<?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-9215759810973699919</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:37:34.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>emmi gansser</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my website to ensure all of our friends and family in Georgia, Rhode Island, and everywhere else can keep up with my growth!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-6168182364251171418</id><published>2008-11-10T20:46:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:59:16.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, Halloween and First Steps...OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! My mom has REALLY been slacking! I have been nagging and nagging her to get my website updated. Guess I have to take things into my own hands! She has enough time for a trip to Cancun but not to update my website. I see the priorities! Needless to say. I have a lot to catch you guys up on! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj56u4xHEI/AAAAAAAAGBg/PfRtSPO2rzs/s1600-h/P1010842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267234551623654466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj56u4xHEI/AAAAAAAAGBg/PfRtSPO2rzs/s320/P1010842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday! So I was supposed to have two birthday parties... cause everyone has two right? One here in Texas and one in Atlanta. Well...this guy named "Ike" ruined my party! He was a real poopyhead. I kept trying to meet him since everyone was talking about him - my parents, my friends, the TV and radio - but he was real sneaky - I never saw him even though people talked about him all the time! Apparently, he snuck in and turned off our lights. Well, mommy and daddy had a brain fart or something cause they couldn't figure out how to turn them back on. So there we were...walking around with lanterns, flashlights and candles? How am I supposed to coordinate an outfit with that lighting??? After this sneaky guy Ike came by our house he went by all the grocery stores and turned off their lights too so you couldn't buy anything! I guess it wasn't just mommy and daddy who had brain farts...it is like all the adults just forgot how to use the light switches for a while! If I was tall enough I would have showed them but that is the trouble with being 31 inches. Anyway, Daddy decided to go ahead and send me and Mommy to Atlanta earlier than planned. So Ike ruined my Texas party but it was ok cause that meant more time in Atlanta with my family, friend, and, of course, my boyfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj6XPQ9tMI/AAAAAAAAGBo/r06ltFf_Nsw/s1600-h/P1010952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235041351414978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj6XPQ9tMI/AAAAAAAAGBo/r06ltFf_Nsw/s320/P1010952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlanta was lots of fun and my birthday party was the BEST! Everybody came and was real nice and acting like they knew me. I didn't want them to feel embarrassed so I played along. They were a little looney though. Don't get me wrong...they were nice and I really enjoyed them but I think they were a little cooky. For example, at one point, they put me in my highchair, and put this goofy hat on me, gathered around me and started singing to me. They sang my Daddy's "Good Morning To You" song but they had the words all wrong. I smiled though, cause again, I didn't want to embarrass them. When they were done, they put this thing called "cake" in front of me. I just thought "oh...that's pretty...but why is everyone still staring at me?" Then mommy shoved her finger in it and then in my mouth and I learned what true ecstasy is all about. It was HEAVENLY. I had never had this thing called sugar before (unless you count the whole marshmallow I tried eating the week before when my mean ol' Aunt Carrie stuck her finger in my throat and pulled it out...just cause I wasn't breathing or some stupid reason like that). Anyway...needless to say...I really liked the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj6xyAlIDI/AAAAAAAAGBw/wF-Vh39uAss/s1600-h/P1010975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235497354534962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj6xyAlIDI/AAAAAAAAGBw/wF-Vh39uAss/s320/P1010975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend turned one ten days after me and I got to go to his party too! More cake! We had a lot of fun and I got to meet some new friends! The trip to Atlanta was PERFECT...well, almost perfect. It was perfect until I got a call from my BFF saying they were moving. Her dad became some big time executive so they have to go live near the important people...at least that is what my Daddy says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks after being back in Texas, Grammy Nancy came to stay with me while Mommy and Daddy went to Cancun. We had so much fun. We played and I learned where my nose was and that my finger can go in it! Grammy has no rules so I got to eat whatever I wanted. She even let me try this new thing called Scrambled Eggs. Mmmmmm...I just don't like how they make me turn red from head to toe and swell up like a balloon. I also didn't like spending the rest of the afternoon in Dr. Irani's office instead of playing with my Grammy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj7SvDCmGI/AAAAAAAAGB4/6SW0cTaEYNc/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267236063495231586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj7SvDCmGI/AAAAAAAAGB4/6SW0cTaEYNc/s320/P1020106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Halloween, I was a flower. I was cute even if I do say so! The only problem was the long sleeve shirt, tights, and felt outfit were REALLY hot in the 80 degree weather here in Texas. I only made it to four houses. Mom says there is a price to cuteness...boy is there ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads me to my final update. Since there was nothing else to do this weekend, I decided to get up and walk. Why not? You know what they say "When in Rome..." Well, you would have thought I solved world peace. My Mommy's reaction could be heard by dogs three states over - whatever that means, dad said it. Dad was pretty proud too. So now, anytime I want a little attention I just get to where I need to go on my feet instead of my knees...works