<?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-7900024</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:08:57.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey Kai</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-110389728512905080</id><published>2004-12-24T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T09:08:05.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 24, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody wants to be sick on Christmas, right?  That's why I took Bailey to the doctor yesterday, even if it was only a "mild" cold.  "Mild" when he barked like a dog half the night?  Anyway, he is doing better now thanks to the cold and allergy medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anywho, at first, we were the only ones in the sick waiting room.  Then, as other kids trickled in, Bailey started hugging them all and trying to give their parents magazines to read.  It was cute, but Bailey is bigger than a lot of other kids and so I worry that he will inadvertantly knock one of them over.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, that all got me thinking, that Bailey has to have a little brother or sister, despite what the doctors say about my back.  I think he will make a good big brother.  Keeping my fingers crossed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-110389728512905080?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/110389728512905080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=110389728512905080' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110389728512905080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110389728512905080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-24-2004-nobody-wants-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-110372574673170706</id><published>2004-12-22T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:29:06.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 22, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bailey is certainly the little mimic latley.  I mean, he used to cough after other people and clear his little throat, but now it is much more than that.  Since Nanny is usually getting ready for work when Bailey wakes up, he has taken to combing his hair with her in the morning.   And he loves to play with his phone.  Whenever I say ring he answers his phone, usually with the mouthpiece nowhere near his mouth.  Then, yesterday, when the phone rang he went running to the hall phone and streched and streched trying to reach the phone.  He actually grunted!  To top that off, he will often shake his head no when I am doing the same, trying to keep him from jumping into the Christmas tree usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been trying to teach him new words so that we can move beyond dadada and bye-bye, but to no avail.  Hopefully, he will get the hang of it soon!  In the meantime, he is asleep.  thanks to the Benadryl I gave him because he spent most of the night barking like a dog.  I hope that he isn't sick for Christmas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-110372574673170706?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/110372574673170706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=110372574673170706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110372574673170706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110372574673170706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-22-2004-bailey-is-certainly.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-110359543707254425</id><published>2004-12-20T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:17:17.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 20, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bailey really wanted to be read to today.  He kept pulling toys out of his toy box until he came across a book.  He would then march it right over to me, put it on my lap and gesture to be picked up.  I think I read him, like seven different books today.  Not that I am complaining.  On the contrary, I love having him on my lap, smelling his sweet baby smell and introducing him to the world of books.   I am just surprised that he has been so cuddly lately.  Maybe because it has been so darn cold.  We broke a record last night with -5.  BRRRRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-110359543707254425?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/110359543707254425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=110359543707254425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110359543707254425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110359543707254425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-20-2004-bailey-really-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-110342450552823138</id><published>2004-12-18T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T21:48:25.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 18, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, the Christmas rush is hard on everybody.  Pure little Bailey had a meltdown in Wal-Mart and nothing would pacify him.  Come to think of it, nothing would pacify him today.  Maybe it is those darn shots from yesterday or maybe it is because he couldn't have Nanny's nick nacks.   Whatever the case I hope this holiday rush is over soon and we can just slow down and relax.  We certainly both need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-110342450552823138?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/110342450552823138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=110342450552823138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110342450552823138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110342450552823138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-18-2004-gosh-christmas-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-110333496964662559</id><published>2004-12-17T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:56:09.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 17, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, it sure has been a long time since I have given an update.  Well, where to start?  Let's see. . . Bailey went to the doctor today and got a clean bill of health.  All 29 pounds 9 ounces and 33 inches of him!!  His current favorite thing is to walk around the house and find things that he can carry around with him.  Like tennis shoes, purses baby lotion.  Nothing is safe and I mean absolutely nothing.  Just the other day he threw a perfectly good, new roll of toilet paper into the toilet.  Needless to say, it couldn't be saved.  And I am still not 100% convinced of this, by Mom swears he stole her glasses.  We spent days trying to find them.  Amanda even looked in the dishwasher to no avail.  So, Mom decided to get a new pair- ordered them, paid for them and then found them under the Christmas tree when she was trying to fix the lights.  Hmmmm. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are going back to Japan on January 2nd and I cannot wait.  I miss my husband and I am sure that Bailey misses his Daddy.  Witness the way he lights up when he hears Daddy's voice on the phone.   I asked the docotor today about giving Bailey some medication to help him sleep on the plane and felt totally guilty about it.  But, he assured me, it is a long flight and since we didn't purchase a seat for him, helping him to sleep by using medication isn't so bad.  He told me to try it out before we left because in one percent of children it causes hyperactivity.  Would hate to find that out mid-flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have lots of birthday pictures to post.  hopefully, I will get around to it before the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-110333496964662559?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/110333496964662559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=110333496964662559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110333496964662559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110333496964662559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-17-2004-gosh-it-sure-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-110229908215455624</id><published>2004-12-05T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:11:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey as the world's cutest chicken.  He went trick-or-treating in this and we will use it for new Year's cards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-110229908215455624?