<?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-4857775806588257251</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:47:46.865-05:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='music'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='love'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>litlshorti007</title><subtitle type='html'>-The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.
- Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-4267044816596697184</id><published>2008-02-16T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:13:57.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>romance is in the air</title><content type='html'>Our first wedding anniversary was on Valentines Day. Cute, huh? My mom watched our daughter for a few hours while we went ice skating, and to a movie. It was my husbands first time ice skating, and he did awesome. A lot better than me and I have been several times. It is so awesome to watch someone you love have a good time. We saw Definately, Maybe with my little brother and his girlfriend. My husband isn't into seeing "chick flicks" so I was glad he took me. I was a little disapointed tho, I didn't even get to cry! After that, we picked up Rae and went to dinner with friends of ours (the parents of the triplets), and had a lot of fun. Mike tried really hard to make a nice day for me. And it really was. I think he was just as excited as I was for it to be our anniversary. This is the first thing we've celebrated like this. It was amazing and I have an amazing husband who is also an amazing father. I am so blessed to have him in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-4267044816596697184?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/4267044816596697184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=4267044816596697184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/4267044816596697184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/4267044816596697184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/romance-is-in-air.html' title='romance is in the air'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-6921460430543014521</id><published>2008-02-11T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:54:06.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>three, she, and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DzEMI2XlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ptfS90Q1ga8/s1600-h/tay+and+rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165896025897328210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DzEMI2XlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ptfS90Q1ga8/s200/tay+and+rae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DzEcI2XmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jnWBMyYWb_4/s1600-h/tay+and+rae+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165896030192295522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DzEcI2XmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jnWBMyYWb_4/s200/tay+and+rae+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DytMI2XkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P_wF-2XZQxU/s1600-h/rye+and+rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165895630760336962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DytMI2XkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P_wF-2XZQxU/s200/rye+and+rae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute are these girls!?  This is Rae with Taylor, Riley, and Alyssa. How adorable. These little girls are so sweet and caring. Their beauty is over&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7D1RsI2XnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NWWI2OQf1Hs/s1600-h/rye+and+rae+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165898456848817778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7D1RsI2XnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NWWI2OQf1Hs/s200/rye+and+rae+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-6921460430543014521?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/6921460430543014521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=6921460430543014521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/6921460430543014521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/6921460430543014521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-not-cutest-thing-ever-their.html' title='three, she, and me'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R7DzEMI2XlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ptfS90Q1ga8/s72-c/tay+and+rae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-4026760283279152335</id><published>2008-02-11T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:07:40.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love and luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a combination of circumstances, events, etc., operating by chance to bring good or ill to a person: She's had nothing but bad luck all year.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;some object on which good fortune is supposed to depend: This rabbit's foot is my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that you're lucky to find the one you love. Personally, I think it's a combination of being at the right place at the right time to find your one and only, and making a decision. The decision being whether or not to make that person a permanent part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions to ask yourself while making this decision:&lt;br /&gt;*Can you see this person being a good friend and partner to you?&lt;br /&gt;*Can you see this person being able to talk to you about anything, and you the same?&lt;br /&gt;*Can you see this person being a good rolemodel to possible future children?&lt;br /&gt;*Can you see this person taking care of you and being faithful to you?&lt;br /&gt;If you answer yes to these questions, then you know what your decision should be. If you answer no to any of them, whats the point? Why waste your time, love and heart on someone who won't appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have made this important decision, you have to know, understand, and realize that it isn't always kisses and butterflies. It takes a lot more than lyrics and doodles to keep a relationship going. You have to be able and willing to decide that you will do anything to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you think about everything, then decide to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-4026760283279152335?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/4026760283279152335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=4026760283279152335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/4026760283279152335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/4026760283279152335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-and-luck.html' title='love and luck'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-1017172167634195293</id><published>2008-02-11T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:13:12.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's really cold</title><content type='html'>There was ice on the inside of my mom's kitchen window tonight.  My lips are chapped and my skin is really dry.  It is really windy outside.  I wanna get into bed, turn on the electric blanket and sleep.  I wanna sleep until at least 8:30.  I wish I could sleep until 10.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.  I wanna go on a vacation, to a spa.  I'll be getting up around 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;:::Sigh:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-1017172167634195293?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/1017172167634195293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=1017172167634195293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/1017172167634195293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/1017172167634195293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-really-cold.html' title='it&apos;s really cold'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-5617941333829933662</id><published>2008-02-09T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:05:46.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>find out who your friends are</title><content type='html'>Run your car off the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Or get yourself in a bind,&lt;br /&gt;Lose the shirt off your back,&lt;br /&gt;Need a floor, need a couch, need a bus fare…&lt;br /&gt;This is where the rubber meets the road&lt;br /&gt;This is where the cream is gonna rise&lt;br /&gt;This is where this is what you really didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;This is where the truth don’t lie&lt;br /&gt;Find out who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s gonna drop everything&lt;br /&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gas, get there fast&lt;br /&gt;Never stop to think “what’s in it for me?”