every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-790ed4ccf5b7d29b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D790ed4ccf5b7d29b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C51017DED7E19B1C95758CB9C3E6D2DE59D19A0.7C6BBC69270B56E4858D120DEB31B901B5552218%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D790ed4ccf5b7d29b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQog6KOrcmpLZp4UfRXtNISab3Yw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D790ed4ccf5b7d29b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C51017DED7E19B1C95758CB9C3E6D2DE59D19A0.7C6BBC69270B56E4858D120DEB31B901B5552218%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D790ed4ccf5b7d29b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQog6KOrcmpLZp4UfRXtNISab3Yw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is it. It is hard to sum up three months in one post but I think you get the idea. I can't wait to see everyone around the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and Kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Here are LOTS more pictures if you are interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/SeptemberNovember2008"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/SeptemberNovember2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-6168182364251171418?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=790ed4ccf5b7d29b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6168182364251171418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=6168182364251171418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6168182364251171418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6168182364251171418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-halloween-and-first-stepsoh-my.html' title='Birthday, Halloween and First Steps...OH MY!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SRj56u4xHEI/AAAAAAAAGBg/PfRtSPO2rzs/s72-c/P1010842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-223388490953581135</id><published>2008-08-16T13:57:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:51:45.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Rhode Island!</title><content type='html'>I was only home a few short days before we were off again! This time to Rhode Island! I am telling you! I am a World Traveler! I was particularly excited about this trip! I got to see my Great Grandmother again - who I hadn't seen since November! I was much smaller then! I also got to see my Grandma, Gramps, Uncle Kris, and Uncle Greg! I had SO much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKct4lnX4HI/AAAAAAAAF3c/uPc_trEKpzA/s1600-h/P1010745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235203542034669682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKct4lnX4HI/AAAAAAAAF3c/uPc_trEKpzA/s320/P1010745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop when we got to Rhode Island was to Great Grandmother's! I love being with her! She fusses over me so much! She is the best! While I was there I also got to see my extended family as well! It was wonderful! We all went in the pool and it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcom_TAhSI/AAAAAAAAF3A/ExL1idjKs8I/s1600-h/P1010754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235197742132790562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcom_TAhSI/AAAAAAAAF3A/ExL1idjKs8I/s320/P1010754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKco-Y2OL0I/AAAAAAAAF3I/-V_0lLHUkx8/s1600-h/P1010749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235198144128364354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKco-Y2OL0I/AAAAAAAAF3I/-V_0lLHUkx8/s320/P1010749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After spending 2 1/2 days with Great Grandma, we headed over to Grandma and Gramps for the rest of the trip! Talk about being doted on! My uncles got on the floor and played with me and my Grandma would just walk and walk and walk with me. At one time, she did the FUNNIEST thing ever! She played this game, "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not" with some flowers! I thought it was HYSTERICAL! Check it out - but make sure your volume is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36e60c0e904e1860" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36e60c0e904e1860%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D633B020099E1605833F45BCEFAD2FCB347C14210.65FCE3D88F5629AD869ADCF156A2B5F7BF3B48EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36e60c0e904e1860%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC0g_LKfaoJUAER51s44yw4P0Uu4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36e60c0e904e1860%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D633B020099E1605833F45BCEFAD2FCB347C14210.65FCE3D88F5629AD869ADCF156A2B5F7BF3B48EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36e60c0e904e1860%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC0g_LKfaoJUAER51s44yw4P0Uu4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, ha, ha! I still crack up when I watch that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcpX2UjDCI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/vkwHC3jbtDY/s1600-h/P1010778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235198581536918562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcpX2UjDCI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/vkwHC3jbtDY/s320/P1010778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last thing we did was go to Jack's...mommy's favorite restaurant! I enjoyed the clams! I just chewed and chewed and chewed on the shell! Felt good on my teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was a fun trip and I loved seeing my family in Rhode Island! I can't wait to go back! I miss them already! Next, I will tell you all about my beach trip. But first, check out some more pictures of my Rhode Island trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/RhodeIslandTrip2008"&gt;Pictures of Rhode Island Trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-223388490953581135?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36e60c0e904e1860&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/223388490953581135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=223388490953581135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/223388490953581135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/223388490953581135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-rhode-island.html' title='Trip to Rhode Island!