<?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-8545522537643618362</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:50:13.848-08:00</updated><category term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>The Family Hart</title><subtitle type='html'>A story of love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-100306944039500138</id><published>2010-08-05T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:33:14.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Yrs Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophia turned 2 on June 24, 2010. To date she she is still the #1 person in our lives &amp;amp; always making us smile &amp;amp; laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s1600/birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday we got her a kitchen. Gary put it together the night before after she went to bed &amp;amp; than she got to enjoy it before going to daycare. Please ignore mommy. She is still very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures from the day of her birthday. I'm still learning this blog thing so the images are out of order. They start at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501994732343601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s320/birthday5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDC03_UoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_KFWS9huBkY/s1600/birthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501994716851294850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDC03_UoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_KFWS9huBkY/s320/birthday4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDCSKfEqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2GSgmQCJeuc/s1600/birthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501994707533632162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDCSKfEqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2GSgmQCJeuc/s320/birthday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDCP0eWCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tz9jkubaqEM/s1600/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501994706904438818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDCP0eWCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tz9jkubaqEM/s320/birthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDB-6gREI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bjZnaZsNkKM/s1600/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501994702366327874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDB-6gREI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bjZnaZsNkKM/s320/birthday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-100306944039500138?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/100306944039500138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=100306944039500138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/100306944039500138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/100306944039500138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-yrs-old.html' title='2 Yrs Old'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/TFsDDulpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WxHvGV9eiZc/s72-c/birthday5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-2236127396678657683</id><published>2009-10-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:26:39.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the park</title><content type='html'>Since finding out I have Type 2 diabetes &amp;amp; trying to lose weight I have found myself venturing out for a stroll during lunch. I head up the block to this little park that has a bunch of trails on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my walk yesterday I noticed some things I hadn't before. It was a beautiful fall day with the sun shining and a nice breeze. While walking I noticed the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 teenage lovers leening on a tree kissing.&lt;br /&gt;-an older man sleeping upright on a bench.&lt;br /&gt;-a young mother soaking up some sun on another park bench with her infant close by in a carriage.&lt;br /&gt;-a motorcycle police officer reading his newspaper under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;-parks employees standing near their truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that these things are not very exciting. They aren't even really interesting. I just enjoyed seeing so many people enjoying the day with me even if we wheren't doing anything together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-2236127396678657683?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/2236127396678657683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=2236127396678657683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/2236127396678657683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/2236127396678657683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-park.html' title='At the park'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-8590989571155442339</id><published>2009-10-02T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:30:19.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My collection</title><content type='html'>I collect Blogs. Thats right blogs. Whenever I need advise, assistance what have you I look for a blog. As you can see I have collected a few blogs since joining the blog world. It's makes me happy to know that no matter where I am as long as I have access to the internet I can find a blog that I've saved. I can look up recipes, organization ideas, shopping tips &amp;amp; so on whenever &amp;amp; wherever I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is nothing important in this posting. Just me talking about one of my many collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh check out my new find. Short Order Mom Blog. She's got some great, inexpensive &amp;amp; tastey receipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-8590989571155442339?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/8590989571155442339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=8590989571155442339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8590989571155442339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8590989571155442339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-collection.html' title='My collection'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-6066886551002812341</id><published>2009-09-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:32:58.