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/110229908215455624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=110229908215455624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110229908215455624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/110229908215455624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/12/bailey-as-worlds-cutest-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109996074153324390</id><published>2004-11-08T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:39:01.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 8, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey has this soft soccer ball that I bought him at the Dollar Tree that he likes to play with recently.   Usually, he just does his best to throw it to me and waits for me to roll it back to him.  Today, however, I guess that was getting boring so he decided to push the ball around the room with his head, legs straight and head to the floor.   Actually, he looked like a little seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HJe also likes to spend time just looking at his books- turning the pages, scooting along the floor using he book as a kind of steering wheel.  Today I watched him as he found the book with pictures of babies eating and food everywhere, and Bailey gently caressed the cheek of one of the little babies and then just starred.   Cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109996074153324390?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109996074153324390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109996074153324390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109996074153324390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109996074153324390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/11/november-8-2004-bailey-has-this-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109984340833360947</id><published>2004-11-07T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T11:03:28.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 7, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had come to my wits end about Bailey's hair.  Nanny has taken to calling him Don King because his hair is that out of control.  I had decided to ask Aunt Mary Lou to cut his hair after the birthday party for Charles and Amanda we had last night.  Well, Uncle Richard got Bailey his toy that is like a gaint bug that snaps apart and pops back together.  Bailey loved the sound of it popping back together and laughed so much about tears were running down his face.  After all that excitement he was pooped out and started getting cranky.  Needless to say, he didn't get a haircut, but hopefully on Tuesday it'll happen.  Keep your fingers crossed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109984340833360947?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109984340833360947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109984340833360947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109984340833360947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109984340833360947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/11/november-7-2004-so-i-had-come-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109961817820961098</id><published>2004-11-04T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:29:38.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 4, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress has definately been made in the walking department.   Used to be you had to trick Bailey to get him to walk  by holding the tips of his fingers and letting go once he got onto stride.  Now he will actually let go of whatever he is holding onto for support and take off.  Take off?  Is three or four stiff legged waddles really taking off???  Anyway, he is much, much more confident now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109961817820961098?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109961817820961098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109961817820961098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109961817820961098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109961817820961098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/11/november-4-2004-progress-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109932013310234715</id><published>2004-11-01T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:42:13.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 1, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite all my fears, Bailey slept until around 6:30 this morning.  But, then, I wonder is he going to want to go to bed at 6:30 every night from now on?   Isn't that awfully early for a bed time?  Well, like I said before we will just have to play it by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as Bailey was eating his toast and I was cleaning out the dishwasher, he started babbling NANANANA (his word for Nanny).   Mom had just left for work, so I asked Bailey, "Where is Nanny?"  He promptly replied, "Bye bye."  Coincindence?  I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109932013310234715?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109932013310234715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109932013310234715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109932013310234715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109932013310234715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/11/november-1-2004-so-despite-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109926793536912723</id><published>2004-10-31T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T19:12:15.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 31, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little guy, Bailey cleaned up in the candy department last night.  We only went to about four or five houses, but they loaded him up.  Today, we let him enjoy one of his Halloween suckers and he got it all over him, but he had fun.  Afterward, a rinse took care of the worst of it and his bath tonight got the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time change thing has kinda thrown Bailey for a loop.  He started getting fussy at like 5:30 and Ihad to puit him to bed around 6:45.  hope that he doesdn't wake up at, like, 5:00 raring to go.  It will just take him a little while to get adjusted to it, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109926793536912723?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109926793536912723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109926793536912723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109926793536912723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109926793536912723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-31-2004-for-little-guy-bailey.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109883671217756098</id><published>2004-10-26T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:25:12.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October 26, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it with my own eyes, but it seems that Bailey has taken his first steps.  The story goes like this.  Andy and I had gone to the store to get diapers and some drinks and when we came back Amanda filled us in on what happened.  He was holding on to the sofa and Mom was sitting on the floor with some of Bailey's toys.  He just let go of the sofa and took a few steps toward Mom.  And of course when we tried to get me to re-enact it, no dice.  So I am gonna try, try, try tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see now how he has progressed to walking.  His crawl has become more of a butt up in the air, legs straight kind of affair.  Also, he has been testing his crawling skills more and more, like by crawling over the rungs on the chair and wiggling his way off the couch by sliding on his stomach.  Andy actually had him standing on his own two feet in the kitchen, but then he got nervous and refused to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be a great surprise for Daddy if he is walking while he is here?   We will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109883671217756098?