/s1600-h/IMG_5822+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371480097690126850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggf3R2QBUDOVqwv-8PZPstRI949xEBK2PoVXA0vOz4GdJEfhUn0So_7hQ5OsjYaZq0aXk911nz_0ZbtoFWpOVS9a1K2ajijJS922PAP2mW4f-H1mBkRY5SdoVP31SG7Z3Qu8Z0Hn6rvvo/s320/IMG_5822+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br />...Happy Birthday Milan!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-49825488195246269202009-08-11T20:38:00.005-05:002009-08-12T19:32:11.313-05:00Birthday Bash countown!Hello friends!<br /><br />Every one's favorite little boy is in bed for the night now and as I have been known to do once in a while, I'm sitting here reflecting on a few things.<br /><br />Firstly, the news is out about our pregnancy. King Milan will reign over a sibling until said wee tot can end the inevitable domination.<br /><br />I say it in such a way because I'm almost certain Milan will continue to rule our castle for quite some time based on his ever-blossoming personality.<br /><br />In fewer words: This. Child. Is. On. A. Roll.<br /><br />He seems unstoppable with his energy and smiles, not leaving one single vacuum-line untouched, spreading toys and other inanimate objects alike all over the house.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9y8y9rSZBTWhkZJE_9ZIlV4WfV3n3Cgki5608RJzldMC_mAdqLoiprDq-Z53fBHxNXEvYJbeuM8Xrzc-q-q2mdsiGEd9_Pt0uNcWa0FITwUSns4rrFK80ypRKTNtCusnB-eq1uWs2Kc/s1600-h/IMG_5148.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9y8y9rSZBTWhkZJE_9ZIlV4WfV3n3Cgki5608RJzldMC_mAdqLoiprDq-Z53fBHxNXEvYJbeuM8Xrzc-q-q2mdsiGEd9_Pt0uNcWa0FITwUSns4rrFK80ypRKTNtCusnB-eq1uWs2Kc/s400/IMG_5148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893719220193266" /></a><br /><br />His mobility has opened wonderful doors of imagination, creation and curious investigation. Hence Mommy getting a taste of the medicine she once bestowed on her own parents so many years ago.<br /><br />Yes, my friends, believe it or not, I was once a child who was just into everything, given the right opportunity. In the mere blink of an eye, it was rumoured that I would just disappear and get into things pretty little girls should not be getting into...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskkD9cGBaCoI-WkTZJQtqJEvsavhL8PfR1crJXJiF3hbBWYM0yDhltcBl_EkAK-DEr_JCrPa7l1ngyFMgAm-gzKYSNn6lw-mC43qbuiBshnziA7fO2U0n5BPNd3H9KQ2oT_oYGebzI6o/s1600-h/IMG_5563.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskkD9cGBaCoI-WkTZJQtqJEvsavhL8PfR1crJXJiF3hbBWYM0yDhltcBl_EkAK-DEr_JCrPa7l1ngyFMgAm-gzKYSNn6lw-mC43qbuiBshnziA7fO2U0n5BPNd3H9KQ2oT_oYGebzI6o/s400/IMG_5563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893748898778690" /></a><br />Now it's 2009 and the little rug-rat that used to be Danielle lives again in our King Milan, who in the turn just of a few ca lander days will become 1 year old.<br /><br />It seems like just last month that I was sitting up in the middle of the night starting the whole blog, baby still in utero. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4aRmdya4G6sFpZ7Q31ImylHLNH2JUwIEjOlj8ZcWOSLQjCnv8G4GdCOi7qZhY7sURZFuCm0D6OmOQCc0rZSlL7CbtKIKJovK9Fcmm8n4ILz6ld6CaLvVzEVReWT6-UHZjck9DmP3Wyo/s1600-h/IMG_5560.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4aRmdya4G6sFpZ7Q31ImylHLNH2JUwIEjOlj8ZcWOSLQjCnv8G4GdCOi7qZhY7sURZFuCm0D6OmOQCc0rZSlL7CbtKIKJovK9Fcmm8n4ILz6ld6CaLvVzEVReWT6-UHZjck9DmP3Wyo/s400/IMG_5560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893739621430210" /></a><br />Last night, (Bless Sasha's tolerant, golden heart) I was overcome with pregnancy-related hormones and shed a few tears. It was Robert Munch's "I Love You Forever" children's book that set me off. For those of you who haven't read the book, try and get your hands on it at some point, it's quite touching. Those who have read it will understand I'm sure.<br /><br />So there I was crying away while Milan laughed at me. Literally. He thought it was funny! I just couldn't get over the fact that almost a year has passed and soon we will celebrate and watch him smash birthday cake all over his face the way 1-year-old's do. He's growing up!<br /><br />Seeing who he is turning into has been such an amazing journey. He has a blessedly beautiful personality. He's so quick to smile, so confident, curious, clever, and a cheeky little bugger with a sense of humour to boot. He is macho and rough'n'tumble. Many times throughout the day he'll lose his footing and take a spill, but he just pops right back up, untouched, unfazed. Amazing. We just wait for him to start crying sometimes, but we're always impressed when he just brushes it off and keeps going.<br /><br />Milan also has a sensitive side. There are periods through the day where he will stop playing and come in for a hug or quick cuddle, then off he goes back at whatever has his attention for the moment. It swells my heart to watch him drift to sleep at night. He has such soft smooth skin and the longest eyelashes ever.<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wMBHRa8PJePJER-OqJo-RYKAYGQw6Nx0D5D9LHDYZsPXFGtEdFNs0W30foDb8DCoPLBTzqe5ixi7etjdUQum4AVUY2vMPoPGCHw3iIwWjzrlTcJ4kkKANIILtfNor4LEYl2ZXNywco8/s1600-h/IMG_5528+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wMBHRa8PJePJER-OqJo-RYKAYGQw6Nx0D5D9LHDYZsPXFGtEdFNs0W30foDb8DCoPLBTzqe5ixi7etjdUQum4AVUY2vMPoPGCHw3iIwWjzrlTcJ4kkKANIILtfNor4LEYl2ZXNywco8/s400/IMG_5528+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893733316245426" /></a><br /><br />Anyhoo - before I get myself all emotional again, we are having quite the party here at the house on Sunday. The invites are sent, the menu planned, decorations purchased, it looks like it's going to be a nice day out too!<br /><br />I think last night I was partially emotional because this is the last birthday we will get to spend with Milan all alone before "baby makes 2". We've come to realize we need to take extra attention to cherish the moments we have alone, as a family of 3 before we set off on a new exciting journey full of love as a family of 4. <br /><br />Here are a few photos that Daddy took yesterday of the little King. <br /><br />He is so beautiful.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhco6FjbjWocHfVsJXlrSArJbJUsOuRCGOe1Av8xGe-DE9LmT550bgU38dTzrmbjLYxSkSh5ojmJPhtBNbcI4T-CN-zn_gWQ_vSJNZXkVxPmO9lwmEqTWsl1p-hYePbWGOarGrk1ggjrOc/s1600-h/IMG_5522+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhco6FjbjWocHfVsJXlrSArJbJUsOuRCGOe1Av8xGe-DE9LmT550bgU38dTzrmbjLYxSkSh5ojmJPhtBNbcI4T-CN-zn_gWQ_vSJNZXkVxPmO9lwmEqTWsl1p-hYePbWGOarGrk1ggjrOc/s400/IMG_5522+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893726738153554" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em>To be in your child's memories tomorrow, be in his life today.</em><br /><br /><strong>Anonymous</strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-53553936972981684122009-07-20T20:41:00.003-05:002009-07-20T20:51:03.635-05:00We're Back with a Vengeance<p>We're back from our holidays in Europe and have a ton of photos and videos to share, but couldn't resist sharing this one first. This was a couple weeks ago when Milan walked for one of the first times; 10 and a half months and cruising around the house!</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyj6vZMq7NY71Ka6rOHpbrYt4D6pnXfF0ai8kTbJp3MKfvSKxCK1ISH7rdg0DKRg-fd9IoO9apdQt_zMgm-' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-70401595657347783092009-05-26T21:02:00.008-05:002009-05-26T22:08:32.042-05:00Shame on me.I thought that title would be appropriate seeing as numerous people have ever-so-subtly commented on my amazing absence of current blog entries.<br /><br />I have to admit to feeling slightly overwhelmed right now as I write this based on the fact that so much has happened since I last posted. It may just come rushing out in one huge run-on sentence, but I will try my best to avoid that.<br /><br />As I left off in my last woeful blog entry, Sasha was away in Singapore for 2 whole weeks.<br /><br />I'd like to say, on a positive note, that I did very well holding down the fort during that first week. I stayed strong, the house was tidy, the baby was happy, nothing seemed amiss.<br /><br />The second week of Sasha's absence.... not so much. In fact, it's probably not such a secret that I barely scrapped over the finish line.<br /><br />Milan was waking up 2-3 times a night during that second week. Maybe he could sense that something wasn't quite right? I remember one pathetic moment where I was sobbing on the phone to Milan's grandmother, completely exasperated over the fact that Milan had smacked the spoon out of my hand and the food went flying. I know!! A perfect reason for a meltdown, right? At that very moment, I was sure I couldn't possibly go on. Milan thought it was funny and smiled his way through that ordeal.<br /><br />It was tough, but we made it through and daddy came home and swept us off out feet with kisses and adoration, and the world continued to turn. I have a deep, newfound respect and admiration for single parents. They are real life heros.<br /><br />Today I can recall the memories of that last week and kinda smile about it. Kinda.