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIsgusted</title><content type='html'>I'm disgusted with some American's right now. Have we all heard about the fact that some people are "enraged" over Obama's upcoming speech in schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have been said about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this article on cnn.com &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/09/04/obama.schools/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/09/04/obama.schools/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minnesota Gov. Tim Pawlenty, a possible contender for the GOP's 2012 presidential nomination, said Friday the classroom is no place to show a video address from Obama. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(YOU just lost MY vote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At a minimum it's disruptive. Number two, it's uninvited. And number three, if people would like to hear his message they can, on a voluntary basis, go to YouTube or some other source and get it. I don't think he needs to force it upon the nation's school children," he told reporters at the Minnesota State fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Florida GOP Chairman Jim Greer released a statement this week accusing Obama of using taxpayer money to "indoctrinate" children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "As the father of four children, I am absolutely appalled that taxpayer dollars are being used to spread President Obama's socialist ideology," Greer said. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::insert eyeroll::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "The idea that school children across our nation will be forced to watch the president justify his plans ... is not only infuriating, but goes against beliefs of the majority of Americans, while bypassing American parents through an invasive abuse of power." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(FORCED TO WATCH OUR PRESIDENT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me sick. He is our president. He is not trying to "brainwash" our children. Don't speak for me you ignorant POS. I AM the majority of Americans &amp;amp; I VOTE YES to this speech being viewed in schools by students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's an idea. MOVE. Leave America if you cannot support your president. You don't deserve to live here. Illegal aliens deserve it more than you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-6066886551002812341?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/6066886551002812341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=6066886551002812341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/6066886551002812341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/6066886551002812341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/09/disgusted.html' title='DIsgusted'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-8615710358318541869</id><published>2009-09-03T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:29:31.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd my baby go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SqAm0DfJe-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uIMYCVn5sNk/s1600-h/IMG_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377340630811376610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SqAm0DfJe-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uIMYCVn5sNk/s320/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know as mothers we all go through it. The moments when we say "where is my baby"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday they where this little ball of chub who couldn't move unless we moved them. We got excited when they smiled or waved their hands around. Than comes the day when they get into the basket below their changing table &amp;amp; take out the tube of Butt Paste &amp;amp; you hear yourself saying "give that to mommy". This is than heard 100 times a day. I give her 3 chances with "please" than I start demanding. Some might think I'm generous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am enjoying every new part of her growing. It's fun, exciting &amp;amp; oh so entertaining to watch. I just miss my little baby that only weighed 14lbs. The baby who didn't cut off my breathing when she slept on my chest. The baby who's fingers wrapped around my 1 was her biggest accomplishment for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now those fingers clap &amp;amp; point &amp;amp; pick. They rip &amp;amp; tear &amp;amp; softly rub my arm when she's tired. They cover her open mouth as she says muuuaaaaaa &amp;amp; throws a kiss. Those fingers that wave goodbye or hello. My babies hands are getting so big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-8615710358318541869?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/8615710358318541869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=8615710358318541869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8615710358318541869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8615710358318541869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/09/whered-my-baby-go.html' title='Where&apos;d my baby go?'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SqAm0DfJe-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uIMYCVn5sNk/s72-c/IMG_0966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-8774242916760874909</id><published>2009-08-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:10:06.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SpU0Hak9xxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8uCkrxDkbug/s1600-h/cindylouwho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374259032334649106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SpU0Hak9xxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8uCkrxDkbug/s320/cindylouwho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not good at updating this thing. I should though since I enjoy it. Since my last post Sophie has definitly changed so much. She seems to change everyday &amp;amp; it is so exciting. Who would of thought that I would be laughing &amp;amp; smiling before 6am in the moring? Not I. Thats for sure. It seems no matter what is going on in our lives good or bad she always makes it great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example I recently found out that I am Type 2 diabetic. I was put on Metformin &amp;amp; I'm back to testing my BG again. I also need to start recording my readings &amp;amp; what I eat. I'm taking things slow. I'm not going to freak out like I did when I was pregnant. I can't afford to. I need to take baby steps because I will now have to deal with this disease for the rest of my life. I had my wooooh wooooh moment this weekend &amp;amp; took some time for myself to take it all in. Now I'm charging forward. I've set up my appointments with doctors to get my team in order. Thats what