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109883671217756098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109883671217756098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109883671217756098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109883671217756098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-26-2004-i-didnt-see-it-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109823921872950986</id><published>2004-10-19T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:26:58.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 19, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies have a way of testing your patience and then doing the sweetest things.  Two particularly sweet things Bailey has been doing recently are kissing and sharing.  Mom somehow taught Bailey to give kisses by making a kissy face.  Bailey leans in close mouth open wide and kinda throws his mouth in the general direction of yours.   It's a start.  And the sharing.  If he is eating something and you lean in close and say "I want a bite"  he will offer up whatever he has for you to taste.   Sometimes it is the actual food, sometimes it is his little fist.  Guess it is the thought that counts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109823921872950986?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109823921872950986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109823921872950986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109823921872950986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109823921872950986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-19-2004-babies-have-way-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109788536345751524</id><published>2004-10-15T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:09:23.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey%20138.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey%20138.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture!!   Bailey just grabbed the camer and clicked.  So cute!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109788536345751524?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109788536345751524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109788536345751524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109788536345751524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109788536345751524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-this-picture-bailey-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109788501521696459</id><published>2004-10-15T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:03:35.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 15, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey seems to be able to put himself to sleep now!!  Yeah!!  He put himself down for a nap and went to bed with minimal fuss.  Just a little whimper and he was out.  What a good boy!!  I am so proud of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few notes of cuteness before I go.  He has been so cute lately (probably because of improved sleep)  pivoting on his butt to get the 360 view and clapping his hands whenever a game show is on, particularly Wheel of Fortune.  Maybe he's got a crush on Vanna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109788501521696459?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109788501521696459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109788501521696459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109788501521696459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109788501521696459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-15-2004-bailey-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109780100168454662</id><published>2004-10-14T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:43:21.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 14, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bailey went to the doctor today to have his ears checked and to catch up on his shots.   He weighs in at a hefty 29 pounds 9 ounces and is 32 1/4 inches long.  He is off the charts for both height and weight.  A little chubby for his height, but nothing to worry about the doctor assures.   Had a scary moment though when the doctor thought that he heard a murmur in Bailey's heart.  Thank god it turned out to be nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to track Bailey's progress in the getting to sleep on his own department.  He slept for nine hours on the 12th with one two hour crying jag in between.  Last night he slept for ten hours with an hour and a half crying jag and then later, a few ten minute crying jags.  Is that progress?  Anyway, he went to sleep easily tonight in about ten minutes.  Just a little rub on the back from me.  A good sign, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109780100168454662?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109780100168454662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109780100168454662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109780100168454662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109780100168454662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-14-2004-so-bailey-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109767135062461658</id><published>2004-10-13T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T08:42:30.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 13, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little while this is going to be about sleep.   I am trying to teach Bailey how to fall asleep on his own.  Last night was alright, actually better than I thought it would be.  Bailey was asleep by 7:30 and didn't wake up again until 1:45 or so.   He was so restless and wouldn't let me hold him or comfort him.  I think that he wanted to sleep in bed with me as usual.   So, I just put him down in his bed.  I picked him up or rubbed his tummy when he cried then put him back in his bed.  This went on until around 3:30 when he finally tried and suceeded to go to sleep on his own!!!  And didn't wake up again until 7:00.  So far, so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109767135062461658?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109767135062461658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109767135062461658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109767135062461658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109767135062461658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-13-2004-for-little-while-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109762768039034924</id><published>2004-10-12T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:34:40.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 12, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just as a sidebar, Bailey is eleven months old today.  Time flies. )    Today Bailey and I finally got out of the house to do some grocery shopping and have lunch with Amanda.   We went to Long John's and Bailey was amazed at the little paper boat that the hushpuppies came in.  He wouldn't eat anything unless we put it in the boat and when he threw it on the ground that was the end of the meal in his eyes.  Then, after Mom got home, we helped with some yard work and he was so good just exploring the yard and enjoying the fresh air.  He looked so beautiful sitting there in the sunlight.  Hard to believe that he is my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news, Bailey's Dad is going to be here for his first birthday!!  Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109762768039034924?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109762768039034924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109762768039034924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109762768039034924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109762768039034924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-12-2004-just-as-sidebar-bailey.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109710986392234701</id><published>2004-10-06T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:44:23.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 6, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out with Karen and Gene tonight for Andy's birthday to the Outback.  They hadn't seen Bailey since he was a few months old and they were amazed at how big he has gotten.  They also said he was friendly and active.  He always drinks in his surroundings and doesn't miss a thing that goes on.  Maybe that is why it is hard for him to take naps during the day.  Hoe doesn't wanna miss a thing.   I joke that he thinks we have Barney over when he goes to sleep and nobody would wanna miss Barney, right?   