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF_Wss7W7jrNL7NfHf3Tg0jz_kSnejtBWPYZOrwNoTt-0f3dfBlLG0l8_WEZKYbWruryYLbH72TPoNsmMnwd5o9WmXl32yDXkjx0Qs9z5rIkVSYMPvG8dU-anyCnGAA6JkQ74cSSqA6w/s1600-h/IMG_9559.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbF_Wss7W7jrNL7NfHf3Tg0jz_kSnejtBWPYZOrwNoTt-0f3dfBlLG0l8_WEZKYbWruryYLbH72TPoNsmMnwd5o9WmXl32yDXkjx0Qs9z5rIkVSYMPvG8dU-anyCnGAA6JkQ74cSSqA6w/s400/IMG_9559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340334943453939154" /></a><br /><br />During the period Sasha was away,<strong> Milan started to crawl!</strong> At first, I watched him do it without realizing just what the heck he was doing. It seemed so surreal. <strong>Back the bus up! Hold the phone! Nobody move - this is a stick up!</strong> Is our son crawling?!? Yes, he is! lol. I laughed so hard and he looked so proud. I just couldn't believe it. He made it look so easy and natural too. Why should I be surprised though... he is a natural born, genetically superior athlete, right? Right.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEycDFZLHwL3t6ANHvW4UJBXuPj9gJfkMa7yebplyFUTIJfZTfOit0hFSj_V-wrIwFKsvo8q9rOY8uKEbFl7qJf70LmAewWEutzosvm8ZK03oUP3U6AqSYpuM-IxIqhq49UWYr3Fn4WOw/s1600-h/IMG_9564.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEycDFZLHwL3t6ANHvW4UJBXuPj9gJfkMa7yebplyFUTIJfZTfOit0hFSj_V-wrIwFKsvo8q9rOY8uKEbFl7qJf70LmAewWEutzosvm8ZK03oUP3U6AqSYpuM-IxIqhq49UWYr3Fn4WOw/s400/IMG_9564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340328444829552402" /></a><br /><br />Now there is absolutely no stopping him. <strong><em>He. Is. Into. Everything. </em></strong> He has become unbelievably quick on those hands and knees too. His agility is amazing to watch. In the last couple of days he's been standing up and then forgets to hold on, so he is just standing there, all by himself. It's easy to see his balance is getting better everyday.<br /><br />Also while daddy was away, Milan mastered crawling up the stairs. He can go all the way up! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Qpod4ozHq-Zcdeihs3VfWQI0WyvNxq0RNoudm8_ybeBbvf37b6xBdzLGKDnSQ7JbSgKwiXJYxPHQClkTBzGR07X32h0vGZH1JyoeySL5AZuyLznD451qp7OxH2o9Gp0Nb5a596o5pfA/s1600-h/IMG_9550.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Qpod4ozHq-Zcdeihs3VfWQI0WyvNxq0RNoudm8_ybeBbvf37b6xBdzLGKDnSQ7JbSgKwiXJYxPHQClkTBzGR07X32h0vGZH1JyoeySL5AZuyLznD451qp7OxH2o9Gp0Nb5a596o5pfA/s400/IMG_9550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340328438037007922" /></a><br /><br />The child has not even been born for as long as he was inside my tummy and look at everything he has done/can do!! The miracle of life is simply amazing to me sometimes.<br /><br />Since Daddy has been home, Milan has had many firsts:<br /><br />1) Ate a pickle. (loved it!)<br />2) Ate a french fry. (also loved it!)<br />3) Went swimming at the Waterloo Rec. center. (LOVES IT!)<br />4) Had his first non-family babysitter. (Mommy and Daddy loved it!)<br />5) Tried watermelon. <br />6) Had some toast with butter and honey. (loves it!)<br />7) Had a go at a cob of corn.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimC4_8CjWI-I8ddQ8eydV0JPpVoMAkW4a1rabfM5g-8QOFa6PPbaSK94si6cE3vnculLnvX3cFUce7KA-YqAxjGFx9PJ2yDTARHp3Ue4Ny2UPdUGb5IqALA__3LD1Vgq-A19ZbN7Z_X6o/s1600-h/IMG_9622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimC4_8CjWI-I8ddQ8eydV0JPpVoMAkW4a1rabfM5g-8QOFa6PPbaSK94si6cE3vnculLnvX3cFUce7KA-YqAxjGFx9PJ2yDTARHp3Ue4Ny2UPdUGb5IqALA__3LD1Vgq-A19ZbN7Z_X6o/s400/IMG_9622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340331770547964194" /></a><br /><br />I'm sure there have been a few more first occurrences, but these are a few of the ones that stick out in my mind.<br /><br />I really love this kid. He is just way too cute. People, including grown men. absolutely eat him up everywhere we go. He is such a flirt and doesn't make strange to anyone. He is quick to smile (just like his daddy) and when he does, his whole face lights up. People love him!<br /><br />Wow. Listen to me...proud mom or what!?<br /><br />Anyhoo - I will end here for now and promise to not let such a long period of time pass before our next blog entry.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-29449023077808467522009-04-16T18:52:00.008-05:002009-04-16T19:03:15.388-05:00Letter to Sash - Day 1 of 14<strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb66DwuZs7HyG4PtybK999oEXZb3hdmJ_GvKyajnhJWa3g8lEoW8fR0EqHkkg-Nx02YqC6OJXOumbnggDn-MkJVhV4Y2LEqkcocY29XeppoTQXnn9VRU9f82u5P1uze7HWwmGC_RLUws/s1600-h/poopin+-+what+a+hoot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb66DwuZs7HyG4PtybK999oEXZb3hdmJ_GvKyajnhJWa3g8lEoW8fR0EqHkkg-Nx02YqC6OJXOumbnggDn-MkJVhV4Y2LEqkcocY29XeppoTQXnn9VRU9f82u5P1uze7HWwmGC_RLUws/s400/poopin+-+what+a+hoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325442667257288514" /></a><br /><strong>Just to give you all a little run down of what the below nonsense is, Sasha is away in Asia for business for 2 whole weeks. This is the letter I sent him earlier this evening. Mostly being a smart-ass, but what the heck....</strong></strong><br /><br /><strong> A comprehensive Summary of Today's Events.<br />by: Danielle Herakovic</strong><br /><br />Hello Husband. Please be advised that we miss you like crazy. Below you will find a condensed version of the today's events.<br /><br />Early nap at 8am- 9:00/9:20am<br />Wondered how ever we will pass this day?<br />Realized I was kinda depressed and bummed out. Realization hits that I am alone without my soul mate, my lover, my better half, the father of our son, my baby-daddy. *sigh* Heavy heart ensues.<br /><br />Pack Milan up, go to Fairview mall, mainly to loiter and carouse the halls, not really looking for anything. Took a very pleasant phone call from Mr. Brab, who was in need of my *ahem, note* <em>assistance & advice</em>. He consulted with me as to where to take a rock band for a photo shoot around the area and what photographic style to pursue. Mainly the last is falsified as Mr. Brab is a fantastically talented photographer, but I counselled him on this aspect none the less. (What, me give my unsolicited opinion? Pfst. Never.) Naturally, I blew him out of the water with ideas guaranteeing nothing but inevitable success. "Brad, rise like the Phoenix now. It's all up to you...." (This is what I said of course.)<br /><br />Had some Thai Express, Mommy's favourite. Gave Milan some small pieces of rice to push around his tray and munch on.<br /><br />Got home for 12 noon. Feed the boy.<br /><br />Boy has nap around 1 ish, but due to teething wakes up shortly after. Seeks breast, receives breast. Falls back asleep nuzzled next to a sleeping mommy until 3:30pm.<br /><br />Rise.<br /><br />Pack him up and walk to Shoppers. Mommy is quite dirty, not having showered since Tuesday morning. Mommy purchases body wash, new nail polish and new cookies for the boy, which he devours on the way home. Now he is a filthy mess.<br /><br />Play.<br /><br />Neighbour takes pity on Mommy and invites us for grilled cheese supper as her husband is also away. Delightful.<br /><br />Dine and dash at neighbours, come home at 6:45, bath the boy, put him to bed after 2 songs, hop in shower, and begin composing a thoughtful report detailing the day.<br /><br /><strong>7:46pm</strong>- I miss my husband.<br /><br /><strong>7:51pm</strong> - still miss him.<br /><strong>8:01pm </strong>- I love you SashaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-55766320958630453972009-04-13T14:26:00.011-05:002009-04-13T15:23:06.719-05:00Boy Gettin' BusyAs mother nature intended, every day that passes Milan is growing up and getting much more mobile and much busier. More personality is shining through those teasing, devilish eyes and boy oh boy, do we laugh sometimes at this kids' crazy antics.He is what we call, "body surfing" everywhere across the carpets and floors. Body surfing is not yet crawling, but still getting around.
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<br />Here are a few photos taken this afternoon prior to his nap. I have also taken the privilege of including a caption of what I assume was going through his head at the time. Enjoy.
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<br /><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324260839556446818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8aufqqOzvmSJs8kv7OH1ZmZH_rXXLiuoF5uR0Tj874w-1wkYNU23TveCe3sh6C2f10pd2CfYLgZ8P0sjvvg74RO20NWdLXbbtMJ8u9N5cFN1N7ToHFt4MVACT4rHbnx0tZ_3U4a6lU8/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><strong><em>"Okay, so if I can get my leg going the right way, I can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">maneuver</span> my body in this direction therefore enabling me to pull toys out of that basket... Let's go."</em></strong></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324260846719412658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUr8IVU5Y-WUBI8LWl6gwaVJhukNqSP_XEoUCmZUbJZE7CDcelbz8C1vt7XWGpjvnX9HkWvywavakEtVg1-XCprgmMuWsILanK9JLWviBbgFfgNHhItGsyxefl_rberSWDIUyR4Y35Y8/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" />
<br /><em><strong>"And heave! Hold the line....stay with me!!!"</strong></em>
<br />(caption exerted from famous Mel Gibson movie.)
