<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584</id><updated>2011-12-05T14:38:54.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iMOM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-7684197521843022819</id><published>2009-08-12T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:31:45.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Weeks Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yikes!  I know that it's been a ridiculously long time since I last posted -- I wonder if I should just admit defeat and acknowledge that I'm not the blogger I imagine myself to be?  Consistent, insightful and witty -- post after post -- week after week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also dream of being one of those people that frequently takes (and posts) photos and seems to flawlessly manage her own online social networks/profiles while keeping up with everyone else's ((like Mojan!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A brief recap of the past 17 weeks...I am now 34 weeks along so I'm into the 6 week countdown (yikes!)  I feel the *yikes!* when I realize that I/Kiave will be full-term in 3 weeks.  Kiave is incredibly active in utero and I feel him much more distinctly than I remember feeling Kapono (in the womb) -- one of my midwives from the Tucson Birth Center confirmed that most women feel movements/sensations much more distinctly in subsequent pregnancies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapono is still nursing and as far as I know, I am still lactating.  I haven't actually seen my milk in weeks, but Kapono assures me that there is still milk and he still swallows while nursing.  Generally, each nursing session is fairly uncomfortable b/c I have such heightened breast sensitivity, bordering on pain at times.  In addition, I often feel a contraction(s) after 5 mins or so into a nursing session.  That's usually around the time I give Kapono the "one more minute" warning.  It may be in response to the "life in transition" or the newly placed limitations on the lengths of our nursing sessions, but Kapono now requests to nurse more frequently and for longer periods of time -- the exact opposite of what I'm wanting!  He may go a full day and nurse only once or he may nurse up to 4-6 times/day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I intuitively sense that Kapono may be ready to fully wean although I've made the decision to not force the weaning at this time simply because of the many life changes we've experienced these past 8 weeks -- move from Illinois to Arizona, going back and forth between two homes (Arivaca and Phoenix), potty-training, starting the homebuying/househunting process, and, of course, Kiave's arrival.  My main reason for re-starting this blog was to chronicle my adventures in tandem nursing...so far, no regrets about continuing to nurse during pregnancy despite the challenges, mainly the discomfort while actually nursing.  I may be singing a different tune in about 6 weeks -- Kapono and I have talked about how Kiave will nurse with mommy when he arrives and will need to nurse A LOT because he is a baby and babies need to nurse more than big boys.  I am very curious to see how the actual tandem nursing goes....no promises on when to expect my next post and like I said, I may need to just "throw in the towel" and accept that I am just not a blogger, at least not yet :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-7684197521843022819?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7684197521843022819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=7684197521843022819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/7684197521843022819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/7684197521843022819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-weeks-later.html' title='17 Weeks Later...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-1066395643807476217</id><published>2009-04-08T14:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:51:41.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Weeks &amp; Counting</title><content type='html'>I did start blogging again to chronicle and share my own "adventures" in tandem nursing so, to be fair, I will share one such adventure from this morning.  Well, this morning, for the first time while nursing Kapono, I felt those mild, back-ache type cramps which later into my (first) pregnancy, I learned are actually contractions and I wondered if I was actually having mild, &lt;a href="http://www.kellymom.com/nursingtwo/excerpts/03bfcontractions.html"&gt;nursing-induced contractions&lt;/a&gt; -- and if Kapono's morning nursing session should stop?  We did wrap up the nursing, although not immediately, and intuitively, I wasn't worried (I must also embarassingly confess that these physical sensations may simply have been indicative of a bowel movement).  Nevertheless, the experience did get me thinking about nursing-induced contractions that I may experience later into my pregnancy when the actual birth will be much more imminent and if I'll feel so not worried then...? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only new nursing challenges that I've faced (so far) as a result of the pregnancy are increased sensitivity when Kapono latches on and then, inevitably, at some point into the nursing session, I will feel FAMISHED -- like, I need to EAT, and I need to EAT A LOT RIGHT NOW.  Usually by that point, I also feel like whichever side Kapono has nursed on more is now running on "E".  Sometimes I wonder if he's still getting milk when he nurses past that "empty feeling" point, but so far, no complaints :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-1066395643807476217?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1066395643807476217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=1066395643807476217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/1066395643807476217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/1066395643807476217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2009/04/17-weeks-counting.html' title='17 Weeks &amp; Counting'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-658713853220735373</id><published>2009-04-03T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:13:46.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Giving Birth vs. Doctors Delivering Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*THANK YOU* to my cheering squad ;-) for your encouragement and support in my tandem nursing efforts!  I read a vignette from a mother in "Adventures in Tandem Nursing" who wrote that she made a point of nursing both her toddler and infant simultaneously in public to make a statement about tandem nursing -- basically, that it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;possible!  I don't know yet if I'll find myself doing the same thing, but I have found myself making a point of telling people that I am still nursing Kapono as a means of raising awareness about continued breastfeeding during pregnancy.  Previously, I frequently censored that piece of information, but lately I've been forcing myself not to edit that part out anymore, so, good for me :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been reading "Silent Knife", a book about Cesarean prevention and vaginal birth after Cesarean (VBAC), and the experience of reading this book has really motivated me to have a home birth for our second child.  The *only* thing is that we don't know where home will be in late September (around my due date) since we're moving all of our stuff to Arizona at the end of May and then staying in China for the summer.  We're planning to return to Arizona in late Aug/early Sep about a month or so before my due date, but we're not sure yet if we'll be in Tucson or Phoenix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I reflect on my own birth experience in a hospital and the more I reflect on what I really and truly believe in my heart to be true about childbirth (that it is/should be a SAFE, NON-MEDICAL experience for the vast majority of women and children in the world), the more I want to have a home birth.  The most recent section that I read in "Silent Knife" talked about the disempowering process of childbirth in the United States -- how we have adopted and perpetuated this general attitude that doctors deliver babies (vs. women give birth).  