Anyway, when a big group of waitstaff came to sing "Happy Birthday"  to Andy Bailey just stared with his mouth open in amazement.  We'll definately have to get someone to sing like that for his birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109710986392234701?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109710986392234701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109710986392234701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109710986392234701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109710986392234701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-6-2004-we-went-out-with-karen.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109665434252023760</id><published>2004-10-01T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T14:12:22.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;October 1, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying white noise in combination with lullabies to help Bailey fall asleep and stay asleep.  It has helped if onoly by signaling to him that it is time to sleep.  I play it at nap times and at bedtime and he is so much easier to put to sleep.  He is also happier and more easy going because he is sleeping better.  Last night insteas for crying when he woke up he just stood up in his crib and said MAMAMA.  What a cutie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting more determined to feed himself.  He tries to take the spoon or fork from me and then refuses to eat unless I let him "help".  He is also much more interested in finger foods and he loves bread of any kind.  I think he has a sweet tooth probably because Nanny is always giving him something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109665434252023760?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109665434252023760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109665434252023760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109665434252023760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109665434252023760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/10/october-1-2004-i-have-been-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109642135172638545</id><published>2004-09-28T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:29:11.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 28, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that really blew my socks off.  Tonight at dinner Bailey was sitting in his high chair and Nanny gave him a graham cracker and like two seconds later the cracker was gone and Nanny asked, "Where did that cracker go?"  and not missing a beat Bailey answered, "I ate it!"   And I wasn't the only one that heard it Amanda did too.  Funny how he can shape his sounds into words at the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about Bailey's first birthday.  I want to have a party but I'm not sure what the theme, if any, should be.   I mean if he were older he could say, " Hey, Mommy, how about a Sponge Bob party."  or whatever.  But since he can't do that.  I guess Daddy and i will have to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more cute thing before I go.  If you say "Super Bailey", Bailey will repond by putting his hands up in the air like he's flying.  Too cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109642135172638545?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109642135172638545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109642135172638545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109642135172638545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109642135172638545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-28-2004-heres-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109633664527816927</id><published>2004-09-27T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:57:25.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey%20124.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey%20124.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get it on the spoon?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109633664527816927?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109633664527816927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109633664527816927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109633664527816927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109633664527816927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-do-you-get-it-on-spoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109633648877786283</id><published>2004-09-27T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:54:48.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey%20122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey%20122.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  So this is what ice cream feels like!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109633648877786283?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109633648877786283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109633648877786283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109633648877786283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109633648877786283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow-so-this-is-what-ice-cream-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109630955445679295</id><published>2004-09-27T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:25:54.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 27, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep seems to be the major issue now.   The whole cry it out thing just doesn't seem right to me, but I can't spend forever getting him to sleep in the middle of the night.   I have been trying a lullaby CD and that seems to help, but then I think that the pain from teething wakes him up and because he hurts he can't get back to sleep.   I have also tried a lavendar and chamomille air freshner to help relax us.   Any suggestions????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109630955445679295?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109630955445679295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109630955445679295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109630955445679295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109630955445679295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-27-2004-sleep-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109615590157290893</id><published>2004-09-25T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T19:45:01.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 25, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I can't be really sure yet, but I think that Bailey has finally started saying MAMA!!!  You wouldn't believe how happy I was to hear that come from his mouth.   Amanda says I am crazy that it doesn't even sound like MAMA, but I don't care.  Close enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were out shopping at Wal-Mart today and I saw a girl there that was in my childbirth class.  Our class was pretty small, only four couples and out of those four couples there were two baby boys and two baby girls.  Guess the odds really are fifty-fifty, huh?  Anyway, her son was born about twelve days after Bailey, but the differences between them are like night and day.  Bailey weighs 27 pounds, he weighs 21.   Bailey has 8 teeth, he has 1.   He is walking and Bailey os happy just to be pulling up and cruising.   I guess that every baby develops on his own schedule, but it is interesting to see the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109615590157290893?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109615590157290893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109615590157290893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109615590157290893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109615590157290893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-25-2004-ok-so-i-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109598557220776229</id><published>2004-09-23T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:26:12.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 23, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I got the picture thing figured out.  It'll come in handy when we go back to Japan.   Friends and relatives in America can read all about Bailey and see pictures as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is getting smarter and smarter day by day.  