<br /><em><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324264882004495234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3Fw-zxYyuWRtVFjpUd9QCbTJ-HgxaTkomJI2CEQNBvEt6yffB2EXiNOICA7rw3H2kjlxORBeTEHQ6mgIxVxyjQr6czEFWSkzLHoRDAADdWBOzaVg6Tpv4DjpQ-7HCCJrnenpi759z4k/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" /></strong></em>
<br /><em><strong>" Ahhhh. Now I see... using the gluteous maximus muscles in my lower region along with the pectoral muscles and the two stems known as</strong></em> 'my arms' <em><strong>will help me get into an upright position. This will allow me to access the items located on the upper portion of this peice of fine cabinetry. Not a problem."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324264874564098914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMrW-C4Po6vMtopBhi5LKIoH6txA30_o3s4HiNfOFRSavMd_F7swjMgX_MNB7C_bMS0I3TZpPtcVPTux7xBt2FAmmyFafj9720Y4txCiW6I2UGY6CDKQpCMv2VRRIoKC8xkkj7fCGhb0/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /></strong></em>
<br /><div><em><strong>"Hmmm, note to self: next time arrange for a small stepping apparatus to be brought for easier access to higher areas seemingly out of reach. Blast. Not a worry....all in due time mummy. All in due time. Muahhh ha ha ha"</strong></em></div><div>
<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324262340578933474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcLDfmi8-lzJCOESLEJLY-bE5RDRZyf-lw72nr8T_hgZiWNDx-FwkJ2DN9wdtjpZOsJC4Pq7nx2VUBV8u5nFf0DhGgdFebKxtAKWuHFfsTESMkXCNdAvjIhBXhRN9TJw3SCUM53vJt0M/s400/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" /><strong><em>*pause, look over shoulder for dramatic emphasis* " Hey Mom, you watchin'?"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324262334651416882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8jxQd8NIt-2DaABX4JVpmC91Yfh_smUQJPRJJ1zYmC0AqTnwfS4JZUo5lWb0cYcS6aWNn1sDj8OPbb5exew_cG5lnkoBloHLKgYvf4oPdb6DQDWfX0V3qq5y1JBIESuWIX23IPSmzT4/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong><strong><em>"Insert smile here, wait for swooning mother to finish capturing precious moment.....annnnndd continue being way too adorable."</em></strong>
<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324264879088938194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NGazJI4LmiuUBGm2DBz_PFYu3Pptvrlrf_C4oSNS6QdY3zKFVDUciC7MCAHoT50onyKoMPxCi-YImTTFLCyKR3zEwYLA-M7tAmiJ8ht1tg2mhRaU7nqWbI_nuEo-337psd28EoGhMLU/s400/IMG_1718.JPG" border="0" /><strong><em>"Must closely investigate contents of this basket, making sure each item is chewed on, drooled on and thrown a satisfying distance from said basket."</em></strong>
<br /><p><strong><em></em></strong> </p><p><em>Have a great day everyone!</p>
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How did we fill the days? Who and what, (other than each other) made us smile and laugh so much? What the heck did we do with all that free time? Were our lives not bleak and grey? Was is not a dreary <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">existence</span>? An <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exaggeration</span>, perhaps, but the love, joy and happiness that fills our lives each day in comparable to nothing.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316925177493006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISpgFvpCUusRyyIcErubMzzK52cr_vWBXKNl6yjGfHPKq3cGt7Bo4QlGMLhrLf7zxPZKMrsMSB-HccELdQqritrVPDuVScywUXZ_0iIA1P2HYkVhq7cTxEUCLaMNiG9Y5yDoTyO2-wWI/s320/IMG_1399.jpg" border="0" />Today was a big day for the little stinker. After his early morning nap, mommy went into his room to get him as she could hear him talking and making noise in his crib. What did she find when she walked into his room? King Milan had pulled himself up in his crib and was kneeling in an upright position <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">clinging</span> for dear life to the railing. He was smiling ear-to-ear and looked quite proud of himself. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT????? Mommy was talking to Grandma Flo at the time and we'll just say there was quite a few joyous screams followed by lots of exclamation points.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FRVpXm7rlKFNEEprzBabepq5q0BmSR9KjeE9ePybQzu1O5NgnTm5G0pYoBI0K2jvhtIfo2pWvcmTrVn_uXPM3VtJ5AHRuEbwu6ESwwmnDygLZXFkBbFbJIOaN5XsGaeOr0Je4sdseoY/s1600-h/IMG_1511.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316925204674859474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FRVpXm7rlKFNEEprzBabepq5q0BmSR9KjeE9ePybQzu1O5NgnTm5G0pYoBI0K2jvhtIfo2pWvcmTrVn_uXPM3VtJ5AHRuEbwu6ESwwmnDygLZXFkBbFbJIOaN5XsGaeOr0Je4sdseoY/s320/IMG_1511.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here he is with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Deda</span></span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grampa</span></span>)<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Janko</span></span>, who gets to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lil</span></span>' mister on an (almost) daily basis. We shout "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DEDA</span></span>!!!" each time we see him and Milan always busts out the smiles for him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu5u1NU7tNZgrmqGeIpFFPDYXqsRI3cyr9WAxQe6dALf_-IiSQCGWgUqwCQowzV2MWaLSkpkzjrAidiPSr6nwlmEdmsjtRO3kO2yIs9QweY6n1aJ8EwqiKZZwKBAstXnrIk1iLKNg8YFg/s1600-h/IMG_1508.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316925195633316210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu5u1NU7tNZgrmqGeIpFFPDYXqsRI3cyr9WAxQe6dALf_-IiSQCGWgUqwCQowzV2MWaLSkpkzjrAidiPSr6nwlmEdmsjtRO3kO2yIs9QweY6n1aJ8EwqiKZZwKBAstXnrIk1iLKNg8YFg/s320/IMG_1508.jpg" border="0" /></a>We are equally blessed with a good eater. If we don't have a full spoon in his mouth in a timely fashion, he begins to whine and cry with displeasure. He may also get snarky by the fact that daddy occasionally misses his mouth and hits his (insert facial feature here) <insert><insert><insert>........<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXNrXh3Yh4ghkdiC0-N4hX9DkCuG-mWKHI8DNegN1E9Df-QbLYk9fxsdaqPwjPkszWbaq0Hh9nXDc0JJyXUqwmV_jfz4-uPKkB4aKZk8aOJkO7uMW9tRfjMXjuJhl27ZCIfoWXALYpYs/s1600-h/IMG_1490.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316925189626861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXNrXh3Yh4ghkdiC0-N4hX9DkCuG-mWKHI8DNegN1E9Df-QbLYk9fxsdaqPwjPkszWbaq0Hh9nXDc0JJyXUqwmV_jfz4-uPKkB4aKZk8aOJkO7uMW9tRfjMXjuJhl27ZCIfoWXALYpYs/s320/IMG_1490.jpg" border="0" /></a> Last Friday March 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span></span>, it was Daddy's 34<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span></span> birthday. Mommy planned a big celebration at the house for him and it was decided that Milan was now old enough to go and sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's house overnight. What a hero! He didn't so much a shed one single tear! He ate, pooped, played and slept like the champion that he is. The next morning, Mommy was rushing to get over there to pick him up, anticipating a huge smile and shrieks of joy. Unfortunately all we got were some blank stares of uncertainty. Talk about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">heart breaker</span>. :-( He was far too content in the arms of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Herakovic</span></span> elders.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316925465407063938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmC_aTSRBGhXkkQeQPn7X9QNE5uWBdGwHm_lNwfj57TYbaEb406zJnaHYIwLZIisGYR3_25y0LCDju8tro_7Eh6Mr7BmjDKOnizFXi8B_H9MWuHqz9P5CaH9_SngXzUOuhqf6blFhYiLA/s320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" />Grandma Flo mentioned awhile back that the day would come when Milan would love to play in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Tupperware</span> cupboard. Well the day arrived today. (Hey - I said today was a big day, didn't I?) After we picked Daddy up from work, we zipped home and Mommy started supper. Instead of playing with toys, we tried something new. The above photo is pretty self explanatory. He really enjoyed himself! Alas, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">new found</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Tupperware</span> bliss was cut short when he got over excited and tipped backwards and lightly bonked his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">noggen</span></span>. He's a trooper though and he pulled through just fine. Not a tear was shed!</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>On another note, we wish on a daily basis we could invent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">some sort</span> of device to count the number of kisses this kid receives everyday. It would probably be close to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">a thousand</span> or better. <div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Anyhow, thanks for stopping by--We send you off with many warm Spring Blessings!</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">~<em><strong>Bern Williams</strong></em><br /></span></div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-87411567324321238942009-03-13T14:22:00.002-05:002009-03-13T14:36:32.937-05:00Pretzel Boy<p>Watch for his little wink toward the end of the video. So darn cute...</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='347' height='300' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwWPpCDctl2igQ-WKJOfsPeJmL5C-HWakN2ytjvsGTxoYqrbFiACwnp0tywYusZpJlWr0WAsX7I5gvZXMrxuA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-84594394832875286262009-03-09T21:31:00.008-05:002009-03-10T18:38:23.328-05:00Proud PapaI can't believe that my boy is six months old, sitting up on his own, has a half dozen teeth, sleeps through the night, babbles along with daddy and smiles endlessly. Does it get better? I wake up each morning, pick him up, hold him tight, then kiss him gently and whisper "I love you". Sappy perhaps, but when you see the way he looks at you and the joy he brings, there's no better feeling. To top it off, I watch from a distance, as my Dad and my son play. I never had the opportunity to know my grandparents the way I'd like, so it's even more important to me that Milan know his.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381664307286962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8xlfQlhfKUIfdcv5ZzT7uQplsBawCUI03Pb1H3bE98qNxOLR1XzPPLw5e_kErB3LGbZbSXcVN5vx2ZhaUg7QyDsY_lIu1Flp05wOXB-E8JLp7JRKkRYySRjcUDYvUX28ceuBmBJVaMQ/s320/Deda+i+Milan.jpg" border="0" /><br />We've booked our flight to Serbia this summer so Milan can meet his Great Grandma, "Baba" Zivka. I'm excited to snap a million and one photos while we're there. Milan will get to see some of his heritage first hand, and not knowing how long it'll be before we go back again, I want to make sure I capture every moment we're there. Both of my parents will be there with us. The first time I'll be in Beograd with both my parents since 1977 when I was 2! I'm really looking forward to being there together, as one big family.