What a contrast!  And so true!!!  At my first pre-natal check-up this year, my ob mentioned that he was exhausted from having delivered babies all night and I was thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you just caught those babies, the women delivered them!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  I just got in touch with a free-standing birth clinic in Tucson which I'm hoping might be a good alternative to a home birth experience, but their first email reply to me was very impersonal and I told Emiliano that if I wanted impersonal, I could just go to a hospital again :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-658713853220735373?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/658713853220735373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=658713853220735373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/658713853220735373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/658713853220735373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-giving-birth-vs-doctors.html' title='Women Giving Birth vs. Doctors Delivering Babies'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-983308761697830546</id><published>2009-03-30T23:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:47:56.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Tandem Nursing</title><content type='html'>Well, the HUGE news now is that I'm pregnant -- about 14 weeks along.  It's so funny to me how I followed my pregnancy numbers so meticulously with Kapono and now with our second, everything is guess-timated.  I'm *about* 14 weeks along, due *around* late September, and the baby is *about* the size of an apple these days (I think -- I knew this stuff down to the centimeter with the K-man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to start up this blog again because I wanted a venue to share some of my adventures in&lt;a href="http://www.llli.org/NB/NBtandem.html"&gt; tandem nursing&lt;/a&gt; (breastfeeding during pregnancy).  The reason for this is because of the general lack of awareness (and accuracy!) and support from mainstream culture for breastfeeding, let alone encouragement to continue breastfeeding beyond infancy and into subsequent pregnancies.  When we found out that we were expecting, I had decided that I would wean Kapono because I kind of felt like that was what I had to do, like that was just what mothers did.  I hadn't *planned* to get pregnant while still nursing, but after a little bit of trial and error with the parent-led (vs child-led) weaning, I further investigated tandem nursing and made the much more informed decision to continue nursing during this second pregnancy.  Since making that decision, I feel happier and Kapono feels happier which also makes Emiliano (and baby) happier :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Academy of Pediatrics &lt;a href="http://www.aap.org/advocacy/releases/feb05breastfeeding.htm"&gt;Breastfeeding Policy &lt;/a&gt;recommends "Exclusive breastfeeding for approximately the first six months and support for breastfeeding for the first year and beyond as long as mutually desired by mother and child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.aafp.org/online/en/home/policy/policies/b/breastfeedingpolicy.html"&gt;American Academy of Family Physicians&lt;/a&gt; has an identical recommendation that "Breastfeeding beyond the first year offers considerable benefits to both mother and child, and should continue as long as mutually desired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;a href="http://www.who.int/nutrition/topics/exclusive_breastfeeding/en/"&gt;World Health Organization&lt;/a&gt; advises "continued breastfeeding up to 2 years of age or beyond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before getting pregnant with our second, people started to question our decision to continue breastfeeding Kapono, who turned two last month.  I really wonder why so many people feel so affronted by continued breastfeeding?  That being said, I also need to acknowledge the many people who have supported (and praised) our decision and/or, even if they were unfamiliar with tandem nursing, were very open-minded and, what I most especially appreciate, willing to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-983308761697830546?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/983308761697830546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=983308761697830546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/983308761697830546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/983308761697830546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventures-in-tandem-nursing.html' title='Adventures in Tandem Nursing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-5965878133138327039</id><published>2008-09-09T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:28:09.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I can't actually post my *HUGE NEWS* (not pregnant) yet because not all parties who should be informed have been informed, but I am joining the Baha'i House of Worship choir -- which isn't on the magnitude of *HUGE*, maybe more along the lines of *BIG*, but it's news, right?  Kapono is 19 months-ish, Emiliano is plugging away at work and school (transferred this term to Northeastern Illinois University) and I am plugging away at the whole raising a child thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-5965878133138327039?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5965878133138327039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=5965878133138327039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/5965878133138327039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/5965878133138327039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2008/09/huge-news.html' title='HUGE NEWS'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-8870354830721587475</id><published>2008-06-15T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:43:29.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned This Past Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In reflecting on what I learned this past academic year, I realized that it could be summed up briefly, and yet still accurately, in a few sentences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  Chemistry is all about electrons.  Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  Physics is about rules -- basically, how anything that exists as matter or energy is governed by rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're traveling at or near the speed of light.  Then you need a new set of rules (which we have, thanks to Einstein).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, that really does just about sum it all up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-8870354830721587475?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8870354830721587475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=8870354830721587475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/8870354830721587475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/8870354830721587475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-learned-this-past-year.html' title='What I Learned This Past Year'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-9182235072156169826</id><published>2008-06-13T00:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:39:03.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did it...I survived my first year pre-med.  I didn't tell very many people this, if anyone (other than Emiliano and my siblings), but after my first week of chemistry and physics at Northwestern, I actually called the school to get the details on withdrawing from the program.  It was just so daunting and intimidating and, well, really, really hard.  I sort of breezed through school before (back in the day, right?) but this past year, I found myself really struggling academically and my confidence was shaken.  But I did it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I am totally reconsidering the pre-med track, I am so proud of myself for having accomplished what I did -- succeeding in school as a new mom.  