you do when you are diabetic. You get a team together to concor your disease. I know it'll be a strugle but I like a challenge so I know I can do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gary of course is awesome. He let me rest on Sunday while he took the bean grocery shopping. I could not ask for a better husband. He is the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with all that I still am able to find absolute joy in my dear little Bean. She smiles &amp;amp; I smile. She laughs &amp;amp; I laugh. Of all the things this life has given me she is the best of all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the Bean is doing now at 14 months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is walking &amp;amp; running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brushes her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives me her feet to put her shoes &amp;amp; socks on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brushes her 2 &amp;amp; 1/4 teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She listents to direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She shakes her head yes &amp;amp; no all at the same time. She hasn't got that down yet but she's learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES music &amp;amp; dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-8774242916760874909?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/8774242916760874909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=8774242916760874909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8774242916760874909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8774242916760874909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-good-at-updating-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SpU0Hak9xxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8uCkrxDkbug/s72-c/cindylouwho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-3500485792405065444</id><published>2009-07-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:13:16.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>The Bean's 1st Birthday Party. Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/Sl44TnpfekI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cvmsyzC2-PM/s1600-h/sophiecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358782516329151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/Sl44TnpfekI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cvmsyzC2-PM/s320/sophiecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 20th we had Sophie's 1st birthday party. It rained &amp;amp; rained &amp;amp; rained as we tried to set up the deck for 20 people. Gary &amp;amp; Sean busted their butts getting ready. Setting up tents, tarps, tables &amp;amp; chairs. My mom &amp;amp; Michelle tried to keep Bean occupied in the living room while I figured out the kitchen &amp;amp; how to set up food. Than I had to run &amp;amp; pick up the balloons &amp;amp; ice for the party. When I got back I stood on the deck in the rain &amp;amp; cried. My little girls party was ruined. Where would we put 20 people in our tiny apartment if this rain didn't let up? We just couldn't do it. It was 10 mintues to 2 &amp;amp; people would be showing up any second now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the powers that be felt bad for the Bean &amp;amp; made it stop raining right at 2pm. The sun sort of came out but it was mostly overcast &amp;amp; chilly for the remainder of the day. At least we wheren't being soaked &amp;amp; could hang on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the party got under way we where all exhausted but we made due. We ate, sang happy birthday to bean, ate cake &amp;amp; opened gifts. It was nice that all our friends turned out &amp;amp; thats really what mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are especially thankful to Sean &amp;amp; Michelle for their help. If it wasn't for them none of it would of happened. I think I would of just sat on the floor &amp;amp; cried. Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh I didn't even mention the Turtle cake did I? Thats for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-3500485792405065444?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/3500485792405065444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=3500485792405065444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/3500485792405065444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/3500485792405065444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/07/beans-1st-birthday-party-recap.html' title='The Bean&apos;s 1st Birthday Party. Recap'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/Sl44TnpfekI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cvmsyzC2-PM/s72-c/sophiecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-7542735341559334965</id><published>2009-06-08T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:36:30.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have almost come full circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/Si12RpZ-YPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UTLotERMNoI/s1600-h/Sophie11+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345058378303299826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/Si12RpZ-YPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UTLotERMNoI/s320/Sophie11+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In just 17 days my little Bean will turn "1". I cannot believe that just a year ago she was still safe &amp;amp; warm inside of me. She has grown so much &amp;amp; we look forward to every new day we have with her &amp;amp; all that she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today she:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Claps her hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-stands on her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-takes a few steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-says "momma &amp;amp; dadda"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-babbles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-holds her own bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-eats solids with her own little hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-giggles like nobodies business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-high fives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-melts our hearts daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-7542735341559334965?