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKct4lnX4HI/AAAAAAAAF3c/uPc_trEKpzA/s72-c/P1010745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-540687644631869137</id><published>2008-08-16T13:19:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:56:32.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Trip to the Beach!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the past month has had A LOT of excitement! I got to go to the beach for the first time! Daddy, Mommy, and I met Grammy Nancy, Aunt Lynn, Uncle Rod, Aunt Andrea, and my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKciVbb3TBI/AAAAAAAAFy0/w9ctlO7oH_U/s1600-h/P1010694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235190843378715666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKciVbb3TBI/AAAAAAAAFy0/w9ctlO7oH_U/s320/P1010694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cousins in Destin, FL. It began with mommy waking me up Saturday morning at 4:00 AM. Needless to say, I was NOT impressed. But I was a trooper and was good for ten of the eleven hour drive. I thought about being good for the final hour but what fun is that? I wanted to see how frazzled I could get daddy! It worked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach was so much fun! Mommy says it was the worst year ever cause Hurricane Dolly pushed all the jellyfish to Destin. You could barely get in the ocean! But my brave cousins &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcgUlwIzCI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/FlIgmnkqRkY/s1600-h/P1010685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235188629944978466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcgUlwIzCI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/FlIgmnkqRkY/s320/P1010685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aleksandra, Austin, and Bryce did it. Mommy and Daddy did not (chickens!). Even Cousin Libby tried to get in! But her mommy wouldn't let her either. Oh well. I enjoyed the sand, as you can see, and just crawling around. Everyone else enjoyed laying out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKchmW32K3I/AAAAAAAAFys/khTAlEI17Es/s1600-h/P1010711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235190034700053362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKchmW32K3I/AAAAAAAAFys/khTAlEI17Es/s320/P1010711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did take a walk to the pier one night. It was a nice walk and we all had a good time. I got to hang out with my cousins to I had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Aunt Lynn had the brilliant idea of telling Mommy I could get worms by eating the sand. Mommy, of course, became neurotic and shoved a paci in my mouth every time we were at the beach. I didn't want it. The sand was much tastier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great weather until the last day of our trip. Then it started to get stormy. We were down at the beach, and I kept tellin them it was time to go in. I finally just headed in on my own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcwYqyuRTI/AAAAAAAAF3k/BPmb5lS0V4M/s1600-h/P1010722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235206292203521330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKcwYqyuRTI/AAAAAAAAF3k/BPmb5lS0V4M/s320/P1010722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is it for the beach trip! My next post will probably be when I turn one! Mommy is already crying about it! Good grief! In the meantime, check out my other beach pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/BeachVacation2008"&gt;Beach Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-540687644631869137?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/540687644631869137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=540687644631869137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/540687644631869137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/540687644631869137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-trip-to-beach.html' title='My First Trip to the Beach!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SKciVbb3TBI/AAAAAAAAFy0/w9ctlO7oH_U/s72-c/P1010694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-1388584633367365698</id><published>2008-07-13T22:23:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:06:52.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months Old (almost!)</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe I am almost 10 months old! It seems like only yesterday I was enjoying the nice warm, squishy environment of my mommy's tummy! Those were the days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lots to fill you guys in on since my last update. I am now full, fledged crawling like crazy. I crawl everywhere...including up the stairs! (About 5 minutes after this picture was taken me, Mommy, and Daddy went to Toy R Us and bought these not-so-fun things called "gates".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHrHkF14ZMI/AAAAAAAAFZY/VyVghfSLQvw/s1600-h/P1010651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222706140746900674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHrHkF14ZMI/AAAAAAAAFZY/VyVghfSLQvw/s320/P1010651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do is to crawl and climb all over daddy. I crawl up one side, face plant into the ground, turn around, and do it over again! It is FUN! Some times...I'd rather stand up on daddy instead of my usual crawling up and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHrIbBrVK8I/AAAAAAAAFZg/SWdCXIxlpas/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222707084521712578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHrIbBrVK8I/AAAAAAAAFZg/SWdCXIxlpas/s320/P1010635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get into mischief without daddy's help...like when I decide to help mommy reorganize her nightstand. WOW she has a lot of books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222707799593578786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHrJEphv8SI/AAAAAAAAFZo/OQvY8nk8g6E/s320/P1010643.