I had no idea how challenging it would be and I have a newfound, profound respect for anyone studying and/or pursuing a career in the sciences (especially women and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially &lt;/span&gt;moms!)  Although at times I felt like collapsing from exhaustion and frustration, I'm excited that I've learned a little bit more about our world and how it all works -- like, quarks and nucleons and why we *know* the universe is expanding and that the sun will eventually burn itself up (in 5 billion years or so).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Emiliano that I don't know what to do with myself now...it's still surreal that I don't have gobs of homework to agonize over and massive amounts of information to cram into my brain.  I only just finished my last final this evening and it hasn't sunk in that I am a free woman.  When I asked my friend, Rachel, what I should do over the summer, she said, "Have fun?" -- so, one of my goals is to take her advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-9182235072156169826?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/9182235072156169826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=9182235072156169826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/9182235072156169826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/9182235072156169826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-2558276909862919601</id><published>2008-05-08T17:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:07:28.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you.  I'm sorry for neglecting you for so long.  Between being a mom, pre-med studies, and life, in general, I just haven't been able to keep up.  I will keep trying.  Love, Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-2558276909862919601?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2558276909862919601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=2558276909862919601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2558276909862919601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2558276909862919601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-6319849263246896024</id><published>2008-03-11T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:41:29.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Fish Sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We bought Kapono a betta for his birthday and since it's definitely past my bedtime, I've been looking at our new pet and wondering if it might be past his bedtime, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my "to do" list (after ace-ing my finals next week) is to catch up on my blog.  The most significant recent events were Kapono's first and my thirty-first (!) birthdays.  Kapono turned 1 on February 9 and I turned 31 on March 9.  (When I was in 9th grade, I decided on 9 as my favorite number for no apparent reason that I can recall). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos to come of Kapono in his glorious traditional Korean birthday gear (along with details of the ceremony, i.e. how my son is destined to have nice handwriting and become an emcee), but in the meantime, visit new momma &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liza-bean/sets/72157603894948655/"&gt;Liza Bean's site&lt;/a&gt; for some beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-6319849263246896024?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6319849263246896024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=6319849263246896024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/6319849263246896024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/6319849263246896024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-fish-sleep.html' title='Do Fish Sleep?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-4953831604481598824</id><published>2008-01-20T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:12:44.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Live in Chicago Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ask myself this question every time we go home (Arizona) and during every winter season ever since we moved here 4+ (!) years ago.  I just looked at the forecast for the week and every day is more than ten &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO DEGREES.&lt;/span&gt;  So, I'm asking myself and my husband, why?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we live in Chicago?&lt;/span&gt;  Remind me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-4953831604481598824?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4953831604481598824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=4953831604481598824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/4953831604481598824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/4953831604481598824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-we-live-in-chicago-again.html' title='Why Do We Live in Chicago Again?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-933515544159744659</id><published>2007-12-26T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T05:23:17.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of a Desert Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I first moved to Arizona from Minnesota in 1992-ish, I thought that I would miss having a white Christmas.  Little did I know that sunny skies with temps in the mid-70's in December is pure bliss.  We arrived into Phoenix on Christmas Eve.  Kapono was an angel on his first flight -- no joke.  I told Emiliano that I couldn't have scripted a more perfect travel experience.  We had the bounty of running into an honored friend, Ms. Erica Toussaint, who regaled us with inspiring stories from her recent travels to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.rabbanitrust.org/bahai_sed_conference.htm"&gt;Baha'i SED Conference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in Orlando, while we waited for our (thankfully) on-time flight.  We sat in the front row (economy) which meant just enough legroom for Kapono to sit/stand/stumble around at our feet.  He began to nurse during take-off and was asleep before we hit our final cruising altitude.  He slept 2 hours, played the final hour with our Filipina neighbor, and was a wide-eyed gem Christmas Eve and Christmas morning.  Of his many gifts of books, clothes, and toys, he most enjoyed the shimmery gift-wrap bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-933515544159744659?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/933515544159744659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=933515544159744659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/933515544159744659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/933515544159744659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-of-desert-christmas.html' title='Dreaming of a Desert Christmas'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-9136562473721271872</id><published>2007-12-18T13:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:32.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One good thing about snow in Chicago is getting to see Kapono bundled up in a snowsuit :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/R2gmqErhE1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nUGJNvD6LrA/s1600-h/KaponoSnow_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/R2gmqErhE1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nUGJNvD6LrA/s400/KaponoSnow_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145405078523417426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/R2gmqUrhE2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/21ZHygv_zhc/s1600-h/Smiling+in+the+Snow_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/R2gmqUrhE2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/21ZHygv_zhc/s400/Smiling+in+the+Snow_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145405082818384738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-9136562473721271872?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/9136562473721271872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=9136562473721271872' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/9136562473721271872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/9136562473721271872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/R2gmqErhE1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nUGJNvD6LrA/s72-c/KaponoSnow_Sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-6958734026033530970</id><published>2007-11-21T03:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T03:58:32.