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/7542735341559334965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=7542735341559334965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/7542735341559334965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/7542735341559334965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-almost-come-full-circle.html' title='We have almost come full circle'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/Si12RpZ-YPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UTLotERMNoI/s72-c/Sophie11+months.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-8606957270283972354</id><published>2009-05-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:33:10.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's of Sophie</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Bear Mountian NY &amp;amp; had a family shoot done for Sophie's 1st birthday. I have not had pro pics done at all since she was born. We just did our own at home. Well they came out awesome. We met up with our friends Jaymie, Audrey &amp;amp; Addi and they where great, as usualle at taking our 1st family shots. Check out Jaymie's Blog for a preview. As always they did an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcastrophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.jcastrophotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-8606957270283972354?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/8606957270283972354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=8606957270283972354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8606957270283972354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8606957270283972354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/05/photos-of-sophie.html' title='Photo&apos;s of Sophie'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-6315024605083498011</id><published>2009-04-30T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:02:26.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring to you, maybe.</title><content type='html'>To me it's a wonderful thing. Sophie has been sleeping in her crib at daycare all week &amp;amp; that is a great thing. When I was home with her she would only sleep on my chest for naps. Same thing on the weekends. I won't lie. I do love snuggling her on my chest while she sleeps. It's a very comforting thing. I also realize that she needs to be sleeping in her own crib for naps. It'll help her to sleep through the night in her crib &amp;amp; thats a good thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my boring mom update. Sophie is sleeping in her crib at daycare for naps &amp;amp; I'm proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-6315024605083498011?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/6315024605083498011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=6315024605083498011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/6315024605083498011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/6315024605083498011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring-to-you-maybe.html' title='Boring to you, maybe.'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-8913622258436975372</id><published>2009-04-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:06:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>Today marks Sophie's 10th month. I still cannot believe that in just 2 months it will be her 1st birthday. She is growing &amp;amp; changing daily it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she woke us up by smacking our faces. Back &amp;amp; forth, smack smack smack, over to daddy, smack smack smack. She is crawling and pulling herself up. She is walking &amp;amp; saying momma, dada. She scurries for the cat than grabs at her. She pulls toys out of her toybox. She throws them on the floor. She's eating three meals a day of all kinds of food. She giggles when you say in a semi loud voice "What are you doing?" She hates to sleep, she'd rather play. When she does she pulls her blanket up to her chin &amp;amp; snuggles it. She still has no teeth. She is tiny yet she makes faces as if she was an older child. She likes to observe things &amp;amp; not just jump right in. She has a smile that stops people in their tracks. She melts our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's our bean &amp;amp; we love her more than life itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-8913622258436975372?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/8913622258436975372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=8913622258436975372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8913622258436975372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/8913622258436975372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-5617427213133133568</id><published>2009-04-21T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:21:13.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Assistants Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; just started a new job about 2 months ago after being unemployed, pregnant &amp;amp; a stay at home mom for over a year &amp;amp; 1/2. I took a step down from my previous postion in publishing because, lets face it, publishing just isn't a great market right now. So now I'm the receptionist. It's where I started out &amp;amp; I'm happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back to work is great. I get a break from the Bean. I get to interact with adults. I make money &amp;amp; can provide for my family yet again. The job itself is boring to say the least. It's a start up company so the phones don't ring. I mainly greet guests, order office supplies, lunch when needed, book the board &amp;amp; conference room &amp;amp; assist the Office Manager in day to day tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I take pride in any possition I hold. Be it running the company to washing the floors. It's my job. It's what I've been hired to do &amp;amp; I'll do it with pride because my name is on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to work yesterday Morning to a card on my chair. The card contained a $100 &amp;amp; a handwritten thank you from my boss (The President) Phil thanking me for doing a great job &amp;amp; I am off to a great start. After lunch as I was returning with my immediate suppervisor (Office Manager) Cassie we found a dozen beautiful yellow roses on my desk. We thought, oh how nice, it must be someone's birthday. Nope. It was another gift from Phil saying thank you yet again. Cassie had been given the same gifts as well since she is his assistant as well as office manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it couldn't get any better. The 4 VP's offered to take us out to lunch tomorrow to the Cheesecake Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so appreciated at a job before. This gig might just be the best one I've had so far. A girl could get used to this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-5617427213133133568?