For example, his Blue's Clues chair.  When we first got it (about four days ago) he got so frustrated that he couldn't get out of it by himself.  And then, overnight, he somehow figured out that if he makes his bady stiff like a board he can just slide out of the chair and onto his butt.  Another example, he pulled up on the back of the love seat under the archway because he wanted to get something on it.  He was too short to reach it, so he decided to stand up on my leg to give himself the height to reach it.  And it worked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a real fire cracker a ll day.  Amanda's friend Kristin came by and he was laughing at everything she did or said.  He thought she was the greatest.  Then, later in the evening when I was helping Mom clean up the dining room, he wore himself out crawling back and forth just to be in the middle of everything.  So,  he has already gone to sleep.  He wore us both out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109598557220776229?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109598557220776229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109598557220776229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109598557220776229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109598557220776229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-23-2004-i-am-so-glad-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109586282875239769</id><published>2004-09-22T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:20:28.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey%20117.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey%20117.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling in my new Blue's Clues chair&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109586282875239769?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109586282875239769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109586282875239769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109586282875239769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109586282875239769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/chilling-in-my-new-blues-clues-chair.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109579413859849168</id><published>2004-09-21T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:15:38.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey%20094.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey%20094.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Halloween option.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109579413859849168?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109579413859849168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109579413859849168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109579413859849168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109579413859849168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-halloween-option.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109577424749707017</id><published>2004-09-21T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:44:07.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/640/Bailey%20106.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1771/320/Bailey%20106.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bailey in one Halloween possibility.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109577424749707017?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109577424749707017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109577424749707017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109577424749707017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109577424749707017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/super-bailey-in-one-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109573396570945517</id><published>2004-09-20T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:32:45.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 20, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but surely, Bailey is getting better.   He still has a runny nose and sleeps more than usual, but othet than that he is doing fine.    So fine, as a matter of fact, that as he was watching Boobah this morning he had his arm around the cat and they both just sat there watching TV.  Pretty cute considering Bailey usually agitates Belle by pulling her ears or beating her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently at bath time, I started putting the soap into the water so it makes bubbles and he loves it.  He likes to splash around and try to catch the bubbles.  Tonight he splashed so hard that they got all over his face and he had a little Hitler-like mustache.   He also loves his Sponge Bob sponge that Andy gave to him.  It has a little plastic holder that we suction cup to the window and whenever I put him in the sink he always looks up for it.   It is so funny to watch him search for Sponge Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Bailey can't speak he is getting really good at showing you what he wants with his eyes.  Like bathtime and Sponge Bob.  And feeding time, for another example.   When he wants a drink he stops taking food and stares at his cup until you hand it to him.   Wonder what he'll do next. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109573396570945517?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109573396570945517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109573396570945517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109573396570945517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109573396570945517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-20-2004-slowly-but-surely.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109542423484197375</id><published>2004-09-17T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:30:34.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 17, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. . . . .   Where to start?  Bailey has really been doing some cute stuff latlely and it is hard to remember it all.  I guess that I could start with the trip to Morgantown yesterday.   Mostly, he just slept because I had to wake him up early and he didn't sleep well the night before, but when he was awake he was a babbling fool.  He said two new "words" that I had never heard before.   One sounded an awful lot like nanny.  The other one was from a show Bailey likes to watch that comes on PBS,  Boobah.  Well, he said the "b" sound with his lips pursed together and held it for a long time and then let out a quick and soft "ba".  We were all surprised by that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the way back from Morgantown he started to fuss because of being in the car for such a long time, so I got into the back seat with him and gave him his blanket.   Out of nowher he started putting the blanket over his face and pulling it down suddenly.  I then realized that he was playing peek-a-boo and I started making faces and noises when he pulled the blanket down.  He played until I thought his arms would fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109542423484197375?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109542423484197375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109542423484197375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109542423484197375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109542423484197375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-17-2004-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109512747220153255</id><published>2004-09-13T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:04:32.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 13, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that the so-called cold is actually an ear infection.  We went to the doctor today and she said that his right ear is infected and gave him an antibiotic that he has to take for ten days.  He doesn't seem to mind the taste, he actually smiled when I gave it to him the first time.  In addition to that, he has to take Motrin for the fever and Cold/Allergy for the congestion and runny nose.  Lots of medicine and all different flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had to push back his well baby check from September 20th to October 14 because he can't be taking antibiotics when he gets his shots.   Oh yeah, he tipped the scales at 27 pounds and 7 ounces.  