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Be Studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This has been my mantra since I began classes in September.  I feel like there's this omnipresent shadow of "should be studying" looming over me this quarter.  These classes are insane.  I'm going through my chem getting the right answers not even understanding the questions let alone how I actually got them correct!  So, I played hooky today from studying to visit Shedd Aquarium with, as Husayn put it, our village of Husayn, Amia, Katie, Elsa, Liz, Olivia, Kerina and crew, and me  and Kapono.  Hands down, those beluga whales are always my favorite -- I learned that their lumpy heads are actually called melons, how endearing.  And, they had a bonafide "baby beluga", which Liz and I hummed throughout the day because we're moms and that's what moms do, hum silly, sweet songs that you pick up along the way and never imagine you'll sing in public without caring who hears you as long as it brings a smile to your baby's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Speaking of, in the car last night driving home from the Arboleda's, I told Emiliano that in the next world, what I know I will most from the "material" world, is my baby's face.  I will miss the physical experience of being able to look at him, at least I think I will.  I remember telling Rachel when he was a newborn that I would miss him if he napped too long...I can still relate to that feeling, like I need my hourly Kapono fix.  I know this feeling must change or transform in some way as your children grow, otherwise how would parents make it through the day when their children grow up and move on and move out and move away?  I look back at earlier Kapono pictures and I'm already aching inside at how much he's grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was almost pathetic (I know that sounds terrible, but true!) at how some parents' worlds seemed to revolve around their children, but now I get it and I know now that the only way to get it is to become a parent.  People have compared parenting to natural disasters, which oddly enough, is maybe the best comparison I've ever come across (i.e. the difference between learning/hearing about parenting vs. actually doing it is like the difference between watching a tornado on TV vs. having the roof actually blown off your house), but I was thinking the other day that maybe an easier comparison to relate to is a rollercoaster ride.  There's no way to know what the ride is like unless you've done it and it's really hard to try to describe it to someone who's never experienced it.  And maybe in the beginning, when you're ascending that first steep climb, you're wondering why you ever got on in the first place...and you're hanging on for dear life when you take that first 90-degree drop, and you keep hanging on because you have to but, at least for me, you're also loving it and by the end, you can't wait to get back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former colleague told me that raising his 3 children is the only part of his life that he would re-live if he could and I totally didn't get it because I was thinking of months of sleep deprivation and messy diapers followed by potty training then puberty, etc. but I'm starting to get it now.  You just love them so much it hurts and it breaks your heart to see them growing so fast and so beautifully and you just want it to last somehow because there is so much joy.  I once read that happiness in life really comes from feeling happy often vs. feeling really super happy every now and then, i.e. the frequency vs. the intensity.  And I think as a parent you get both, feeling really super happy A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact, rollercoaster rides are actually addicting and therapeutic, on some kind of physiological level, something to do with the adrenaline rush and the intensity of feeling.  Kind of like laughing really hard, you're feeling intensely in the moment and you're experiencing both a physical and emotional response which is apparently addicting and therapeutic.  Kind of like loving your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-6958734026033530970?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6958734026033530970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=6958734026033530970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/6958734026033530970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/6958734026033530970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/11/should-be-studying.html' title='Should Be Studying'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-1993430058600731310</id><published>2007-10-17T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:32.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My pre-med (chem and physics) classes are a lot harder than I thought they would be, hence, the lack of new posts for the last couple of months.  Although this picture is already outdated by about a month, yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a real pumpkin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're debating between a bumblebee or a green dragon for Kapono's first Halloween.  Decisions, decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RxbTCKHYIzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7w4n3VeMM3M/s1600-h/Kapono,+Grandma+%26+Pumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RxbTCKHYIzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7w4n3VeMM3M/s400/Kapono,+Grandma+%26+Pumpkin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122513660209013554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-1993430058600731310?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1993430058600731310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=1993430058600731310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/1993430058600731310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/1993430058600731310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-in-chicago.html' title='Fall in Chicago'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RxbTCKHYIzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7w4n3VeMM3M/s72-c/Kapono,+Grandma+%26+Pumpkin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-8694787214632452888</id><published>2007-08-20T22:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:01:42.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibe Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, despite last night's optimistic and gushing "ahhh...pregnancy" post, I woke up in the middle of the night with stomach cramps (bad Middle Eastern food?) and an aching back and Kapono had a wicked sleep schedule.  He was wide awake and ready to play at 3am.  Needless to say, the combination of these things was major vibe kill on my "ready-to-be-pregnant-again" mood ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-8694787214632452888?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8694787214632452888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=8694787214632452888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/8694787214632452888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/8694787214632452888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/08/vibe-kill.html' title='Vibe Kill'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-2186222927031467792</id><published>2007-08-19T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:42:40.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But We Already Have a Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emiliano and I have been gifted with a special community of many young parents.  Just tonight, we found out that another dearly loved friend of ours is pregnant (this makes the 5th friend who is expecting sometime this fall/winter).   After I got married,  I couldn't get enough of weddings -- gathering for the sole purpose of celebrating and honoring a lifetime commitment of love.  Now, having recently experienced pregnancy, childbirth, and new parenthood, it's a similar feeling -- I feel almost giddy when I hear that someone is pregnant -- I just can't get enough of celebrating and honoring this new life.  