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHwO13mnPcI/AAAAAAAAFZw/dX5SS63Kmzw/s1600-h/P1010647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223065986464693698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHwO13mnPcI/AAAAAAAAFZw/dX5SS63Kmzw/s320/P1010647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This favorite summer hobby is going to the pool! I took swimming lessons and daddy says I was the best in the class. Mommy loves it cause I have about a hundred swimsuits and coverups she gets to dress me in...like this one I inherited from my good buddy Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also talking some now. I say Ma Ma, Da Da, Bye Bye (sometimes), thank you (sometimes), Hi! (my new favorite), and What!?!?!?! (daddy's favorite). Of course, if mommy and daddy ask me to talk for their friends...I won't do it. I can't be bothered with entertaining these boring adults. Instead, I just look at them and think "why do I have to put up with these imbeciles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHwQFXMqyPI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Wlw2bJpI438/s1600-h/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223067352155474162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHwQFXMqyPI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Wlw2bJpI438/s320/P1010625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now. I am sure I will post again soon since we are going to the beach in a few weeks and then to see my Grandma, Gramps, and Uncles who I have not gotten to meet yet. I am really excited! And of course my Great Grandma who is my favorite...after all I was named after her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be one before you know it and mommy says we get to go back to Atlanta for my first birthday. Daddy wants to know if mommy realizes we have moved to Houston and are not just visiting...I don't think so!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Emmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/JuneJuly2008"&gt;Links to My Latest Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-1388584633367365698?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1388584633367365698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=1388584633367365698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/1388584633367365698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/1388584633367365698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-months-old-almost.html' title='10 Months Old (almost!)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SHrHkF14ZMI/AAAAAAAAFZY/VyVghfSLQvw/s72-c/P1010651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-6062695997877611354</id><published>2008-05-12T12:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:35:28.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble!</title><content type='html'>Well, I wasn't expecting to post again so soon but I had to let you guys in on my latest accomplishment. I decided mom was taking too long to get me out of my crib this morning so I would try looking for her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-adf209b0e84fed84" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadf209b0e84fed84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D8FFC4E0B60660609CF69A9DBFF0397F79809E7.39181F6B93EADC50437A839ACEDD801BB54D2F61%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadf209b0e84fed84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djs2kIS08c20y7qBZ8th2SIy1lEs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dadf209b0e84fed84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D8FFC4E0B60660609CF69A9DBFF0397F79809E7.39181F6B93EADC50437A839ACEDD801BB54D2F61%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadf209b0e84fed84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djs2kIS08c20y7qBZ8th2SIy1lEs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was quite funny as you can see in the below picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCiH19UuUtI/AAAAAAAAFYw/ZDQ_VIg0bZo/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199555130863538898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCiH19UuUtI/AAAAAAAAFYw/ZDQ_VIg0bZo/s320/P1010613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother's Day was fun yesterday. I made mommy a card at Sunday School that had my handprint on it. I also helped Daddy pick out some great presents for the beach! A nice beach bag and matching towels for me and mommy. I also got mommy flip flops but daddy got the wrong size. 6M is not the same as 9W. I tried telling him that! Anyway...I didn't feel so good cause something funny is going on in my mouth (I drool a lot and feel the need to chew on EVERYTHING) but I enjoyed snuggling my mommy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCiL0dUuUuI/AAAAAAAAFY4/TWlYwhowr8s/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199559503140246242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCiL0dUuUuI/AAAAAAAAFY4/TWlYwhowr8s/s320/P1010606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope all of you are doing well!  Love and miss you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emmi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-6062695997877611354?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=adf209b0e84fed84&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6062695997877611354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=6062695997877611354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6062695997877611354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6062695997877611354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/05/trouble.html' title='Trouble!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCiH19UuUtI/AAAAAAAAFYw/ZDQ_VIg0bZo/s72-c/P1010613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-432767195066489002</id><published>2008-05-09T22:25:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:05:36.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Update (a little late)</title><content type='html'>OK...so I am really 7 months now...well, 7 1/2. But I have been busy so I haven't had a chance to update. I have started all sorts of fun things...like crawling!!! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7cd90cf4654f80c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7cd90cf4654f80c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7917D926A0709942BC9C39C6767288FFD6C3796E.62E4C3976123033890659BC283FF73036A2AC2C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7cd90cf4654f80c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrUhxis_nLpkpVB4eYpReaiaFevw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7cd90cf4654f80c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7917D926A0709942BC9C39C6767288FFD6C3796E.62E4C3976123033890659BC283FF73036A2AC2C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7cd90cf4654f80c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrUhxis_nLpkpVB4eYpReaiaFevw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why mommy was so surprised. Is this a big deal or something? In all honesty, mommy was just trying to get me "scooting" on film. But, as it turned out, I decided to go ahead and crawl for her! I didn't realize how tiring it could be though! Wow! Sometimes it is so tiring...I just give up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4978fcf224a8ad29" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4978fcf224a8ad29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40DB47F645631CBE4EA28F442379A6CC9C631C26.4E6520C8933B05DA9AA3F6C20D1DEFA7F688E02B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4978fcf224a8ad29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxpfgXkYdS5rfmgwOwtzPocHIjWQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4978fcf224a8ad29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40DB47F645631CBE4EA28F442379A6CC9C631C26.4E6520C8933B05DA9AA3F6C20D1DEFA7F688E02B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4978fcf224a8ad29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxpfgXkYdS5rfmgwOwtzPocHIjWQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you! It is rough! Anyway...on to some other stuff I have started. More solids!!!!!!!!!! I eat all sorts of fruits and veggies now...green beans, peas, carrots, sweet potatoes, apples, blueberries, bananas. WAIT! NOT BANANAS! Just like my mommy, smashed bananas gross me out! Every time I gag on them...mom gags with me! Just watch how nasty these are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ceab30f62680523" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ceab30f62680523%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32D1088D0ECE6511793B3EB70B76338B4D9C44E9.57746BC4F018BAD9312A01A3B41B87E53DF5BA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ceab30f62680523%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnqGPsAPtQP4pf0647LGtSL8XRCI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ceab30f62680523%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32D1088D0ECE6511793B3EB70B76338B4D9C44E9.57746BC4F018BAD9312A01A3B41B87E53DF5BA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ceab30f62680523%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnqGPsAPtQP4pf0647LGtSL8XRCI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I am a fan of prunes. Notice how content and relaxed I am when she gives me yummy fruit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUd-KkMTdI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/FzutIUVwaDk/s1600-h/P1010561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198594298694356434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUd-KkMTdI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/FzutIUVwaDk/s320/P1010561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the last couple of months, I have had some big events. One of those, was my boyfriend Trey coming to see me in Texas with his mommy. He is soooooooo cute. As you can tell, we are very much in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUevakMTeI/AAAAAAAAFXo/t6USC_WSLw0/s1600-h/P1010403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198595144802913762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUevakMTeI/AAAAAAAAFXo/t6USC_WSLw0/s320/P1010403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See what I mean? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUfyKkMTfI/AAAAAAAAFX4/XFxpXE4lLak/s1600-h/P1010265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198596291559181810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUfyKkMTfI/AAAAAAAAFX4/XFxpXE4lLak/s320/P1010265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another neat thing that happened were the blue bonnets blooming. They are really pretty. They are the Texas State Flower and you can get shot on sight if you pick them. Well, that's at least how they act around here. In any case, I got my pictures taken with my BFF Paige. She is the greatest! She is 5 months older than me (which in baby time is like 5 years!) and she still let's me hang out with her. I told you she was cool! Mommy was too cheap to hire someone to take the blue bonnet pictures so she did it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUglqkMTgI/AAAAAAAAFYA/wvtYZU4HKJQ/s1600-h/P1010506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198597176322444802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUglqkMTgI/AAAAAAAAFYA/wvtYZU4HKJQ/s320/P1010506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing that happened over the last few months was Aleksandra joining our family! That's my new cousin (you may remember her as Sasha from Christmas. She changed her name. Teenagers! Who can figure them out!?!) She is 16 and the neatest cousin! While Aunt Lynn and Uncle Rod went to go get her from Latvia, mommy took care of me, Cousin Libby, Cousin Bryce, and Cousin Austin. I didn't think she was going to make it. But we survived...all of us!! Of course, mommy insisted on meeting Aunt Lynn, Uncle Rod, and Aleksandra at the airport. Something about not being to handle another minute...whatever that meant. Just kidding! It actually wasn't bad at all.  I even heard mom describe it as "fun" one time!  Of course, she did have great help from Grammy Nancy.  On top of that, Grammy Carol, Aunt Mimi, Uncle Hal, Cousin Ethan, and Cousin Riley came up to see me! They were a big help too!  In any case, mommy was still excited to meet them at the airport so here we are waiting for them to come up the escalator. That is Cousin Libby on the left, Cousin Bryce in the middle, Uncle Rod's daddy in the back, and then Grammy pushing me in the stroller. I am doin' my thing...people watchin.  Cousin Austin was too cool to hang out and wait with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUhGqkMThI/AAAAAAAAFYI/tEZMFkMxzHE/s1600-h/P1010543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198597743258127890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUhGqkMThI/AAAAAAAAFYI/tEZMFkMxzHE/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I guess that is it for now. I will try to update sooner but growing up is very busy work! I will leave you with a link to all of my pictures over the last couple of months! I miss you and can't wait to see all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/AprilMay2008"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/AprilMay2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Emmi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-432767195066489002?