Wow, he is a big boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109512747220153255?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109512747220153255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109512747220153255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109512747220153255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109512747220153255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-13-2004-well-it-seems-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109504149773949860</id><published>2004-09-13T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:11:37.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 12, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is ten months old today and is officially battling his first cold.  Poor little guy has an especially hard time sleeping at night maybe because of the congestion.  But, in  a way, he has been milking it for all that it is worth.  He makes these fake cough-like sounds, rolling his tongue and forcing air through it.   He also wants to be held a lot more and even sat still for TWO story books.  Hopefully, he will get a good nights sleep tonight and feel better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109504149773949860?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109504149773949860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109504149773949860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109504149773949860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109504149773949860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-12-2004-bailey-is-ten-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109486246805719189</id><published>2004-09-10T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:27:48.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 10, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a major breakthrough last night.   Bailey was so sleepy, but he kept fighting it- kicking his legs and waving his arms.  So, Mom just put him down in his crib, he played with his crib toys for a while and then drifted off to sleep all by himself.  I was gonna try it again tonight, but he was pretty fussy and so I laid down with him until he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109486246805719189?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109486246805719189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109486246805719189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109486246805719189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109486246805719189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-10-2004-we-had-major.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109474414369819819</id><published>2004-09-09T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:35:43.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 9, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to put Bailey down for his naps.  Usually he can hold his own bottle, but when he is sleepy, I hold it while he plays with my fingers- stretching, twisting, pulling.  The sleepier he gets the less he plays with my fingers and the more he starts rubbing my arm- quickly then slowly until his hand just rests on my arm.  When he is finally asleep he tucks his hands under his chin and he looks just like those ultasound pictures we got when I was pregnant.  In those, he always had his hands near his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like it when Bailey and Nanny play the battle of wills.   Bailey will start with babbling dadadada and Nanny will come back with nananana and it goes back and forth and with each turn Bailey's pitch gets higher and his voice a little angrier.  I don't know if he actually understands what is going on, but it is so funny to watch him morph from a sweet almost singsong dadadada to a godzilla one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109474414369819819?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109474414369819819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109474414369819819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109474414369819819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109474414369819819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-9-2004-i-love-to-put-bailey.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109457377310501188</id><published>2004-09-07T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:16:13.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 7,2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, did Bailey have fun last night with Nanny.  We had been in the car most of the day- taking Michelle back to the airport and shopping- and Bailey was tired of sitting all day.  He wanted to be on the floor, moving around and playing.  When we finally got home around nine, I put hium on the floor so I could go to the bathroom.  When I came back Nanny was playing with him and he was having a ball.  He was crawling around the room and Nanny was crawling after him saying "I'm gonna get a boy!!"  Bailey was cackling and crawling as fast as he could go.  They played like that for a long time until they were both pooped out and Bailey was ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109457377310501188?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109457377310501188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109457377310501188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109457377310501188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109457377310501188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-72004-wow-did-bailey-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109448111090870390</id><published>2004-09-06T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T10:31:50.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 6, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey did the cutest thing this morning.  He woke me up around eight and I had to go to the bathroom, so I put him in his crib.  When I came back he was so content playing with a stuffed animal that he didn't even see me come back into the room.  I watched him, from my bed, as he played shaking the animal amd chewing on it's tail.  Then, bored with that, he started to crawl around and finding a comfortable space in the middle of the crib, sat up and started bouncing up and down on his butt all the while chanting "hu-ya hu-ya hu-ya".  He sounded like a little Indian.  Enough of that and it was time to pull up and blow raspberries on the crib rail until he noticed me and reached up with his arms to get out.   It's so cool that he can entertain himself more and more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109448111090870390?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109448111090870390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109448111090870390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109448111090870390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109448111090870390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-6-2004-bailey-did-cutest.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109435477418079132</id><published>2004-09-04T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:26:14.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 4, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Bailey has been standing up by himself and he doesn't even know it.   Take today, for example, he had pulled himself up on one of the higher corner tables and was playing with a set of keys.  He let go of both hands,  stood for a few seconds and fell down as soon as he realized he didn't have any support.  on the way down, he hit his head and started crying.  Poor little boy!!  He just needs a little more confidence, courage and leg strength and he'll be able to do it all by himself.  Walking can't be that far behind. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109435477418079132?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109435477418079132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109435477418079132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109435477418079132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109435477418079132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-4-2004-lately-bailey-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109414982970232454</id><published>2004-09-02T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:04:05.