I know what a miraculous journey is in store for the new parents, particularly the mother, and I feel blessed to somehow be a part of it -- there is a magic surrounding babies and I want to be near enough to feel that magic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, maybe I got too close tonight ;-) because for the first time since my own child's birth, I felt ready, really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;, to be pregnant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  And that is HUGE (no pun intended).  And when I say ready, I mean ready...ready to endure 40 weeks (give or take) of morning-noon-&amp;-night sickness, an overactive bladder, an aching back and swollen feet...and the list goes on.  But then there's the flip side...40 weeks of nurturing my child, feeling him grow and move within me, hearing his heartbeat, tracking his progress, guessing his features (my eyes, his father's nose?), anxiously waiting to *meet* him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Emiliano tonight, "I feel ready to be pregnant again" and I added, "Everybody else is pregnant", almost like, everyone else is getting pregnant, why not us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But we already have a baby!"&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-2186222927031467792?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2186222927031467792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=2186222927031467792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2186222927031467792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2186222927031467792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-we-already-have-baby.html' title='But We Already Have a Baby!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-7171201091381515962</id><published>2007-08-16T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:33.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RsU1eGM7SdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y6sfuAXDw0Y/s1600-h/Cousins+b_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite pix from a recent visit by my brother, Ken, and his daughter, Kaia Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these cousins CUTE or what?!?  Kapono is 6 months &amp; 3 weeks and Kaia just turned 3 on August 1.  Insane amounts of cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RsU1d2M7ScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WtCjplw9iSk/s1600-h/Cousins_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RsU1d2M7ScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WtCjplw9iSk/s400/Cousins_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540939949164994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RsU1eGM7SdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y6sfuAXDw0Y/s1600-h/Cousins+b_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RsU1eGM7SdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y6sfuAXDw0Y/s400/Cousins+b_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540944244132306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-7171201091381515962?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7171201091381515962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=7171201091381515962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/7171201091381515962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/7171201091381515962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RsU1d2M7ScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WtCjplw9iSk/s72-c/Cousins_Sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-707249104576517865</id><published>2007-08-02T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:33.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Bongo Bong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For Tio Timoteio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RrF4Fy5HKPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RlAXDdv8wPM/s1600-h/IMGP5567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RrF4Fy5HKPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RlAXDdv8wPM/s400/IMGP5567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093984694488738034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-707249104576517865?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/707249104576517865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=707249104576517865' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/707249104576517865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/707249104576517865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/08/king-of-bongo-bong.html' title='King of the Bongo Bong'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RrF4Fy5HKPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RlAXDdv8wPM/s72-c/IMGP5567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-6192956666679487384</id><published>2007-07-29T20:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:34.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bongo-er Is Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq15_y5HKII/AAAAAAAAADs/1Tj-A8iZPtE/s1600-h/DrumminAway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq15_y5HKII/AAAAAAAAADs/1Tj-A8iZPtE/s320/DrumminAway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092860890525935746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapono-bear got baby bongos.  Is there anything cuter than a baby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a baby bongo set?  &lt;a href="http://idad9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emiliano&lt;/a&gt; purchased musical instruments from Uncle Jon, China-bound, and Kapono is quickly catching onto the drumming concept.   As I watched him slap his palms onto the bongo skins, I wondered if we'll be regretting introducing him to drums when he reaches his teenage years?  Actually, I confess ...I love the thought of Kapono as a musician, like his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned 6 months this past Friday and the time has gone by so quickly it's almost dizzying.  Someone mentioned the other day that I didn't seem like an exhausted mom and I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you didn't see me three months ago!&lt;/span&gt;  Although, I admit that I feel spoiled by Kapono.  He's happy and healthy and mellow and makes parenting a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, is it only us, or is the sky a little less blue and the future a little less bright now that Harry Potter has come to an end?  I simply couldn't bear it when I finished Book 7 so I started the series all over again with Book 1 the very same day (despite my looming final this week).  I've decided to treat myself to a Harry Potter fest now that summer school is coming to a close &amp; I'll have about 4-6 weeks before I start classes in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Kelly, Uncle Kenny &amp;amp; cousin Kaia arrive soon (yes, I know, what is the weird "K" obsession in this family?) and we just can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King of the Bongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq16Yi5HKMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i4BPovXDlhE/s1600-h/KingOfTheBongo_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq16Yi5HKMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i4BPovXDlhE/s320/KingOfTheBongo_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092861315727698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Waking Up with Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq16Yi5HKNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V_12beqUm3c/s1600-h/LoveThatDaddy_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq16Yi5HKNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V_12beqUm3c/s320/LoveThatDaddy_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092861315727698130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Caught Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq16Yy5HKOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9k5dVOMYXKc/s1600-h/TastyToes_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq16Yy5HKOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9k5dVOMYXKc/s320/TastyToes_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092861320022665442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-6192956666679487384?