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381669591440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMHCGoUEklYcG_yOx69Pw2igHFsn54eHgH43Tsmw9VasM_XiXHglYvALlSmMqhxicaV892lYqTNZssgubtPB1GQDmiO6u0e0hia_zbgoEQfqkpxyPuJnxcB0-os6f4xID3aq8jUk5aC4/s320/Milan.jpg" border="0" /><br />On the homefront, we've...well, Danielle has made a few recent purchases for Milan. His toy collection has tripled and he's loving it. I mean look at the joy on their faces! It makes me smile every time I look at it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkbGIBXF6-Ivh0NjSnnNSxD1b259VV2wFkW4S2MzsSjpIbTfAdoLZgKliLiMFQLRavf2U3etVKEanqN58Y4yhqjc3t56mzTRhbJX3B_RLPzrtScKJeMrlCILkik8UYHD7bvePHdroJdA/s1600-h/Milan3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381676263590770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkbGIBXF6-Ivh0NjSnnNSxD1b259VV2wFkW4S2MzsSjpIbTfAdoLZgKliLiMFQLRavf2U3etVKEanqN58Y4yhqjc3t56mzTRhbJX3B_RLPzrtScKJeMrlCILkik8UYHD7bvePHdroJdA/s320/Milan3.jpg" border="0" /></a> The last photo I'm going to post is pretty hilarious to those that see Milan often. It's his, "I'm dropping a deuce, don't disturb me face". When he poops, he has this funny smile on his face for a few seconds....I just managed to snap the photo at the right moment :) <em><br /></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381677537360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHADKiQPSHhN3AWqD17l0gHb6jzbhec_0GiJtViwuP6QWvZyX_6EkdtGcBCmRvKAujKNvDWwYEchvUoTu73YDnP14AVlIpjzmrp1hsPAv4IB06eFIUf2H8uTiKAzAj2DUQeZoj41C0qw/s320/Milan2.jpg" border="0" /><em> I love you Milan.</em><br /><div></div>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-72422897353832380472009-02-21T19:26:00.006-06:002009-02-21T19:32:38.465-06:00A set of FourGuess who got another top tooth yesterday? 8 Hours of crying/whining and Mommy had a meltdown in Costco. We're still alive and kickin'.<br /><br />The whining seems to be subsiding today now that the teeth have poked through for the most part... I wonder if I should buy or make apology cards for the staff at Costco?<br /><br />**please God let us have a little break before another bout of teeth come....**<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305428086409787938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkbl1nmz3cmSoHSkltZFdnV32GFCJeY39tnty9eCgKMZdetcK5m9RE89vLA2SAMAr403dj3BLTonpOrYEY47LLp-rSDMyUmsO-NSxOqOI7Bde4OehWgxR2V9msxju1xZummK-1OxfGjU/s400/Feb6'09-web.jpg" border="0" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-20282617452562679112009-02-19T08:27:00.006-06:002009-02-21T19:26:15.491-06:00Bad morning.Well, every Mom has a story or two. I'd like to begin by saying how truly blessed Sasha and I have been with such an amazing child. He is a GOOD baby! Great personality, not very high maintenance, everything a first time parent could possibly ask for. Before you read on, please don't think I am complaining or feel like I'm hard-done-by, because I'm not. I know it.<br /><br />Perhaps this is why I feel as though we've hit a rough patch. As I have previously mentioned, Milan is teething. He got his first two teeth at the tender age of 3 months and 21 days, and he pushed through a third tooth, (the front top tooth) about a week ago.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304646829926576658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenwjiLHuZl-ffMZR_yxoZe33SWvSwt8NQGKeO3XdFDxePOPquoqBwcOGW0fc1GoTtFR7XT7pMmYbLkB2gn-e1FOBMgWE2hTblSX9ta5Ncdl1twFhGV7f6gLL8SyrOhFXP-Wtyil4_siI/s400/high+chair.jpg" border="0" />For the most part, Milan has been a hero dealing with the inconvenience of having a tooth jut out of the flesh in his mouth, however we have seen a bit of a change in the past week or two.<br /><br />8 hours of whining.<br /><br />Yes, you heard me. When he is not sleeping or eating, he has been a very hard camper to entertain. I also know that there are people reading this and thinking, "Good, now she really knows what it's like to be a parent!". I only say this because I've had more than a few comments like this, "You are so lucky!", "You have such a good baby!", "Is he always this good?", "Doesn't he cry or fuss?" and so on...<br /><br />Imagine me standing in my pyjamas at 5:30pm (no, I haven't changed out of them yet), my frazzled, dirty hair in a messy ponytail (Milan is also in hair yanking mode - I have a lovely thinning patch at the nape of my neck to prove it) standing almost in the doorway with a crazed look in my eye, holding the King out to my loving husband. What a beautiful image. <em><strong>Gimme a kiss honey</strong></em>.<br /><br />Yeah right.<br /><br />Anyhow, giving you a bit of the history of the past week or so, let's move on to this morning. Up early at 6:50am, we drove Daddy to work, came home and sat down in our high chair for breakfast. Yummy.<br /><br />All of a sudden, I hear our fuzzy cuddle-whore of a cat gagging and yakking in the background. Milan is fussing and border-line crying, and I am frantically scanning the room searching for the barf-machine (our cat), who I see has placed herself on the carpet, right in front of the couch.<br /><br />What do I do? Think quick, think quick.... I grab her in her state of convulsion thinking, "All I need to do is get her on the lino kitchen floor only a mere 2 feet away and we're home free. Barf away".<br /><br />** BLEHHHHHH**<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304646841773894514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPQgLaPJaCimnZROxzHYZCjF407Tm7vAdv_O5_lFWpcxz1zpnaCZDLj5HHcsdkSsQEdKOPrpwDi7maemc4s157GAc0b7GBlYrkLwS2TnTNDn_DZUg7TKrtRSWJ7u4CgAFaMuAad1sKvI/s400/puke+city.jpg" border="0" />All over the couch. And carpet. And then more on the kitchen floor. Geez, this cat can really heave!<br /><br />It's only 8:50am. Are you kidding me??? Gorgeous!!! Wonderful!!! Okay, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.<br /><br />Where is that phone number for the carpet, upholstery cleaning service? Right, threw it away last week.<br /><br />I proceed to clean the mess as best as I can. Does anyone know what gritty cat puke under your finger nails feels like? No? That's a shame.<br /><br />I will have to leave off here as it's almost time for round two of scrubbing... Cross your fingers the couch doesn't end up curb-side by mid morning.... Oh, and have a great day!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-79903187539667686092009-02-18T15:13:00.001-06:002009-02-18T15:14:48.610-06:00Heartbreaker<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-beCmuQnoI7n7vEkx2rudRfYNDbiDrtVDKwVAo4GCoNKv_1uaxAfh2T95TndfADjHJVEK9cxCeqJN-7sLpwogpRc8_zKgWGBnRD78hue9_oVndhtTgEE9vHjXB1DMkki2Dbs16CPyHk/s1600-h/heartbreaker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304248748941158178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-beCmuQnoI7n7vEkx2rudRfYNDbiDrtVDKwVAo4GCoNKv_1uaxAfh2T95TndfADjHJVEK9cxCeqJN-7sLpwogpRc8_zKgWGBnRD78hue9_oVndhtTgEE9vHjXB1DMkki2Dbs16CPyHk/s400/heartbreaker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here is a scrapbook "layout" or page that I did to celebrate the big day of love. </div><div> </div><div> Enjoy!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-27852099482432981712009-02-11T09:30:00.006-06:002009-02-11T09:52:22.341-06:00The boy who lounges<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNR7OUFtoMH0yxgI2zmLqnZSyTfWwLMwUg6qv070EbUDY9SFVGiw5gOJzK-Cmy1wqp9wPA8jThLVDaXZK63pZLWw4YHLMFRPn2g69I4yOihDsRotVhOuQEha5bn6_g8s5mi5fcYsmbiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0971-web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564836884305218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNR7OUFtoMH0yxgI2zmLqnZSyTfWwLMwUg6qv070EbUDY9SFVGiw5gOJzK-Cmy1wqp9wPA8jThLVDaXZK63pZLWw4YHLMFRPn2g69I4yOihDsRotVhOuQEha5bn6_g8s5mi5fcYsmbiQ/s400/IMG_0971-web.jpg" border="0" /></a>Not yet 6 months old, (how times flies...) he is getting his third tooth. The top left tooth is coming in with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vengeance</span>. It's a red, swollen bump that I can only imagine probably throbs with angry pain. It's not fair! These poor, innocent babes don't yet have the ability to deal with the hurt caused by hard jagged teeth pushing through their soft gums. The great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">debate</span> around these parts is whether to offer some relief using infant Tylenol or not. I am all for offering comfort with a little squirt here and there. Others.... not so much. In all fairness, he is handling this round of teething far better than the first time. What a hero! <div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564129223753186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNAyq9rrBSb3nqz2dRSIwtYJdnDidhdOXJ8GALpTlrsBtonj5LS_79X8Yb10_QsT5y6SkDfpeAwa9gXJJAc38cYdXzVXiRR9UYrIul0hHCTumQyuRRTMVAuFPeRjDf1NCUXXiIze6Ls8/s400/IMG_0940-web.jpg" border="0" />Last Sunday morning, while lounging in bed, he became calm and got a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">soulful</span> look in his eyes. He was laying with daddy, and just resting his head, looking like he had been lounging professionally all his little life. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564127877138370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5SP2wg4MXSYoDuBInAS4Ete08-EvtLOCaY8kBVzNLWwcaIWrsKP9tAmNUV11FvZpGLYHAIYX8jGYt-XU86kdbWsh8vKv42-jEZe7A3SIcHoLwlJFITyfxIP4VsITZ6xgnRdCNdXL6s8/s400/IMG_0943-web.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Since our camera has been laying readily available within arms reach these days, here are the photos I snapped. My two handsome men. Aren't they just gorgeous!? Yes, love definitely lives here. How blessed I am to have such a life filled with love!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564128514462050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHXrBRiyqCg-2W_mS34KqcEKsG5g2onw0HRKajuLBbsa7QqdT_tmguuoACdGiXWnR19uhpK3uRdLpfUjD1rmb4XTOoddYlcEWszUipmSvaNDWQykqTHEuEEIZcO4gCM0ZLW8K-0oFG1g/s400/IMG_0950-web.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>"Do you think I'm cute Mommy?"</p><p>.... Ummm, in a word, YES!!! I seriously want to eat this child up. How dare he be this cute all day long? His little personality and the smiles he flashes all day long don't help his cause. He is getting munched on and kissed all over whether he likes it or not. It's how we fill our days together. The best part? He can't complain or tell me to stop yet! Ha!I'm definitely getting my fill before getting mommy kisses isn't cool or becomes "stuff for babies".<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301564825654187122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SZLxHrrS1HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I2WPjPxHSc4/s400/IMG_0964-web.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:180%;">There is no remedy for love but to love more.</span></p><p><em>Henry David Thoreau</em> </p><p>....I couldn't agree more. </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-67867965385927389312009-02-06T10:46:00.006-06:002009-02-06T11:03:53.064-06:00The latest and greatest!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTxysBsaea_tBdaGoHaEtyvKkCCoT03Kf-szTfa6O8W8DUl42_QfWHWVxEV0GKZI6Q0woWrcPnLsdvzBiwMl1JFV6GU0byUnGVr8V15HQG8yK6LOe48dnniD1A0YoOf6BuxmoGJfgCGU/s1600-h/web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727189982511938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTxysBsaea_tBdaGoHaEtyvKkCCoT03Kf-szTfa6O8W8DUl42_QfWHWVxEV0GKZI6Q0woWrcPnLsdvzBiwMl1JFV6GU0byUnGVr8V15HQG8yK6LOe48dnniD1A0YoOf6BuxmoGJfgCGU/s400/web.jpg" border="0" /></a>Smiles open 24hours! 