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 2, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have a family picture taken today. Mom has been harping on that for a long time, so I decided while Michelle was in and Bailey and I were in we would just do it. Bailey did so well, he loved the photographer lady and she didn't have totry very hard to illicit smiles from him. Only towards the end hwen he started to get tired and hungry did he actually make her work for the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says how friendly Bailey is, but in the back of my mind I keep thinking about separation anxiety and clinging to mom. Maybe he won't be like that though. As it is now he is only really clingy when he is tired and/or sleepy. Since i am the one who usually puts him to sleep, I guess he thinks I am the best one for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109414982970232454?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109414982970232454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109414982970232454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109414982970232454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109414982970232454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-2-2004-we-went-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109406896916662559</id><published>2004-09-01T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:02:49.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;September 1, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Bailey has been doing some really cute things.  When his Nanny sings the song "Shake your Boooty"  Bailey starts dancing.  Or maybe it is more like shifting his weight from foot to foot, but it is darn cute.   He is also practicing getting down when he pulls up.  It goes like this, he pulls him self up on the coffee table cruises around for a while and gets bored.  used to be he would just cry until someone came to his aid, but now he will just let go and fall back on his butt.  Then he will repeat the whole process again.  I guess practice makes perfect.  He is also trying so hard to stoop down from a standing position to pick up a fallen toy.  Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't but that doesn't stop him from straining to do it.  So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109406896916662559?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109406896916662559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109406896916662559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109406896916662559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109406896916662559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-1-2004-lately-bailey-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109357204983611914</id><published>2004-08-26T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:00:49.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 25, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best to teach Bailey to high five.  I hold his little hand in mine and do the action while saying GIMEEEEE  FIIIVEEEE!!  He always smiles when I do it and thinks that it is great fun.  After doing that a few times, he kinda gets the hang of it and does it without me holding his hand.  But, if I try to get him to do it in front of other people he just smiles and gets kinda shy.   Cute but frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have his huge, blue piggy bank that someone gave to him and we fill it up with our pocket and occassionally, two dollar bills.  Bailey is so cute trying to figure out where the money goes.  When you drop the money into the bank he laughs at the sound of the money jangling.  We should start a savings account for him soon.  That little piggy is getting heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109357204983611914?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109357204983611914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109357204983611914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109357204983611914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109357204983611914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-25-2004-i-am-trying-my-best-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109336815619031919</id><published>2004-08-24T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:22:36.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 24, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating whether or not Bailey needs his first haircut.  He was born with a lot of hair and it just keeps growing and growing.  It is so long around the ears and so are his bangs.   I just wonder if he is gonna set still long enough to have it done.  Also, should we do it at home or take him to a salon?  Is nine months too early? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As traditon goes in America, you keep a lock of hair from the first haircut.  As tradition goes in Japan,  you make a calligraphy brush out of it.  His first haircut, if done now, will really inly be a trim, so will there be enough hair to do both?  Maybe we should just wait.  On the other hand, we are having a family picture made on September 2nd and I don't want him looking shaggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people say that it is cute or you could always spike it up or smooth it down with some kind of product.   They think he can get away with it because he is a baby.  But, I think it is time.  Question is, is Bailey ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109336815619031919?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109336815619031919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109336815619031919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109336815619031919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109336815619031919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-24-2004-i-am-debating-whether.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109331052606265049</id><published>2004-08-23T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:22:06.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 23, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I have written.  So much I wanted to say and have forgotten.  Bailey is pulling up on everything now- people, tables, his toys, the cat.  He tries so hard and it is cute to watch him grunt.  He has also been sleping so much better lately maybe it is because of the cereal or because he is tired after a day of crawling and pulling up.  He eats and drinks a lot more too.  I have yet to find a food that he truly detests.  That boy will eat anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109331052606265049?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109331052606265049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109331052606265049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109331052606265049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109331052606265049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-23-2004-it-has-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109279250013176101</id><published>2004-08-17T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:28:20.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 17, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bailey did sleep better last night, but he was grouchier than usual today.  What's that about?  Anyway, we went to a Chinese buffet tonight and the waitresses loved him.  They kept coming over to play with him and they even feed him.  He absolutely loved the attention.  On the other hand, he kept trying to bite everybody.  I know that children at this age put everything into their mouths, especially when they have new teeth coming through, but I don't want him to become the class biter.  What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109279250013176101?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109279250013176101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109279250013176101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109279250013176101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109279250013176101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-17-2004-well-bailey-did-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109270946726189525</id><published>2004-08-16T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:24:27.