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6192956666679487384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=6192956666679487384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/6192956666679487384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/6192956666679487384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/07/bongo-er-is-born.html' title='A Bongo-er Is Born'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rq15_y5HKII/AAAAAAAAADs/1Tj-A8iZPtE/s72-c/DrumminAway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-8653721813422669293</id><published>2007-07-13T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:31:13.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've missed m'blog!  We've had guests galore -- which has been wonderful, especially for Kapono bear.  Auntie Kristen and Uncle &lt;a href="http://photography.theoliverproject.com/"&gt;Oliver&lt;/a&gt; are in town now along with &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=69523014&amp;amp;MyToken=9759310f-5876-42d7-95d2-5624266ee61f"&gt;Carlos&lt;/a&gt; and Kerina and crew.  Carlos and Kerina have 4 (yes, 4!) children between ages 10 months and 6 (yes, 10 months and 6!!) and just being around them w/Kapono the past few days has confirmed my desire to have more children, particularly to enrich Kapono's life with zany siblings to adore and stimulate him.  It's been remarkable to see how entranced he is with the children and how interactive they all are together.  I can already see in just these few days how younger siblings reach developmental milestones more quickly simply because they have older role models to stimulate them.  Kapono watches Kalima (10 months) racing around on all fours and I can see him at 5 months trying to figure out how to do it himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm hanging on for dear life with classes and work.  I've realized that I can somewhat sanely keep my head above water with new motherhood along with work or class but the combination of the 3 puts me into overdrive.  Patient Emiliano has had to endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a stressed out nursing mom, not a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idad9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emiliano's&lt;/a&gt; show tonight at &lt;a href="http://www.refuge.com/refuge/index.htm"&gt;Refuge&lt;/a&gt; was the jam: line-up of &lt;a href="http://nathoni.us/"&gt;Nathan Davis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mykgerard.com/patrick/"&gt;Patrick Parrish&lt;/a&gt; &amp; co, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=85656054"&gt;Paolo&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=69618548"&gt;Quickeners&lt;/a&gt;.  Photos courtesy of Emeric to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-8653721813422669293?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8653721813422669293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=8653721813422669293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/8653721813422669293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/8653721813422669293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-7940952697325240888</id><published>2007-07-01T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:34.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiCMQAWTvI/AAAAAAAAADc/0OUttOlEBTY/s1600-h/LovedThatBath+Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiCMQAWTvI/AAAAAAAAADc/0OUttOlEBTY/s400/LovedThatBath+Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082455326454075122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's a new blog on the block.  Check it: &lt;a href="http://idad9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emiliano (aka iDad)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kapono is SITTING UP.  This is huge.   He's wobbly, but on his way.  I read that mastering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; sitting is the first step towards crawling!  I used to think that Kapono got bored with just lying down and I think I was right.  Now, when we lie him down -- he gets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;frustrated. We sit him up and he's all smiles.  I wonder if the world looks and feels very different from this new vantage point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new development -- eating his toes.  We knew this day would c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And more news, I aced my first round of exams in both bio and algebra (whew!) and 2 of my 3 MAJOR work meetings for the summer finished last week (double whew!)  So, even though it's not necessarily smooth sailing from here on out, it sort of feels like it.  At least, I can see the light at the end of my crazy summer schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Emiliano turns 28 on July 3!  There will be fireworks nationwide to celebrate ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught in the Act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiDBAAWTwI/AAAAAAAAADk/8SubpuzZ9QQ/s1600-h/Delish_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiDBAAWTwI/AAAAAAAAADk/8SubpuzZ9QQ/s400/Delish_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082456232692174594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Portraits of Tummy Time, Mom &amp; Kapono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiBtwAWTuI/AAAAAAAAADU/F86n24i8lwI/s1600-h/Say+Tummy%21+Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiBtwAWTuI/AAAAAAAAADU/F86n24i8lwI/s400/Say+Tummy%21+Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082454802468064994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiBtwAWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/6c5Dnyy9UtU/s1600-h/Tummy+Time%21+Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiBtwAWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/6c5Dnyy9UtU/s400/Tummy+Time%21+Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082454802468064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-7940952697325240888?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7940952697325240888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=7940952697325240888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/7940952697325240888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/7940952697325240888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blog-on-block.html' title='New Blog on the Block'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RoiCMQAWTvI/AAAAAAAAADc/0OUttOlEBTY/s72-c/LovedThatBath+Sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-2559177551506225864</id><published>2007-06-24T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:34.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm It! 7 Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Got *tagged* to share 7 random things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Okay, I already posted this on Hank's blog, but I must have the driver and passenger side windows rolled down to even lengths, if they're not, I will mess around with the power window switch until they are (I'm getting worried that I may be revealing too much of my OCD tendencies with this confession).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;dig vocabulary, as in, when someone uses just th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e right word to capture just the right moment, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, really &lt;/span&gt;dig it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a foosball shark, in fact, my brother is the only person I know that can beat me (for anyone who knows Amir, he and I still need to play the tie-breaking 3rd round of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.louhelen.org/"&gt;Louhelen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; match). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Blackberries are my favorite fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Last night, I got really scared in bed thinking about scorpions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and rattlesnakes, which are far too prevalent (see, nice vocab, eh?) in Arizona.  