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4978fcf224a8ad29&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ceab30f62680523&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7cd90cf4654f80c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/432767195066489002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=432767195066489002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/432767195066489002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/432767195066489002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-month-update-little-late.html' title='6 Month Update (a little late)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/SCUd-KkMTdI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/FzutIUVwaDk/s72-c/P1010561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-5390948598245760823</id><published>2008-02-12T21:44:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:13:29.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots Going On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JsTDRFCVI/AAAAAAAAE3M/HoAkfe8M4fA/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166310797097634130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JsTDRFCVI/AAAAAAAAE3M/HoAkfe8M4fA/s320/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a big ten days! It started with mommy deciding to give me cereal...boy was that fun! I wasn't quite sure what to make of it and more of it got on my bib than in my mouth. I think I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JoZDRFCNI/AAAAAAAAE2M/RbJ05oYO0so/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166306502130338002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JoZDRFCNI/AAAAAAAAE2M/RbJ05oYO0so/s320/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like it but my tongue does this silly thing where it pushes all the food out before mommy can get it in. The doctor says it is a reflex that goes away between 4 and 6 months. What's a reflex? Anyway...mommy put the cereal away for a couple of weeks and said we would try again later. Good thing...I hate being a mess!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7Jf5jRFCFI/AAAAAAAAE1M/KJhM65tMjT0/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...since we put that task away for a while I decided to work on something else...rolling over! I spent about a week rolling onto my side but my arm always got in the way. I looked at it and said "move" (well, really it sounded like a frustrated grunt to mom and dad) but it just stayed there! Well, then last Tuesday, February 5th mom decided it was time for a nap...but I didn't &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JrtjRFCUI/AAAAAAAAE3E/xGAQliquias/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166310152852539714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JrtjRFCUI/AAAAAAAAE3E/xGAQliquias/s320/P1010143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;think it was time...so I let her know. I threw the biggest fit I have ever thrown in 4 1/2 months. In fact, I got so mad I flipped myself over...which made me even more mad because I lost my paci and I was stuck on my belly. When mom came in to check on me she started cheering and hollering. I just looked at her and thought "what...you didn't know I could do this?"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JhkzRFCHI/AAAAAAAAE1c/qXCrS5VnWk8/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JpOzRFCPI/AAAAAAAAE2c/WpWjXnnO10Y/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of all of this rolling over, it was my daddy's birthday. We got him a grill. Ok...maybe mom got him the grill and I got him the grill cover. She wouldn't let me get the nice present...something about me needing to get a job... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166308129922943234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7Jp3zRFCQI/AAAAAAAAE2k/cSiGcqLmn3s/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday night my grammy came to see me from Atlanta. We had lots and lots of fun. I showed off for her lots and lots by rolling over, and over, and over, and over. In fact, it got to the point that as soon as you put me down...I rolled to my tummy. I just like to show off! I had lots of fun with my grammy...she spoiled me by rocking me to sleep, making goofy faces, and talking in some weird goofy language that she seems to think I can understand. I giver her a laugh for making the effort though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JkrDRFCJI/AAAAAAAAE1s/C5OB1NIoykg/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, it was my baby dedication. I just wish my other grammy, Grandmas, Grandpa, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JqUjRFCRI/AAAAAAAAE2s/hd6x8Dd3dwk/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166308623844182290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JqUjRFCRI/AAAAAAAAE2s/hd6x8Dd3dwk/s320/P1010146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and friends could have been there as well. I had the most beautiful outfit on in the world. My Great Grandma gave it to me...it was handmade and I loved it. My mommy loved it even more. I don't think my daddy was too thrilled with it cause he kept saying I looked like the Grand Puba of the KKK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...the service was nice and later that day we went out for celebration with grammy, Mr. David, Miss Molly and my BFF Paige to Buca Di Beppo. There was a lot of food and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JqwTRFCSI/AAAAAAAAE20/kFin7jg2LuQ/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166309100585552162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JqwTRFCSI/AAAAAAAAE20/kFin7jg2LuQ/s320/P1010148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you would think they would give me a taste since the celebration was for me but I got jipped! Oh well...at least we had fun.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7Jl8DRFCKI/AAAAAAAAE10/3rYhDRL3nBc/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Valentine's Day is Thursday and I haven't decided if I am going to ask my boyfriend Trey or my daddy to be my Valentine. It is a tough call! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is all for now. I hope all of you are doing well and that I get to see you soon. I miss you all and love you!