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/5617427213133133568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=5617427213133133568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/5617427213133133568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/5617427213133133568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-assistants-week.html' title='National Assistants Week'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-5406844933428436070</id><published>2008-08-07T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:07:57.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's here</title><content type='html'>It's taken me awhile to update but our Sophie bean is here with us safe &amp;amp; sound. She came 2 weeks early at 38weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone to the doctor at 37weeks &amp;amp; had 3+ protein. Plus my blood pressure was a bit elevated for a 2nd week in a row. Nothing major but enough to send me to the hospital for monitoring. I spent 3 days there peeing in a bucket for 24 hours &amp;amp; attached to monitors. All my testing came back pretty normal so they sent me home &amp;amp; said come into the office Saturday &amp;amp; we'll schedule your induction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday I went to the doctors &amp;amp; we decided to induce on Tuesday 38weeks. That evening we went to my BFF house for a BBQ &amp;amp; that night I was up all night with a stomach ache &amp;amp; lots of heart burn. Two things the doctor said to keep an eye on. So the next day, Sunday my birthday, we called the doctor. She said to get to the hospital for more monitoring. So I showered &amp;amp; off we went to the hospital. Once the doctor got there &amp;amp; we talked we decided to start the induction that night instead of Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was out of Cervidil (drug to soften the cervix) so we had to wait until midnight for it to get there. Once it was there the doctor inserted it &amp;amp; I was given an Ambian to sleep. The next morning at 7:30am the on call doctor came &amp;amp; removed it &amp;amp; I was only 1 cent at this point. So I showered &amp;amp; ate breakfast. We started the pitocin shortly after. I contracted on the pitocin all day but not very strongly. That evening at around 6:30 I was still only 1 cent. The on call doctor said we could do another round of induction or opt for a c-section. I chose another round of induction. I didn't want to have a c-section unless that was the absolute last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate dinner &amp;amp; at 7:30pm Cervidil was inserted again. At this point I was very tired &amp;amp; very run down. I had been chained to a bed for 24 hours by monitors &amp;amp; IV. I had to stay on my sides not my back at all due to the high blood pressure. The bed in L&amp;amp;D is not very comfortable. It comes apart 1/2 way so there was constantly a bump in my hips. Needless to say it was all getting to me. When cervidil is inserted you have to wait 2 hours before going to the bathroom. Well it had been an hour &amp;amp; 1/2 &amp;amp; I had to pee so they got me a bed pan. I couldn't use it. Just couldn't bring myself ot peeing in a bed. Out of frustration I took the bedpan &amp;amp; threw it across the room. The poor nurse. I felt bad but I was so frustrated at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Gary saying to me, "you've got to just deal at this point. No way around it". I almost killed him for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cervidil is inserted &amp;amp; I was given another ambian for sleep. At 5AM June 24th I was woken up by a strong contraction. I remember I was laying on my left side &amp;amp; woke up &amp;amp; saw Gary laying on the cot next to me. I thought ok here we go. I'll contract &amp;amp; let him sleep till things get going. The next contraction came &amp;amp; OMG did it hurt WOW. It was like having the absolute worst menstrual cramp possible. From there on they kept coming &amp;amp; getting stronger. The nurse gave me som Nubain which didn't help the pain just made me doped up &amp;amp; made it harder to control my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I labored from 5-7:30 when the doctor came &amp;amp; removed the cervidil. I had progressed to 3cent. Yeah for progress. They talked about starting the pit again &amp;amp; I remember thinking "are they trying to kill me?"lol Needless to say because I was laboring steadily they didn't start it. No need to. So for the next hour &amp;amp;1/2 I labored, I breathed best I could. I had to stay on my sides. Gary did all he could to help me. The poor thing came to me at one point &amp;amp; said, maybe we should do the c-section so your not in so much pain. lol Yeah we missed that window. So I kept trying to breath &amp;amp; not throw up. With every new contraction I felt like I might puke. I told them this &amp;amp; they gave me this tiny little pan. Thankfully I never did throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I was 3 cent I asked for the epideral. The Anesthesiologist came &amp;amp; said I needed more fluid for him to insert it. The nurse was not very happy about this since I had already had plenty of fluids in past 36 hours or so. She did what he said &amp;amp; started me on more fluids. Trying to keep my hand flat to get it in me fast enough was not easy. Than someone came to take my blood, which was a joke. So she left &amp;amp; they never did get my blood while I was in labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next, I've been given all the fluid I need so the nurse calls the Anesth again &amp;amp; notifies him. She than tells me I have to empty my bladder before he can start because of the catheter. I remember thinking how on earth can I handle a catheter and the needle from the epideral? I honestly didn't think I could sit still long enough. I was in so much pain. To get me to the bathroom Gary &amp;amp; the nurse had to walk me because I couldn't stand on my own. It was horrible. Once I got to the bathroom &amp;amp; on the toilet the contractions started coming one on top of the other. I couldn't sit up on my own. I had to hang on Gary in order to keep from falling onto the floor. I got up &amp;amp; the nurse said I could brush my teeth &amp;amp; wash my face if I liked. OMG how I wanted to brush my teeth but I just couldn't do it, too much pain. So Gary got me back to the bed &amp;amp; as I was in the sitting positon &amp;amp; they where trying to put all the monitors back on me I just wiggled around like crazy from the contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back on my side &amp;amp; was laying down when I felt the urge to push. The 