I just remembered how in Az I twice almost picked up a scorpion in my house because I was walking around without my contacts/glasses and saw what I thought was brown *fuzz* on the carpet &amp; how Emiliano found a rattlesnake (!!!) slithering around in his parent's bathroom when he was a teen.  Those are 2 perfectly good reasons to raise Kapono in the Midwest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Kapono inherited my favorite features of his father's: nose, brows, fingers, and toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  This is a given, but my absolute most favorite thing in the wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rld right now is my achingly, breathtakingly beautiful son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below: Kapono in his newly arrived *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanbok"&gt;hanbok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* hat -- he will wear the full traditional Korean dress for his one year birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rn9VrKZ_cVI/AAAAAAAAACc/MRVlBnMPnGM/s1600-h/Hanbok-ing+It_SmCr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rn9VrKZ_cVI/AAAAAAAAACc/MRVlBnMPnGM/s400/Hanbok-ing+It_SmCr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079873104713314642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-2559177551506225864?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2559177551506225864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=2559177551506225864' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2559177551506225864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2559177551506225864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-it-7-things.html' title='I&apos;m It! 7 Things...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rn9VrKZ_cVI/AAAAAAAAACc/MRVlBnMPnGM/s72-c/Hanbok-ing+It_SmCr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-502156760595591223</id><published>2007-06-20T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:35.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Moms Do Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RnoD1qZ_cQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nV_UvzoMAgU/s1600-h/HowMomsDoMath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RnoD1qZ_cQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nV_UvzoMAgU/s200/HowMomsDoMath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078375750264910082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So, I did not know that it was possible to feel even more tired beyond being a new nursing mom, but I've discovered that adding a full summer school courseload will do the trick :P Hence, this photo of how moms &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; get things done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the world of Kapono, our lil' guy had his 2nd round of immunizations today :( which is no fun for anyone. On a lighter note, he's 26 inches long and 19 lbs 2 oz (compared to 22 in &amp; 7 lbs 14 oz at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;birth). We are just so proud of him -- I think it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s the neatest thing that we adults are so proud of babies for simply doing things lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e growing taller and bigger. His pediatrician joked that he must've read the chapter on 4 month olds because he's doing all those things that 4 months old tend to do...rolling over back to belly (it's the cutest thing, too, b/c he rolls himself over &amp;amp; then gets *so* frustrated to be on his belly but Emiliano &amp; I are both thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou're the one that got yourself there -- have fun with it!&lt;/i&gt;), knawing anything that he can get his hands (and gums!) on, smilling, cooing, giggling, and the gradual face to floor motion when he's seated. I'm still in awe of his dark, dark eyes and Emiliano &amp; I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ill do just about anything for his smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RnoFj6Z_cUI/AAAAAAAAACU/8f6_2zqnBXY/s1600-h/Keep+Yo+Head+Up_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RnoFj6Z_cUI/AAAAAAAAACU/8f6_2zqnBXY/s400/Keep+Yo+Head+Up_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078377644345487682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-502156760595591223?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/502156760595591223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=502156760595591223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/502156760595591223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/502156760595591223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-moms-do-math.html' title='How Moms Do Math'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RnoD1qZ_cQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nV_UvzoMAgU/s72-c/HowMomsDoMath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-4155878900501338043</id><published>2007-06-15T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:54:51.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapono's Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out these too beautiful photos from our mid-morning photo shoot with budding baby photographer extraordinaire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liza-bean/553284829/in/photostream/"&gt;Liza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first photo that you link to shows a recent Kapono developent -- he's discovered his toes!  What does this mean?!? ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-4155878900501338043?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4155878900501338043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=4155878900501338043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/4155878900501338043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/4155878900501338043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/06/kaponos-photo-shoot.html' title='Kapono&apos;s Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-2589369244710631194</id><published>2007-06-12T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:37.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Weekend Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm96jKZ_cFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gZy9hftSXV8/s1600-h/IMGP5163_Good+Morning-Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm96jKZ_cFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gZy9hftSXV8/s400/IMGP5163_Good+Morning-Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075410049577218130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-lKZ_cGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6YKrPhf04LU/s1600-h/IMGP5188_Am+Photo+Shoot_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-lKZ_cGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6YKrPhf04LU/s400/IMGP5188_Am+Photo+Shoot_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075414481983467618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-laZ_cHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5K_UouwSYOI/s1600-h/IMGP5186_Say+Cheese_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-laZ_cHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5K_UouwSYOI/s400/IMGP5186_Say+Cheese_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075414486278434930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-laZ_cII/AAAAAAAAAA0/3pdxSkvD8mo/s1600-h/IMGP5189_My+Eyes_Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-laZ_cII/AAAAAAAAAA0/3pdxSkvD8mo/s400/IMGP5189_My+Eyes_Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075414486278434946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-lqZ_cJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZJOOYUmRoI/s1600-h/IMGP5190_My+Guys-Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-lqZ_cJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZJOOYUmRoI/s400/IMGP5190_My+Guys-Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075414490573402258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-lqZ_cKI/AAAAAAAAABE/OuucZTC_zpA/s1600-h/IMGP5194_Beautiful+Fam_Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm9-lqZ_cKI/AAAAAAAAABE/OuucZTC_zpA/s400/IMGP5194_Beautiful+Fam_Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075414490573402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-2589369244710631194?