2 for 1 smiles on special all week long! Get 'em while you can!!! Always fresh, always in stock for your baby-fix convenience!!<br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl__jLmV78GFhHlOdxxpSpbX-z3fL7WdWobOELVYSoZ8i52D4LWYWBqYdeneTWIG8ilQv4HbsClXPs08oI1fLQ2NYEc1cXP3MzLHPNRKaXAI_4ILrmdo5i70zYE2HEe1xTEnJ8XaQ3e-0/s1600-h/eyes+web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726937571943346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl__jLmV78GFhHlOdxxpSpbX-z3fL7WdWobOELVYSoZ8i52D4LWYWBqYdeneTWIG8ilQv4HbsClXPs08oI1fLQ2NYEc1cXP3MzLHPNRKaXAI_4ILrmdo5i70zYE2HEe1xTEnJ8XaQ3e-0/s400/eyes+web.jpg" border="0" /></a>After another impromptu photo shoot this week, we ended up with some winning photos of the King in all his adorable glory. The theme of the photo shoot was "Punk Rock 4ever", and although we have already received a few comments about the sweater Milan is wearing, we still think he is pretty darn cute. I know, I know, a skull'n'cross bone on a baby!?? Well, there is a little bit of sentimental value to the sweater.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726945411551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5P9QdPn41lsLw7anAbvHlO4MGiAnE5ykN6ZH1mE0rAGAV7_pBtLQT5WgJtQBYKQOqaouGh6DenYoQH9q1cuS8i7QjMBmb599OrPy6OGEvfzR2Xh0MDnLKAwYJSJ9ELIhAR6m6gU4hUU/s400/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div></div><div>Allow me to explain. I found out I was pregnant on December 10th, 2007. Sasha was in San Francisco for work at the time and I unfortunately had to break the news to him over the phone. I was really excited and had wonderful friends to celebrate the good news with. And how did we celebrate, you ask? <strong><em>We went shopping of course!!!</em> </strong>The very next day we hit the malls and this sweater was the first item of baby clothing I ever bought. I thought it was cute, spunky, stylish and full of attitude! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726938318715602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiKQAZkibyta2tMHr3bBUCQ2vvcKTk03YuRZOsRaFR_Ns5lDFQ0gIe3ILRTJB5tuaIwgCIvIKXUdpeW4hCz4VP5ZnQFVhakDVMTk7ABiDCJM3CsVneJUkDjR0EjMsjc6V1VoE1Wf5V-5o/s400/feet5.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>So, in hopes of not offending anyone with the sweater, please try and see it as 'kinda' cute and not demonic or evil in any way. <strong>I would never do that to my son!!!</strong> :-D </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726945140858306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qUuAiQa3ZLHXrpVXIqDBzqKeGnQEsSDnvcONnCEeSE7n8hntbdfOwfTvtF2Bnavb_K_pl0ZIPGXr0Kw6PqaV6J6GcUdKmFu7K0WJnrZ6srDTaEuM2CV01KweB2HWuPFtarweKPON5nQ/s400/IMG_0822.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>We are getting pretty good at these little photo shoots I have to add. We are already planning one for the Day'o'Love which is approaching on the 14th. (Go get your honey a V-Day card/chocolates/flowers!!!........don't forget!)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727186448763426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-MzB2fQ57ufHyzkhcBTDZlVm05U4G7QOqTbK6WwbczuOn_PBgm0EQ2kwSo1M4QyCbcqg-5FtJTBPs6PdahZDQn0NkMCEOeyNLUTXhjNi8Ezu09h5njW9vWeuEkZN2uTRPMIm0wj-ndE/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>We hope you enjoy the photos - if the sweater really bothers you, let me know. I have posted a new poll to the right side of this blog entry! </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727185258184034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZWqhqhS8rvfn4TtiquQwXAFphwGh1qW9vq3dA5VmpeG-icgUW-xcZJxM6NUhP-Ed5LPSIyMYI9HDUsayOKu-33ES4oMgqaH75wpraRSOTy_H_7uNCs-ZmEXq7jIhETtPCNK6-QW4mLM/s400/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-47506104593033353922009-01-31T15:05:00.008-06:002009-01-31T17:59:06.910-06:00It's naptime!Yesterday was a big long day full of excitement for Milan! First we went to Chapters and had a playdate with some friends of ours, then we picked up Deda Janko and drove to the Toronto airport. Grampa Blaine was on a stop over from Montreal heading back to Cowtown, so we drove up so the boys could finally meet one another! They seemed to like each other well enough - so all-in-all it was a success! Grampa Blaine gave Milan a very nice antique truck to play with when he gets older.<br /><br />It was a nice visit for everyone, and a learning experience for Mommy! Bring more food next time mommy! Yes, we are still breastfeeding however Milan is loving his cereal too. These days, when there is any type of activity or excitement around, it's virtually impossible to get Milan to have a good feed off the boob. :-( And yes, I did bring some cereal for the lil guy, but obviously not enough. Ahhh, the trials and tribulations of being a new, first time mom. I will give myself some credit however-- I did remember to bring an extra outfit in case of an accident, which we have had in the past minus the extra outfit....<br /><br /><br />Anyhow, the drive home was long and torturous for the little guy, who was tired, hungry and frustrated about being restrained in his car seat. Being so tired he could barely muster a decent wail - only making Deda Janko and Mommy feel even worse. We couldn't get home fast enough!<br /><br />In other news, Mommy was creeping around Milan's room while he was taking his afternoon siesta today. (He's still asleep by the way!)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297595530798889346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoV5kU_umEETWKowwnI1qEJFQvHdQOWt4cPRfaVCME1Jq8qcoElIcD760eM9Go8xWLKq17xhuFDTPlULAoNmRGpZ3l432Ibc2JMHLvqFXv3D34K-6Y9t9z6CTchmS0B9iyORRatAnitko/s400/naptime4.jpg" border="0" /> Baby Girl at her post... She's on lookout duty!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297595528356706818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gH9uVSmYT5c1VUkGqbdrAQWwZXERe5wlhhIQisjbNo4JACrn7NPRRjFBdWANkauiGBHBmhR1rcYG7ZtSgcbzXrogKkvdSB3vQte06-I42Ri6hh0JKuqQPJPxBqkAjAMoadCAzDIDDqA/s400/naptime5.jpg" border="0" />I snuck some photos of what our little Prince looks like when he is off in la-la land. Hope you enjoy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297598020244686754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvtgi8gUjadgTYq-h_tcKzUtx4svqvOvIk4vWQ9wS7Vi2kfcmnF6d_JgsiSEElsZz3LYpyu8I3iQrLUZH_pCLXLIe0kXDjLFiDhnWiwf8x-FEOwGQO4pUqjTlMF64-3yKEDKKIv4bxEE/s400/naptime2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297598012856198674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiQkbBCMBqgSSH9NXaGS7KziJfyOCARVgUgMI-V2gyGkQbMk4zA5zduyeUZeSJTd9auVREIk62XlmjBq21Y3C9cpuFc1FPuczKJSZLB2eJZPT31Zg_ctcBoFCbLSjRtYTrEwe_yJaBhE/s400/naptime3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297581838202601474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtKfPzc2yceGHt5xqVlMFWA2l_3lXShIN-AQLVUPlaAem2YS9iGY6nwmHmlY9566u3X9t589d-Z4VVP0HYr9IsE4uBy0JY0tR44E15TaAQEFxSuqq_Hxm_BBAFuU9S8yD6NTM03SAFBU/s400/naptime+1.jpg" border="0" /> It's hard to keep our hands off of him when he is fast asleep like this. There is <em><strong>NOTHING </strong></em>as beautiful as a sleeping baby.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-85174542492218290332009-01-26T20:17:00.005-06:002009-01-26T20:58:16.501-06:00A man and a boy<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794055193705010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SX5woodyOjI/AAAAAAAAAII/-2ONqf0thyQ/s400/Daddy4.jpg" border="0" />From time to time I get the chance to sit back and watch Sasha, the man I fell in love with, interact with his son. I knew when I met Sasha that he was a man that was far and few between. Meaning, I hadn't met anyone quite like him, and I knew that there weren't very many like him out there. I knew that he was a good man, respectful, loving, responsible, intelligent, and most of all - he was complete.<br /><br /><div><div><div></div><div>But watching him with his son is remarkable in the sense that he becomes a child again. This is something that so many of us as adults have long forgotten how to do. Our imaginations have dulled from the once vivid, bright, exciting fantasy that we made them when we were innocent from the responsibilities of the 'real' world. Sasha and Milan will giggle together, a sound that is more beautiful to my ears than even the sweetest soung. Daddy will sing countless versions of every song he knows while holding his son in his arms, kissing the top of his soft, fuzzy head. When Sasha puts Milan to sleep at night, something that seems to be a feat in itself at times, he'll come down the stairs with a victorious smile, his chest puffed out a bit. It's so cute.</div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295801337937123234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsinncVf3Jp2wXckJkJqSZdKwwOVw1C7QwkZDN3F1sIACAf4Nl2mabeLdHl8RTAs3PwcvIElkD-1omMag2z0YFDPCnaucEwQWN-CFiROVNGIdADzWVv5RgGxLNah_AkBQZDw2Pg0pRVhs/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" />The proud father has said on more that one occasion how excited he is for Milan to start playing with G.I. Joe's and other action figures, usually at the same time that he is making rocket-ship sounds zooming Milan around the room. Already, it's becoming increasingly obvious that Milan is enjoying a little bit of roughhousing, of course the most careful sorts at this young age.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295801335209881458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SX53QYo5b3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/4hlVP0CdgU8/s400/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" />Being Milan's mommy, I am privy to many moments when it's just the two of us. We share play time, quiet time, happy time, sad time, nap time, snack time - you name it and we do it together. Sometimes we share secrets together too. I make sure to tell Milan how lucky he is to have such a daddy. I tell him that one day he will be a bit older and he'll be able to notice that some of the other kids he plays with don't talk or boast about their daddies, or that perhaps they don't even have daddies. He doesn't know it now, but daddies like the one he has are priceless, just like Milan himself. It may be a long time before Milan can appreciate his daddy, but one day he will be able to look back at all the memories that are sure to be made and he'll know. Milan might even become a father one day himself and one thing I am sure of, he will easily be able to model himself after the man and father that Sasha is.</div></div><p>It's easy to want to give Milan brothers and sisters with a daddy like Sasha - there is just so many happy moments filled with love and joy to enjoy, memories and traditions to be made; moments that should be shared with a large family. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295801327112336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjxbXPxYZbCHePI3ld37whWxMIEu70KQrbk_eCrvo_fcCJa60Mi5a3WtAyNNXT_y8eVmB8pXIiCdGYHb1iBGsermp-w6PjyePAqTEiFIvecgZWc1vNz_YJs8vvs79_mIuwLCct3gILoQ/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" />I leave you with a quotation that I find perfectly appropriate for a blog entry dedicated to fathers and their sons. <p><span style="font-size:180%;">It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">~Johann Schiller</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-62675859529270949472009-01-20T20:45:00.006-06:002009-01-20T21:05:20.618-06:00Lean mean blue jean machineWell, the "mean" part is completely untrue... <div><div><div></div><div>Yesterday afternoon, we had some time to get creative together while daddy was at work, so Milan threw on a little outfit he was dying to wear, and we did a little photoshoot.</div><div></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293575755089225826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2G9RPU6DmNPH3YIP8G8fYJx9aH-we6c7ws5f2bLgbcbUdMx7DfQ74KvAHSdwbUEdLpFKOdh4cpTCp-SGwv6VWbyj2GZlmiAQgPOumiDrkfPE5tsDeSBlisaxPTQnRdBHbu0FtKYI6rU/s320/happy+hat.jpg" border="0" />Every one's favorite little man is 5 months old now, and is eating rice cereal twice daily. He really loves the evening cereal, which has bananas in it! Nummers!! </div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293575746373249570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLGPakoQaa1CTUq5W0hWWvTYgn-ySysXTIop1dfTg-v_8E4Frmbg7L4KBK16HPeQXI8ipFO0sA7r13xcF8E9MDoernadMNt_Z23dxVwB60bC2d6DHP5a7QNe9WXcFNfCCWIOtSQpIssQ/s320/Copy+(2)+of+IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" />He continues to charm us every day, flashing smiles each time you look at him. The teething saga continues, however there are no teeth directly on the horizon yet...</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293575753510209458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1ZXF6ROOy53cvwCoHMKtV5Jz1PnLWHbQiqtOrfvZqRvVEkcbvO3nKG2un41YGDRR9kmJ-8qahiKKvcGkzlhMafitb-cAkoK6QZa_diHLATEb07PrUHWhpvMDqlD54Gzs9DO8Ly6A75M/s320/tuggin+hat.jpg" border="0" />Today he nodded his approval for Barack Obama several times during the inauguration ceremony, he showed his support and cheered loudly during the parade! The jolly jumper came to a complete stand still when he saw the president's 2 pretty daughters! It seems like King Milan has quite the eye for the ladies already! He is such a daddy's boy! ;-D<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293575759870962994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoCLDsezrfa9ihpJdn1VNCI6SGCsTU8bprk65auFh9DxOhunao_nv6uIgDC1AOzqMXcFZxaFd5JQX4m4WyZAFD8veva_BExtfYlfMS0PTGr_c2TPW36k9lNXEvVh301yJg2qOh0RZVpPU/s320/eyes.JPG" border="0" />All in all, things continue to be well here at the Herakovic household. We fair well despite the cold temperatures that we are unused to during the winters. Sending much love- until the next blog, stay warm!<br /><br />xoxox<br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-85509403742047295352009-01-04T19:24:00.002-06:002009-01-04T19:55:30.210-06:00Daddy's Heading Back to Work<div>Back to work tomorrow and thought I'd post another blog before things get hectic again. Here are a few photos that I took over the last few days. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2Ug7EMUX9hXUawR4RhWTNgUuOskUmQJNnw-MZQujbIYTeoM__R9I6hlKdu2LFHsVmHBwB_OJ1kWsIB7GxF2aqSe9NPTcyrTdElwtU5uDJtQxAqDGGs-BBUMTyzy0SteOMotwYP2JVUo/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287616462072426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2Ug7EMUX9hXUawR4RhWTNgUuOskUmQJNnw-MZQujbIYTeoM__R9I6hlKdu2LFHsVmHBwB_OJ1kWsIB7GxF2aqSe9NPTcyrTdElwtU5uDJtQxAqDGGs-BBUMTyzy0SteOMotwYP2JVUo/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alert, focused, concentrated, aware; are only some of the words we can use to describe Milan when someone's speaking with him or when he's playing with a toy.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287616470839808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehKnlM0BGiz3y9XJVmq6gMlPQc7v3dSvpbkH9hoC-O-FviP48wJDBpBpPNh4NLWh6l8k9OTbaDZ2gDiYYEs-Ps56_RkYvGSB6AfEl1nAU8tKR5lZ00iEVvboIXNSVd4K39XM4jgr84OA/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" />Please note the position of his thumb (on the orange toy); he's preparing himself for his first BlackBerry :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip92EHW_GkQDdjpR7za3t2hE2AMKY7ndoWV0X405IFsOv2Mx1vGQVcE9Lfa_P4DIyOvfHTgP0TAwJA2wbfzGk7cPjLZWa9gUFGYOO93R0gLonvPR48DEBQyhX9uON1fCA-w4kV1FdhLWk/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287616454339995682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip92EHW_GkQDdjpR7za3t2hE2AMKY7ndoWV0X405IFsOv2Mx1vGQVcE9Lfa_P4DIyOvfHTgP0TAwJA2wbfzGk7cPjLZWa9gUFGYOO93R0gLonvPR48DEBQyhX9uON1fCA-w4kV1FdhLWk/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'll be posting an "after" picture soon, but it's been about a week since this photo was taken and we're nearly done framing the basement; Milan's future play area.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFnXp3IxFg3-jRl9UvHLi5S8tARUm-Ok7-fuI7AAj4fpmcHwDzxjmgB6SU7N_E_nKggP73m0Yqt_S3MDcPs4agfnPU7eI5PZGFEB53Xzec29h0h44CDmbqG0yr6keW5Z-TBjA9QGxXo8/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287616450100516002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFnXp3IxFg3-jRl9UvHLi5S8tARUm-Ok7-fuI7AAj4fpmcHwDzxjmgB6SU7N_E_nKggP73m0Yqt_S3MDcPs4agfnPU7eI5PZGFEB53Xzec29h0h44CDmbqG0yr6keW5Z-TBjA9QGxXo8/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mommy and Milan we're playing airplane. What a happy boy! We're working hard, but there's no bigger reward than seeing your child laughing and smiling.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIvLfuRan5HZGmQSQsb5o23BDj5hk08ZOrbUqzHbVLKy_nHYNEV6G1b7nNHkGI3ujYebKzSvA7drYmj5757VcOpsTCdJh-wifrIjMIlncLet-tykkj05MV1LmpyFpejHczCnqpNBlGCk/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287616444103564962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIvLfuRan5HZGmQSQsb5o23BDj5hk08ZOrbUqzHbVLKy_nHYNEV6G1b7nNHkGI3ujYebKzSvA7drYmj5757VcOpsTCdJh-wifrIjMIlncLet-tykkj05MV1LmpyFpejHczCnqpNBlGCk/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /></a>Cute shot of Milan and his big cousin Nicolas.<br /><br />As I was writing this post, I took a quick break to take Milan to his crib since he fell asleep while feeding. Picking him up, having him melt into my chest and into the nook of my neck made me realize how much he trusts me....truly an amazing feeling.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-41366555618720174052009-01-04T17:57:00.003-06:002009-01-04T18:01:44.561-06:00Blessings<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SWFNTIkdhlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DvdFSeTmfSU/s1600-h/Blessings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287592428622939730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SWFNTIkdhlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DvdFSeTmfSU/s400/Blessings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hi everyone! I just thought I'd post my latest scrapbook page that I scrapped today. The photo is quite old; back from Milan's first couple days! It's hard to see in the photo, but there is journalling all around the border that reads, "<strong><em>When I count my blessings, I count you twice</em></strong>". We'll be posting more photos of everyone's favorite lil' guy soon! <div><div> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-90028682721761394402009-01-01T13:51:00.003-06:002009-01-01T14:02:05.683-06:00Happy New Year!<p>Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous 2009. Hopefully this video puts a smile on your face :-)</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz7-RteLxDJCFH-1IW9dGXYh0QoUKrP8WlIZBvJ35qHROkPGTBOUKyj5uTxVwCQcsonBMloj1n8k4xDNF-OFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Sashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109178687994664364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-68831859132162862152008-12-28T21:12:00.015-06:002008-12-29T09:30:50.776-06:00Bonding with my Son<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285047701806342402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVhC4icpYQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5B9uGYTNaB0/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>I really can't believe the last time I blogged was in September. Things have been ridiculously hectic these last few months, but I have now found time during the holidays to both bond with my family and post a new blog. </p><p>I raised a concern with Danielle this morning; it went something like, "Danielle, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I feel as though I'm not in many photos with Milan." To be quite frank, I'm convinced that out of the thousand photos we have of our son, I'm maybe in a dozen of them. Her response you ask? She immediately went upstairs, grabbed the camera gear and took a few shots. The above photo was the result of my observation :) </p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVhC5GHMLPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ONmhkBYCrm4/s1600-h/IMG_9841.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285047711380024562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVhC5GHMLPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ONmhkBYCrm4/s320/IMG_9841.JPG" border="0" /></a> I catch myself staring at Milan, mesmerized by the hope; by the innocence; and well, by how darn cute he is. He's growing quickly and becoming more active and aware of his surroundings. He loves bouncing, smiling, reaching out to grab objects (he's got impressive hand-eye coordination for such a young lad), endless chatter and chewing on Daddy's fingers with his two new teeth.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285047696733419314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVhC4PjKtzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h8w35d33MwY/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" />We have also started feeding Milan rice cereal (pablum). As you can see from the shot above, he's still learning to keep it all in his mouth. This has become a nightly routine, but I have not had the opportunity to feed him myself. I've got a lot of confidence I'll be able to handle it though. If I was able to find my groove with the baths, diaper changes, clothing and children's songs; I'll be able to develop my new skillsets to keep up with my boy :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYI5EMGZG7B0FuH0EfRyJbjvLeAHfT1WfJnWEqMoDhu42qUBClxEwEztGnZ2Mxt9mUG2sV3qZQqdEdS5sjQyMQ7XHMISkterQgvmTuTZ3Y0uXV3sfQnDA8f3_GGGueOu6NzoV7aFeJ_aA/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285047708904158018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYI5EMGZG7B0FuH0EfRyJbjvLeAHfT1WfJnWEqMoDhu42qUBClxEwEztGnZ2Mxt9mUG2sV3qZQqdEdS5sjQyMQ7XHMISkterQgvmTuTZ3Y0uXV3sfQnDA8f3_GGGueOu6NzoV7aFeJ_aA/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's fantastic that I've been able to spend a good chunk of time out of the office during the holidays. I get the chance to see my son everyday; sit on the floor and play with him during tummy time; read "My First Christmas" to him over and over and over again; put him down for naps; watch NCAA basketball with him and coach him on the intricacies of a 2-1-2 full-court press; and watch him bounce for endless hours in his jolly jumper. </div><div></div><div>I know every parent feels this way, but I gotta say it. What a phenomenal child we have...the love and bond continues to strengthen and is something we'll cherish forever.