1st one was uncontrolable. It just came on so fast &amp;amp; so strong I yelled I'VE GOT TO PUSH to no one &amp;amp; anyone. The nurse called the doctor &amp;amp; no one believed me. I had only been at 3 cent an hour &amp;amp; 1/2 earlier. When they checked me I was now 9 cent. The room went nuts with nurses &amp;amp; machines. It was time for Sophia to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got on my back &amp;amp; they put my feet up in the stirrups &amp;amp; when the next contraction came I took a deep breath &amp;amp; pushed as hard as I could. With each new contraction I'd put my feet back up in those stirups &amp;amp; push like I never pushed before. The one stirup kept falling down &amp;amp; I yelled "OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD". My midwife was there &amp;amp; she put her knee under it to keep it upright for me. Gary was on my left side holding my leg for me. I have no clue who held my right leg for me. My legs where like jello way before this &amp;amp; I so needed help holding them up &amp;amp; out. As I was pushing a nurse came in &amp;amp; said your mom is here you want her to come in? Gary &amp;amp; I yelled NO! My mom doesn't do well with me in pain. Besides there where enough people in there seeing my girly parts no need for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continuted to push. The doctor told me when to breath, when to push &amp;amp; when to stop. The doctor massaged the opening so that Sophie could make her way through. Sophie's heart rate droped so they rolled me onto my left side. Than they said, we are going to place a monitor on her internally. I knew this meant in her scalp. I wasn't happy about it but it had to be done. While they did that I couldn't push. I had to breath through the contraction. Oh man was that hard but I did it. Than pushing resumed. I could feel her making her way out &amp;amp; I just wanted her to be out &amp;amp; finally one push &amp;amp; her head came out. Oh what sweet relief. Than I had to do her shoulders. Yes it hurt but not that bad. They cleaned her up &amp;amp; asked Gary if he wanted to cut the cord. He didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put Sophie Bean on my belly &amp;amp; she was so big &amp;amp; so warm &amp;amp; goopy in her mouth. I was so exhausted &amp;amp; out of it. She was here she was healthy &amp;amp; beautiful. They got her cleaned up &amp;amp; brought her back to me. I kissed her &amp;amp; told her, "mommy's here, here I am". It was the most incredible day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-5406844933428436070?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/5406844933428436070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=5406844933428436070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/5406844933428436070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/5406844933428436070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s here'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-5381312084622157446</id><published>2008-06-11T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:26:15.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36weeks1day</title><content type='html'>Today I am into my 36th week of pregnancy. For those that don't know I was diagnosed with diabetes at 6weeks &amp;amp; have been on insulin ever since. I test my blood sugar up to 7 times a day if not more &amp;amp; take 4 shots of insulin a day. I also have Hypothyroidism that I've had for 13 years after being treated for Hyper. I take medication daily for that as well. I also suffer from Panic Disorder &amp;amp; went off antidepresants when I found out I was pregnant. I went back on them at 5 months because the anxiety got to be to much for me. I wasn't taking proper care of myself &amp;amp; there for not taking care of baby Hart. I also, along with Gary decided not to work because of the anxiety. I will return to work after a while once baby is here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been a roller coaster to say the least.  It was nothing like I expected it to be. I thought you get pregnant you have a baby. I didn't realize the worry, stress &amp;amp; that my health could be so off that it could hurt my baby. So far though, she seems to be healthy. No signs of any birth defects &amp;amp; we hope that is the case when we meet her in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing all this so because at 36 weeks I cannot believe we will meet her in 4 weeks.  That  the moment we have been working for &amp;amp; waiting for will be here so soon. She hasn't even arived yet &amp;amp; she already is our whole world. It's like they say. You love someone so much that you haven't even met yet. Thats what we feel for Sophia. We love her already. We cannot wait for her to be an outside baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-5381312084622157446?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/5381312084622157446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=5381312084622157446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/5381312084622157446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/5381312084622157446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2008/06/36weeks1day.html' title='36weeks1day'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545522537643618362.post-7235920537957525629</id><published>2008-06-05T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:38:51.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Hart Family Blog. We are made up of myself Meghan, Gary my husband &amp;amp; Sophia who at this moment is still in my whom. She will be joining us in 5 short weeks &amp;amp; we cannot wait to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a cute little town in upstate NY. I am currently not working &amp;amp; Gary is foreman for his fathers trucking/warehouse company along with a Real Estate agent on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545522537643618362-7235920537957525629?l=familyofhart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/feeds/7235920537957525629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545522537643618362&amp;postID=7235920537957525629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/7235920537957525629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545522537643618362/posts/default/7235920537957525629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofhart.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Meghan, Gary &amp;amp; Sophia H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673125466442263791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IkOudfwYZrc/SezhQegSlwI/AAAAAAAAACg/Af15O-NGKg8/S220/Easter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