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2589369244710631194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=2589369244710631194' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2589369244710631194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2589369244710631194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-i-love-weekend-mornings.html' title='Why I Love Weekend Mornings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/Rm96jKZ_cFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gZy9hftSXV8/s72-c/IMGP5163_Good+Morning-Sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-2597437690324916228</id><published>2007-06-10T00:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:38.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How Tired We Really Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RmuWZKZ_cEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6QPwbqQEY_E/s1600-h/CRW_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RmuWZKZ_cEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6QPwbqQEY_E/s320/CRW_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074314764197261378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is June 10, 2007.  4 years and 2 days ago, Emiliano and I got married on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 8, 2003&lt;/span&gt;, in Arivaca, Arizona.  He and I completely forgot this all important fact until earlier this afternoon when a long-lost friend mentioned that he and his wife were celebrating their 5 year anniversary in 20 days and I said, "Wow.  Our anniversary's coming up, too...wait, what's the date today?"  Emiliano said that he was happy because I'd forgotten, too.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how tired new parents really are.&lt;/span&gt;  Our belated anniversary dinner tonight was Basha's (fine Lebanese cuisine which I think might actually be better than *gasp* Pita Inn) and which we discovered does not have a changing table in the restroom.  [Side note -- why is that the women's restroom is usually the only restroom equipped with a changing table?!?]  Happy anniversary to us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-2597437690324916228?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/2597437690324916228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=2597437690324916228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2597437690324916228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/2597437690324916228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-how-tired-we-really-are.html' title='This Is How Tired We Really Are'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RmuWZKZ_cEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6QPwbqQEY_E/s72-c/CRW_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987602741709233584.post-5990243553832725259</id><published>2007-06-09T22:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:38.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As A Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RmuATaZ_cDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jHgshve1tlM/s1600-h/Mom%27sHome%21Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RmuATaZ_cDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jHgshve1tlM/s320/Mom%27sHome%21Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074290476157202482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I've decided to re-enter the world of blogging in an effort to better chronicle my new life as a mom (or my life as a new mom?), but more importantly, to remember the tiny details of Kapono's babyhood.  He is 17 weeks and a day and it takes my breath away how quickly the time has passed.  I remember hearing people say that they can't remember life before their children...well, I can remember life before Kapono but it was a different life -- a little less chaotic and exhausting, but also a little less miraculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emiliano and I are still in the awestruck phase of being Kapono's parents -- sometimes we just gaze at him, drinking in his beauty, marveling at our creation, well, God's creation, but we do take some credit!  I tell people that we couldn't be happier with Kapono and it's the absolute truth.  I find myself already nostalgic for his newborn days, although, it also feels like parenting gets better with time.  And it also feels like Kapono has acclimated a litte more to life outside the womb.  The concept of the 4th trimester (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thehappiestbaby.com/"&gt;Dr. Karp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;) makes a lot of sense to me -- I mean, babies spend an average of 40 weeks (nearly a year!) inside the womb, it's logical to think that they would need a little time to adjust to life outside of it.  I remember writing a poem in college with the opening line "I awake in liquid life..." and I wonder about that now -- life inside the womb.  It boggles my mind to think that some people actually remember that experience.  I feel so disconnected from my own babyhood, not in a bad way, just a not-able-to-remember way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So...chronicling Kapono...today, after a sort-of lazy morning (there really is no such thing as *lazy* in a parent's existence), we had a lovely time visiting with friends at a beach party for dearest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mollusc.org/wedding/index.php/Main_Page"&gt;Negin and Lev&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, who get married tomorrow!!!   What is still amazing to us is how good-natured Kapono is about being passed from person to person -- especially being a part of such a large and vibrant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://bahai.org/"&gt;Baha'i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; community, Kapono has lots of aunties and uncles to adore him.   Last night, we dined at Ethiopian Diamond, also part of the pre-wedding festivities, and the wait staff there just couldn't get enough of him.  One of the ladies even took him behind the bar while she worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, my most favorite things about Kapono lately have been his giggling, his ticklishness on his back and his neck (just like Uncle Kenny), kissing his nostrils (yes, his nostrils!), and his *talking*.  He's also so sweet and snuggly -- and he sleeps beautifully at night, meaning, he actually sleeps A LOT.   I'm also crazy about his hands and his toes (miniatures of his father's) and his  dark, dark eyes -- I realized just yesterday that his eyes are even darker than mine (which are darker than Emil's).  The brown of his eyes is almost as dark as his pupil right now -- which only adds to his overall gorgeous-ness, of course.  Kapono is also really enjoying the sight of himself (and mom!) in the mirror thesedays.  I'll hold him, cheek to cheek, and rock towards the mirror and he scrunches his nose and laughs.  I read that it's not until 7-8 months that babies recognize their own reflections but he really does smile when he sees his own sweet face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emil will often look at Kapono and then say something along the lines of "we are so blessed" or "we got so lucky" and I think that really captures how I feel -- blessed and lucky in my life as a mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987602741709233584-5990243553832725259?l=kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5990243553832725259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987602741709233584&amp;postID=5990243553832725259' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/5990243553832725259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987602741709233584/posts/default/5990243553832725259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kim-lifeasamom.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-as-mom.html' title='Life As A Mom'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09321818915821799151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fLz0sjIux4/RmuATaZ_cDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jHgshve1tlM/s72-c/Mom%27sHome%21Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