&lt;br /&gt;Or “it’s way too far”&lt;br /&gt;They just show on up&lt;br /&gt;With their big ol’ heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah find out who your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to slap your back&lt;br /&gt;Wants to shake your hand&lt;br /&gt;When you’re up on top of that mountain&lt;br /&gt;Then one of those rocks will get wet&lt;br /&gt;And you slide back down&lt;br /&gt;Look up and see who’s around then&lt;br /&gt;This is where the road comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;This is where the band wagon stops&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of those times when&lt;br /&gt;A lotta folks jump off.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah find out who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s gonna drop everything&lt;br /&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gas, get there fast&lt;br /&gt;Never stop to think “what’s in it for me?”&lt;br /&gt;Or “it’s way too far”&lt;br /&gt;They just show on up&lt;br /&gt;With their big ol’ heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah find out who your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;When the water’s high&lt;br /&gt;When the weather’s not so fair&lt;br /&gt;When the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna be there?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah find out who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s gonna drop everything&lt;br /&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gas, get there fast&lt;br /&gt;Never stop to think “what’s in it for me?”&lt;br /&gt;Or “it’s way too far”&lt;br /&gt;They just show on up&lt;br /&gt;With their big ol’ heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah find out who your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah find out who your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;Run your car off the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Man I been there Or get yourself in a bind&lt;br /&gt;Lose the shirt off your back&lt;br /&gt;Need a floor, need a couch&lt;br /&gt;Need a bus fare…&lt;br /&gt;Man I been there&lt;br /&gt;Man I been there…&lt;br /&gt;-Tracey Lawrence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-5617941333829933662?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/5617941333829933662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=5617941333829933662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/5617941333829933662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/5617941333829933662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/find-out-who-your-friends-are.html' title='find out who your friends are'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-6199561596444521374</id><published>2008-02-08T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:06:17.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the family thing</title><content type='html'>The family you come from isn't as important as the family you're going to have.&lt;br /&gt;-Ring Lardner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about this and I think it's something I need to consider a little more. I will never have the perfect family I want with the family I come from. I mean, on my dads side, it is definately disfunctional but there is always love. No matter what, we are there for each other whether it be a big deal, or just someone to talk to. Things are way different on my moms side. Family isn't that big of a deal to them unless it's a big deal. Like when I had complications after having my daughter, my mom was there for me, I can't really say that about anyone else on her side but at least she was. But if it's not life and death, it's not really necessary to be there for each other. It's kind of like youre bothering them if something is bothering you that doesn't seem important enough for them. I dunno, maybe it's because I wasn't exactly the model child/teenager. But I still feel like I should be a part of the family. A part that matters as much as the rest of them. I mean, the past is the past and things are different now. I'm not that same person. When I try to talk about it, I'm wrong. Everytime. Even when it is clear that I'm being treated poorly. I'm not sure how to handle the situation anymore so I feel like I should give up. Finding that quote thinks maybe thats the right thing to do. I wish I could have the relationship with my mom that certain people in her husbands family have but I'm not sure it's ever gonna happen. I'm not sure what kind of relationship she wants. And we can't talk about it, so I guess its up in the air. I'm thinking seriously about my husband going active. Army wives are like family and maybe we can create our own family somewhere else. Sounds like a good solution to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-6199561596444521374?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/6199561596444521374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=6199561596444521374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/6199561596444521374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/6199561596444521374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-you-come-from-isnt-as-important.html' title='the family thing'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857775806588257251.post-2169273961439333564</id><published>2008-02-07T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:07:21.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>So first, I wanna give some credit to my mommy who has an awesome blog on here, MoInk (feel free to check her out) who turned me on to blogger. I'm not really sure what I want my first post to be about so I'll just throw some stuff out there.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that in Ohio, while it is legal to breastfeed in any public place that the mother is allowed to be in, that it is the only breastfeeding law in Ohio? Which is great, right? Sure, while it's all fine and dandy (actually, it's really good that Ohio decided to come around), there are other issues that need to be addressed. In other states (California, Connecticut, Georgia, Hawaii, Illinois, Minnesota, New Mexico, New York, Oklahoma, Oregon, Rhode Island, Tennessee, Texas, and Washington) have a law that says a job has to allow a mother to pump in a private place on their break, and the job has to allow a break to do this. That is just one example of other breastfeeding laws (others include jury duty, breastfeeding education, etc). While I will never understand how some states can call bf'ing in public is considered indecient exposure, I don't understand why women aren't more educated about it and sometimes, it's still looked at as taboo. Thats what are boobs are for people! I am currently breastfeeding my first child, Raelynn. She turned nine months today! She is a little booby monster, and while she is older than most people will breastfeed for, I would not change my lifestyle for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of babies.. Why is it that grandparents think they are entitled to do whatever they want with your kid? I don't get it. For instance, my child hasn't grown at all since November. Yea.. it's February. At first I'm thinkin, geez she is a little piglet, how has she not gained any weight? Then I think about it a little more... My dad and his girlfriend spend A LOT of time with her and all they feed her is sugar junk food and maybe that is a reason for it. Or maybe it's cuz my husband and I are little people. Who knows. But back to the grandparents. Tell me why, even when you say something, over and over about what they shovel into her mouth, they act like you said nothing? &lt;sigh&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm out of time for tonight. More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857775806588257251-2169273961439333564?l=litlshorti007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/feeds/2169273961439333564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857775806588257251&amp;postID=2169273961439333564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/2169273961439333564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857775806588257251/posts/default/2169273961439333564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litlshorti007.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>Katy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03681977032567319490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SFYeaSXyz4g/R6ejpISdo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wdkukvod-Is/S220/Katy+and+Rae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