<br /><br />That's it for now, but since I likely won't be back on prior to the new year, I'd like to wish everyone a very happy, safe and prosperous 2009.<br /><div><div> </div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxqf611AO-fJ3KvzSdysay8CtKuy6ujZv2AIEio0wnPFfj_hBv0eyJcfHP_GCJ1ybSY754oBJ2Dp1Ge0Mrw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-51952966915044587042008-12-23T10:48:00.016-06:002008-12-24T14:26:51.059-06:00To Saskachewan and Beyond!!!<div>Hi everyone! As I promised in the last blog entry, I am posting some photos of our trip from out west. Hope you enjoy!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029484088391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdp0bbfmXpELJjMN1Au2rcVXGrVFmUE1zKUPid-6zf_lyXhJwJbP2TOob2kzBwLUWD13VP16_opBknHF6DFoipxrxXO4sXlTKZqPjlDPemZ4uRtUM7qTi-ZdCfQ6TCdOYCRvvWF14ab0/s320/IMG_5411.JPG" border="0" />A snapshot of Milan on the plane. He did so well! I doubt he even knew he was off the ground to tell the truth... We had Sasha's dad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Janko</span>, drive us to the airport and help us to check our luggage, then we were really on our own. It went very smoothly, which made me so happy as I had been pretty anxious about travelling with a baby alone for the first time. For those who don't know, Sasha and his parents were joining us in Saskatchewan for Grandma Flo and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Grampa</span> Joe's wedding 8 days after Milan and I arrived.</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283031362305266290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEZCId0EnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dMUoF21ZadE/s320/IMG_5419.JPG" border="0" />Here is a photo of Milan at Grandma Flo's and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Grampa</span> Joe's after we arrived. He is such a little hero! All that travelling and bustling about and nothing but smiles from him!! We were so glad to get there and get unpacked - it was really nice to be back in Saskatchewan again.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283032204170536162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1FW5R3gqEjT0t_NeBR_zi49wsTJGC2HK2AY6S2ziVboz2Xb0uBIbU23BwOUgHvuq6ENjsCDRUcQVJW720uU4niwXYPInyWKTAhTvKWvpYdK2dIHK_0eKH5CutHlnpqdySBorpUMbobr4/s320/IMG_5457.JPG" border="0" />Grandma Flo was so happy to have her little boy with her again! No one has more fun than these two when they are together. Milan is always comforted by the sound of her voice and is easy to smile when she is around. </div><br /><div>After we had been in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rosetown</span> for 2 nights, it was time to drive to Regina to see Great-Grandma and Great <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Grampa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Seitz</span>. Milan is the first Great-Grandchild, so it was really special to see them together and snap a few photos. The drive from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Rosetown</span> to Regina was about 3 hours long and it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">also</span> the first time Milan and Mommy were in the car driving together alone for such a great distance. We were troopers and made it safely without a hitch.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283033467262305970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEa8qCrhrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3DmRGubhmZY/s320/IMG_5508.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLwijFSHq5VHV-D356mrLjYLcpTH3E7ntnr8h4gsadkWtM4o7ay683fGYHkSkuaT7m6Dzmw5EmdEu8uX0GXtiBD-fV1160hzjomMY8kZcvYUKJu9MMP6FfCOdGqT9bLN_-knrYGGoJ_s/s1600-h/IMG_5587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283043845579237842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLwijFSHq5VHV-D356mrLjYLcpTH3E7ntnr8h4gsadkWtM4o7ay683fGYHkSkuaT7m6Dzmw5EmdEu8uX0GXtiBD-fV1160hzjomMY8kZcvYUKJu9MMP6FfCOdGqT9bLN_-knrYGGoJ_s/s320/IMG_5587.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RXpYA58Bde9gBKbvDhbg1E2LMjiZrobCYulU0RteKBBKGwJJADMZn5dVgOmsZROjKdHpu6WUz12npduSghoO9FcSdn6Cq1vZOwSfKwbSujSkL7DQLkYX2fg-OIFhXFzBRXKfO9OmDbQ/s1600-h/IMG_5584.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283043840790588018" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RXpYA58Bde9gBKbvDhbg1E2LMjiZrobCYulU0RteKBBKGwJJADMZn5dVgOmsZROjKdHpu6WUz12npduSghoO9FcSdn6Cq1vZOwSfKwbSujSkL7DQLkYX2fg-OIFhXFzBRXKfO9OmDbQ/s320/IMG_5584.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAakutU95BiRYb0wRzxPXQIw7ZhH4GrWzVBro8oLAC4xtw9iSkg0NQ8T56TDhQEyY_BAKGu0-ScoDQyYIozlcSxkDYaIkLPTBozzAqOTBJPmhMyrPP3x39_dzow7yuFYNsVwJc-yEjIU/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283043832450873682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCAakutU95BiRYb0wRzxPXQIw7ZhH4GrWzVBro8oLAC4xtw9iSkg0NQ8T56TDhQEyY_BAKGu0-ScoDQyYIozlcSxkDYaIkLPTBozzAqOTBJPmhMyrPP3x39_dzow7yuFYNsVwJc-yEjIU/s320/IMG_5577.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>Many other members of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Seitz</span> clan got to meet King Milan for the first time while we were there. The visit wouldn't have felt complete without a traditional <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Seitz</span> meal made by Grandma Adeline. M-M-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Tastee</span>!! Thanks Grandma for the wonderful supper!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283037926047517298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEfAMT6inI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Jk8e8eO-g0s/s320/IMG_5544.JPG" border="0" />Uncle George and cousin Jordan with Milan. Auntie Louise and Milan<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283038449358319874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEfepy7sQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VJtQ9ac3UM8/s320/IMG_5555.JPG" border="0" />Here is a neat photo of Renee and Uncle George hanging out with Milan.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283039134672868498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRXKzQifpiF3fATsVQzbh7XzYMW_KVsBu16_k-3ct6Nerdbp-hANtxVny-hQqpnVJOvRR_R86gqGq2AUL290TsfJRvF4om1zebYPpsczFHfy3N8RYAdkoKiurxhsl4FbDXeK8G0Pqmk8/s320/IMG_5565.JPG" border="0" /><br />This is Suzanne, one of the greatest mom's I have ever met, she continues to inspire me daily, with Milan, Liliana, and little Elana in the background. She didn't even break a sweat for this photo. I did.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283047379530445042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEnmdR4cPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zmWnrzFzCjY/s320/IMG_5595.JPG" border="0" />The woman with the magic touch. If anyone needs rocking to sleep, see her.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283047399452717986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEnnnfuM6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/WwMh6cP60ns/s320/IMG_5638.JPG" border="0" />Simone needed her baby-fix one evening, so she brought Michele <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">and</span> Jeremy over for a visit. Jeremy gave Milan a toy which used to be his as a baby and it has become one of Milan's favorites! Thanks Jeremy!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283047390081073122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVEnnElWP-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/BXt4zZKzHSY/s320/IMG_5602.JPG" border="0" />Here is Michele with Milan. Milan didn't give her a easy time holding him, but she did a great job! Michele also celebrated her 13<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span> birthday while we were visiting in Saskatchewan. Happy Birthday girlfriend! :-D<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283047388563829250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYK7du1zaqsQ9648xngUEZx4IcHr7os02C9Vga-lGfNFMT5plKanGvu25-O8Z1k9zLbwuhOOA4L933ESG-EYK2uf6uD6pce6tAh8ItQtvSfAg2Ro73dmKsRTxxgmTbVY7V98NAxLd5HV4/s320/IMG_5611.JPG" border="0" /> The day before the wedding, some family and friends gathered to decorate the hall. With <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">every one's</span> help, it turned out wonderfully! We were ready to party! Here is Aunt Alice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">meeting</span> Milan for the first time.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058140988639298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVExY21dCEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VVUjhnaElmw/s320/IMG_8542.JPG" border="0" />On the wedding day, Grandma Flo looked absolutely gorgeous all done up with her hair and make-up. A beautiful bride indeed! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Grampa</span> Joe looked extremely handsome and it was obvious when he was standing with his sons that good looks run in the family for sure! Never one to be outdone, Milan insisted on wearing his tuxedo so that he might be presentable and dressed for the occasion. He looked quite dapper, and everyone agreed that James Bond himself would cast an envious eye to our little man.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058158246275954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVExZ3H_q3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tTxyK60W3PI/s320/IMG_8716.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058150933603426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SVExZb4hJGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EqtqxJiwSfQ/s320/IMG_8710.JPG" border="0" />That's it for now! Hope you enjoyed all the photos! Take care everyone!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-88953668344569349652008-12-14T23:33:00.000-06:002008-12-15T08:25:01.367-06:00A moment to Cherish<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sdQ4L3LEM3JNTXn__vLZzjyhEEGm3s_2fvK4LZo1x6gAz-z_B_gexY0urIn4dp-0nw-8N-UU4dunZHelDanDRGgQe1a20J3PZ9cC4RvvdjSHFkzlE5H_mdxM-0c1ZNmjtXg0Qzw1CqQ/s1600-h/IMG_5617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280021288249687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sdQ4L3LEM3JNTXn__vLZzjyhEEGm3s_2fvK4LZo1x6gAz-z_B_gexY0urIn4dp-0nw-8N-UU4dunZHelDanDRGgQe1a20J3PZ9cC4RvvdjSHFkzlE5H_mdxM-0c1ZNmjtXg0Qzw1CqQ/s320/IMG_5617.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's quite late to be writing a post (12:35 to be exact), but like many who keep note pads by their bed to jot down thoughts, ideas or revelations when they may strike, I felt compelled to come downstairs and type up my own thoughts as they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occurred</span> to me a moment ago.<br /><br />I know I am needing to get thoughts and photos together about our big trip to Saskatchewan recently. I promise a blog post dedicated entirely to this very soon.