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 16, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying a little experiment to see if Bailey will sleep longer at night.  Right after his bath and before he goes to bed, I am giving him a little cereal from a bowl.   Last night he slept from nine until two thirty without waking up which is an improvement over the usual twelve thirty.  Also, he seems to be taking shorter naps during the day.  His longest nap used to be about three hours but now that is down to two in the morning and forty five minutes in the afternoon.  That less than his usual morning nap.  We'll see. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109270946726189525?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109270946726189525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109270946726189525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109270946726189525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109270946726189525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-16-2004-i-am-trying-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109253861455477871</id><published>2004-08-14T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:56:54.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 14, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got kind of a shock when I went to get Bailey after his nap.   I had laid him down on the bed because it was easier on my back.   About two hours later I heard him cry and went to get him, but he wasn't on the bed.  Somehow, despite my pillow barrier, he had rolled off the bed and was in the crawl position when I finally found him, half hidden by the bedside table.  Needless to say, he sleeps in the baby bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends from high school came to visit tonight.  Debbie is expecting her first baby, a boy, in about three weeks.  It is always fun to watch Bailey interact with new people.  At first he is really quiet, but then he smiles and realizes those new people aren't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109253861455477871?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109253861455477871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109253861455477871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109253861455477871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109253861455477871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-14-2004-today-i-got-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109244874574685901</id><published>2004-08-13T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T21:59:05.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 13, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bailey had two "firsts".  While he was rolling/crawling around the living room floor I suddenly noticed that he had gotten into the sitting position all by myself and was looking up at me with the cutest "What did I do?" eyes.  So, he can go from a sitting position to crawling to rolling back to sitting.  Pretty exciting.  Then, not five minutes later he pulled himself up on the coffe table and proceeded to bang it with a coaster.  The changes are coming so fast now.  Go, Bailey, go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109244874574685901?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109244874574685901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109244874574685901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109244874574685901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109244874574685901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-13-2004-today-bailey-had-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109227559327987123</id><published>2004-08-11T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:53:13.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 11, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey finally, for the first time in a long time slept through the night.  He went to bed around 9:30 and slept until 5:30, took a bottle and went back to sleep for a little over an hour.  I think we both feel better for it!!  He has this cute new game that he likes to play with us.  If we cover our face with our hands and say "Where's _____?" (Mommy, Nanny, etc) he will pull our hands away from our face and smile.  It is a rather easy way to keep him entertained for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109227559327987123?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109227559327987123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109227559327987123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109227559327987123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109227559327987123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-11-2004-bailey-finally-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109219152489783927</id><published>2004-08-10T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:32:04.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 11, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey drank so much today.  He normally drinks about 24 ounces of milk a day but today he had four 8 ounce bottles and three 4 ounce bottles.  And he only wanted milk, no juice, no water.  Nothing from a sippy cup.  Looks like he is getting another tooth which will make eight- four on top and four on bottom.  Maybe that's why he wanted the comfort of the bottle.  Also, he is getting so much better at crawling on the hardwood flooring in the kitchen.  Next step the laundry room and kitty liter.  Gotta do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109219152489783927?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109219152489783927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109219152489783927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109219152489783927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109219152489783927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-11-2004-bailey-drank-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109207667286946495</id><published>2004-08-09T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:37:52.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;August 9, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recently Bailey is having trouble sleeping through the night.  He'll sleep for a few hours and wake up crying.  When I go to pick him up he is usually on his tummy with his head pushing against the headboard of the baby bed like he is sleepcrawling.  Then I end up bringing him to bed with me which makes him sleep better but means less sleep for me as he likes to sleep thisclose.  He sleeps well enough by himself during the day.  Wonder what's up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109207667286946495?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109207667286946495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109207667286946495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109207667286946495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109207667286946495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-9-2004-recently-bailey-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900024.post-109201954692359872</id><published>2004-08-08T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:45:46.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 8, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got this idea from a friend who had a baby about the same time that I did.  Seemed like a good idea so here I am.  Bailey was born on November 12, 2003.  He has changed so much- from holding his head up to rolling over to saying dada and his most recent achievement crawling.  Everybody says that I'll get tired of chasing after him soon enough, but for now I am cheering him on and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900024-109201954692359872?l=baileykai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/feeds/109201954692359872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900024&amp;postID=109201954692359872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109201954692359872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900024/posts/default/109201954692359872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baileykai.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-8-2004-i-got-this-idea-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11209288780395850471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m35/trishay2003/DSC01691.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