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Emmi&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JmzDRFCLI/AAAAAAAAE18/atUAAXZgDuc/s1600-h/P1010219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JrGjRFCTI/AAAAAAAAE28/lTdK7rbLRfI/s1600-h/P1010219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166309482837641522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JrGjRFCTI/AAAAAAAAE28/lTdK7rbLRfI/s320/P1010219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-5390948598245760823?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5390948598245760823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=5390948598245760823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/5390948598245760823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/5390948598245760823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/02/lots-going-on.html' title='Lots Going On...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R7JsTDRFCVI/AAAAAAAAE3M/HoAkfe8M4fA/s72-c/P1010134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-6259141500027089293</id><published>2008-01-19T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:28:02.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NpnDouEcI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/5YOmsWAFVi8/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157582117981262274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NpnDouEcI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/5YOmsWAFVi8/s320/P1010100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well hello everybody! It has been a while since I checked in so there is lots to catch you up on. I am four months old now and as happy as I can be!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After my doctor visit, in November, I took my first plane ride to watch my cousin play in a football game. He was the best one on the field! I got to hang out with my Grammy Carol and Aunt Mimi and, of course, they always dote on me!  Oh, and by the way, I was PERFECT on the plane ride out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590420153045810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NxKTouEzI/AAAAAAAAEsw/VLKDdbpgzA8/s320/P1000927.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NqFjouEdI/AAAAAAAAEoY/hWr12no91_M/s1600-h/P1000963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157582641967272402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NqFjouEdI/AAAAAAAAEoY/hWr12no91_M/s320/P1000963.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there, mommy and I went to Atlanta for three weeks and daddy went home for a week and then came back. It was great! I got to meet my Great Grandmother because she came to Atlanta to meet me and my cousin Libby for the first time. She was there two weeks and we had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I also got to meet a lot of mommy and daddy's friends for the first time. They were all really cool! I even got to meet my boyfriend Trey! I like them a little bit younger and he is 10 days younger than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157584334184387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NroDouEfI/AAAAAAAAEpU/b_jQiMZKc3g/s320/P1000932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanksgiving was so much fun but the best was the day after. Mommy has a tradition of shopping with her mom and sisters on "Black Friday" and she didn't want to break it. So...I stayed home with daddy! They left around 4:45 AM and didn't come home until 11:00 PM!!!! I had so much fun with daddy and he took GREAT care of me. Let's be honest though...I was pretty easy on him! Besides, Great Grandma was there to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NsQjouEgI/AAAAAAAAEpc/A8ZvNPU8mgI/s1600-h/P1000940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585029969089026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NsQjouEgI/AAAAAAAAEpc/A8ZvNPU8mgI/s320/P1000940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My second favorite part of the trip was meeting Santa Claus! I went to Phipps Plaza to meet the REAL Santa Claus. There was a little bit of an issue. While we were in line waiting, daddy was holding me and I started to get a tummy ache. It hurt pretty bad...but I didn't complain. We were next in line and I was all set to sit on his lap and tell him what I wanted. But I couldn't handle my tummy ache anymore. So...I let it all out...if you know what I mean. There was poop everywhere! It was all over daddy's shirt and dripping onto the floor! Luckily though...I didn't get any on my dress. So there we were...at Phipps Plaza...next in line to see Santa with poop everywhere! The people in line were super nice and helped mommy and daddy get it all cleaned up. By the time Santa was ready for me...I was all cleaned up. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our Thanksgiving trip, we headed back to Houston...the experience on the plane ride back was not quite as good.  I got another one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tummy&lt;/span&gt; aches and i just couldn't hold it.  It was EVERYWHERE!  Much worse than in line for Santa.  So there we were...mommy, daddy and me all in the tiny bathroom on the airplane trying to get me out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; clothes without actually touching anything in the bathroom.  I SCREAMED!  I was naked, hanging in the air, with poop everywhere...not fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we got home to Houston...but only for two weeks! We were back in Georgia for Christmas for another two weeks. The only thing bad about this trip was that we didn't really get to see any of mommy and daddy's friends. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NtszouEwI/AAAAAAAAErc/Tyyj7vVDD_I/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157586614812021506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NtszouEwI/AAAAAAAAErc/Tyyj7vVDD_I/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were sad about that but there was so much family stuff going on that the trip was over before they knew it! This trip I got to meet Sasha. She is 15 year old girl that my Aunt Lynn and Uncle Rod brought over from Latvia for Christmas. She lives in an orphanage over there. She was really sweet and she is like a member of the family now. We miss her a lot now that she is back in Latvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NumDouExI/AAAAAAAAErs/SObArmMBEX0/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587598359532306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NumDouExI/AAAAAAAAErs/SObArmMBEX0/s320/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, Christmas is GREAT! There are so many pretty, shiny things to look at and play with and you get presents LOTS AND LOTS of presents! I finally have some toys...just in time because I am starting to enjoy playing with toys.