<br /><br />This week Milan cut his first tooth. December 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, Sasha, Milan and I were all upstairs hanging out in bed all cozy as could be. Milan has been in the teething process for at least a month now. We knew it because he was suddenly drooling quite a bit and always chewing on his hands, fingers and fist if he could. Poor little guy is so young to be teething that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">developmentally</span>, he cannot even hold a teething ring to offer relief. So he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gnawing</span> away at daddy's knuckle when daddy announced that he felt the tooth biting into him! We knew it was coming, just not quite this fast. It's the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">front</span> bottom tooth on the left. Wouldn't ya know it that the very next day, a tiny sliver of the tooth right next to it popped up too.<br /><br />Anyhow, before getting off track, this teething thing is taking a toll on him in the sense that he is just exhausted. Tonight he went to sleep around 6:30 and has woken up twice for some sampling of mummy's milk, then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">promptly</span> dozes off again.<br /><br />The most recent feeding at 11:20 had me in the spare bedroom laying next to the little stinker. He doesn't stink, really. Even when he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">needs</span> a bath he smells like the heaven's and all the glory in the world. He's fed, changed and fast asleep and I couldn't be more awake, darn it. We're laying next to one another all bundled up in Great-Grandma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Seitz's</span> wool quilt, and I can't help but to stare at my life's greatest <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">achievement</span> with wonder.<br /><br />He is growing up so fast! I know about a million people told me that he would, but he really is. I found myself thinking, "I want to remember this...". Hence me sitting here at 12:43 typing away. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280021915485550098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYybTSjyV-csqfTBMiyM4Ehg_26AHwuELMKUJ4uPKvZMe4RpC9wcjUEqrrpw20H5Db0OmfwMmWbbDXO1k1sdFKlCigQzayRJhD2q8HyvLy_AEaolZpmCJ9HE_OTN68qVaTi3OyjJ_Gl6s/s320/IMG_5618.JPG" border="0" />I want to remember the chunks that are his healthy cheeks, his almost-not-there eyebrows, the dimples where his knuckles are and the chubby fingers. I want to be able to call upon the image of the creases at his wrist, almost like he is wearing a sleeve that ends just there. The beauty of calmness that lies over his eyes while he sleeps, and the occasional twitch of his eyes underneath their lids telling me he is dreaming. Is he dreaming of the kisses I just planted all over his face even while he sleeps? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280022615440193378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJ0zNoH12mXxYku3bqP9dP2XAdDfd1iEvrlT_xCSdym1GZJJ3CXetoiHuAcgdGUj9TVH7rn9mob4HQszOwFMSJMILEraYtTjr6nhs5ck4BmRdMIsWdF8lVb7FHryxspdNpT7TR37JipQ/s320/IMG_5625.JPG" border="0" />I know that our time sleeping side by side is somewhat coming to an end. It's never going to be as easy as it is now to pluck him up when it's nap time and curl up with him. Holding him close, tight and warm, with my arm around him. There will come a day that cuddling with mommy just won't be on his to-do list, his idea of 'cool things to do', there won't be enough play time in the hours of the day let alone time to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">canoodle</span> with mommy.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Y'know</span>, I bitched and complained about breastfeeding for awhile back. My cousin, Suzanne, told me that it'll change and it will cease to feel like such a chore, and I may even come to enjoy it. Lately this is definitely the case, because it means time that we can just lay there and let time tick away. Nothing else matters while we breastfeed. Who cares if the phone is ringing or there are chores to do? I can listen to him guzzle the milk from my breast and nuzzle close to him. Listen to him breathing and touch his soft fuzzy hair, which is also just one more thing that is growing and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">changing</span> on my remarkably perfect little man. He doesn't even know how many times I have taken his soft little hand and caressed my own face with it as he sleeps. It's the most divine feeling in the world, because exists little else in the entirety of the world that is <em>that</em> soft, <em>that</em> innocent, <em>that</em> pure. Nothing else matters during these moments, and they are the ones I want to remember forever.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="left">I end now, leaving you to return to my little boyfriend, who doesn't even know I have left his side as he sleeps peacefully.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:180%;">“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cesare <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Pavese</span></span> </div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829910933740284349.post-6184490256703014732008-11-21T22:07:00.001-06:002008-11-21T23:15:51.793-06:00Just another day in the life of Milan....<div><div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SSeGUhVU7_I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ce9ZSKyiodI/s1600-h/IMG_6816.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271329575963783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SSeGUhVU7_I/AAAAAAAAADA/Ce9ZSKyiodI/s320/IMG_6816.JPG" border="0" /></a> Milan is 3 months old! How could this be?! We have been told by a few different people that we are entering the days of the milestone. Everyday a new development will seemingly occur. Already we can sense all the changes that are right around the corner...<br /><br />He makes me smile all day long. We've gotten to know each other, I think, and have developed somewhat of a routine that works for both of us.<br /><br />8-9am - Wake up and get out of bed. This can take an hour because we try and squeeze in some extra winks after daddy leaves for work.<br /><br />9-10:30ish - Play in the swing, excersaucer, bouncy chair, bumbo chair, or on the muffin mat. Mommy tries to make coffee and have some breakfast while Milan is content playing on his own for a few minutes. Then she sings songs like 'Old MacDonald' (he really likes this one!) and other songs that we've learned together.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271346063743424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SSeVUPGUmII/AAAAAAAAADg/EuP0eSNkKPg/s320/IMG_8294.JPG" border="0" />Usually at the 10:30 mark, it's time for Milan to have a snack and a nap. Milan is now sleeping much less during the daytime then he used to when he was a new baby. He takes a few 20 -45 minute cat naps during the day and is getting much closer to sleeping through the night.<br /><br />After Milan wakes up from his morning nap, he eats again and we repeat the play activities. Sometimes we have play dates with other babies and mommies, coffee dates at Chapters, or we go do some shopping and run errands. Mommy has learned that we have a 90 minute time limit on most outings before the possibility of a Milan-sized meltdown can occur!!<br /><em>**** Get Me Home Mommy!!!!!***</em><br /><br />1:30ish - another snack-a-roo, then nap time. We know when nap time has come when Milan is getting a bit fussy. I'm almost 100% positive that this will become whining when is is a bit older...<br />Once or twice a week, Grampa Herakovic will come over and spend some time with Milan. They walk and chat and Milan will fall asleep in Grampa's strong arms. Grampa likes to coo to Milan in Serbian which is very special. Almost like a secret language shared between the two.... Milan will just gaze up at Grampa and smile and try and laugh here and there at something funny Grampa says.<br /><br />Around 4:30 Mommy starts to find ways to get dinner started while Milan starts to get fussy and in need of another nap. Daddy comes home and finds his son happy to see his father and to be in his arms. Mommy is boring after being together all day!! :-)<br /><br />Sometimes Milan needs a nap around the dinner hour, sometimes not. He decides and lets us know. He will go to bed between 7:30-9 but only for a few hours. He wakes up well before midnight for another feeding and then Mommy and Daddy make bets on how long our little Mister will sleep for that night. Mommy usually wins!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271339577944370898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9byYiDAY4ngKDjxvU4hUjs1G_xGBgoheL3dSsbzil6JoDIhIgq9r93mUP4G0MJjr53pbPU8umPhXCsA3i51idvGPx7qO7YpG078rxin6OxIX-WpuLxIVRDQnUbIG7DMBU3IORLPTdm8/s320/IMG_6970.JPG" border="0" />These days Milan is holding his whole upper body up when he lays on his tummy. During 'tummy time' he props himself up on his forearms/elbows and holds his neck and head way up off the ground. His little legs kick excitedly as though he wants to crawl away! But Mommy says, "No way! You have to stay my little baby for a bit longer Milan!" ;-) On 3 or 4 rare occasions, he has rolled over from tummy to back, which got both Mommy and Daddy extra excited!<br /><br />He is also developing quite the vocabulary of baby sounds and is working on a shriek which startles him! It's pretty cute, he makes a little scream then gets all serious because he didn't know what just happened and what the noise was!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271345364064729634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SSeUrgl6-iI/AAAAAAAAADY/qrOOmzy-mBk/s320/IMG_8311.JPG" border="0" />One of his favorite things is to stand up on his strong little legs. While we hold him under his arms, he will stand and bounce up and down. We are all amazed and are certain that we are only providing him with the balance. If not for that he would be able to stand on his very own!!<br /><br />He is a charming little boy who flirts with big smiles that consume his whole face. His eyes smile so bright when he is excited and it makes our hearts flutter! We are so lucky to have such a wonderful baby boy.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271340681974570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3lHtcvvhdU/SSeQa-co3GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mqMtJjD4uLk/s320/IMG_6893.JPG" border="0" />Tomorrow, (Saturday, November 22nd) is the day that we have decided to decorate our house for the Christmas holidays. We want to make it festive with a big tree, lights and festive decorations. It's our son's first Christmas and although he won't be able to remember it, we want to have memories of family and friends, happiness and joy - everything that the holidays represent. One day we will be able to tell him about his first Christmas and just how special it was for the whole family. We will surely take lots of photos of the day to remember for years to come, as well as to post on the blog for everyone to enjoy.<br /><br /><em>Stay tuned for more!</em> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12632976669659112534noreply@blogger.com0