&lt;br /&gt;One toy I got is this seat that hangs from the door. I am not sure what to make of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157588143820378914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NvFzouEyI/AAAAAAAAEsI/DGXs3JU-HSo/s320/P1010113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, tomorrow I have my four month checkup with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Irani&lt;/span&gt;. I hear I have to get some shots which I am not happy about. I also hear I am going to start eating cereal soon so that should be interesting. I guess there are some good photos to come! In the meantime, here is the link to the rest of my photos from my Thanksgiving and Christmas trips and a few from when we got back! &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/NovemberJanuary20072008"&gt;Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now. I will try to write sooner next time! I hope everyone is doing well and mommy and daddy say hi! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157640061385052994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5OeTzouE0I/AAAAAAAAEs4/bJsBusJZJFE/s320/P1010105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-6259141500027089293?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6259141500027089293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=6259141500027089293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6259141500027089293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6259141500027089293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old!!!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/R5NpnDouEcI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/5YOmsWAFVi8/s72-c/P1010100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-8263482007402097113</id><published>2007-11-06T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:18:44.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RzHlQFzOZGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/uUjRI5nr3EM/s1600-h/P1000924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130133515149403234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RzHlQFzOZGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/uUjRI5nr3EM/s320/P1000924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a rough day yesterday. I went to the doctor and got some shots. There I was...sleeping peacefully...and this nurse just stabbed me with a needle. Really with 4 needles! It hurt! My face turned purple and I screamed louder than mommy knew I could scream! Mommy tried to soothe me but I was ticked. In any case, it went away pretty fast but I have let it be known on and off throughout the day that I was not impressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at the doctor, I also got weighed and measured. I got an A! I am in the 95th percentile...mommy wasn't surprised at all. She calls me chunk a munk and threatens to eat my thighs...(daddy wants my cheeks). In any case, I now weigh 12 pounds and 3 ounces! At my 2 week visit I was 9 pounds...I'm an overachiever. I also measured in at 23 inches. Like I said...I am a big girl now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am 7 weeks old today and back to sleeping through the night. Mommy is very gateful and tells me how good I am all the time! We are getting ready for Thanksgiving and can't wait to see family and friends. We love and miss all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-8263482007402097113?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8263482007402097113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=8263482007402097113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/8263482007402097113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/8263482007402097113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now!!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RzHlQFzOZGI/AAAAAAAAEZM/uUjRI5nr3EM/s72-c/P1000924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-6200626973222542246</id><published>2007-10-29T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:24:41.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first 6 weeks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZIH1zOY7I/AAAAAAAAEVA/8UZ84Tn2adc/s1600-h/P1000894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864525346104242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZIH1zOY7I/AAAAAAAAEVA/8UZ84Tn2adc/s320/P1000894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everybody! I can't believe I will be 6 weeks old this Wednesday...Halloween! Wow...does time go by quickly! I feel like I was just swimming in mom's belly and giving her heartburn yesterday! In any case, sorry I have been out of touch. It was a bumpy first six weeks. As you probably heard, mommy got real sick right after she got home from the hospital. Oh...she is ok now but the first 3 weeks were rough. Luckily, I was born into a great family so everything worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZBOVzOY0I/AAAAAAAAETw/w1Jg9LR48r0/s1600-h/P1000873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126856940433859394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZBOVzOY0I/AAAAAAAAETw/w1Jg9LR48r0/s320/P1000873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, my Grammy came out...that is my mom's mom. She was supposed to be here for five days and ended up staying almost 3 weeks to take care of mommy. Mommy says she saved her...all I know is that grammy let me sleep on her chest every night. That is, until Dr. Irani, my pediatrician, scolded her and said no more. But we still snuck in a few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one week old I would sleep 6-8 hours a night (thanks to grammy's chest) and I could hold my head up already! Dad says I am advanced! Of course, just because I slept that much didn't mean mommy did. She was up every two hours. I would be sleeping soundly and suddenly she would poke me to see if I was still breathing. She just couldn't believe I would sleep that long on my own...come on...it is not rocket science!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZB1lzOY1I/AAAAAAAAET4/URq3WUba0NE/s1600-h/P1000870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126857614743724882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZB1lzOY1I/AAAAAAAAET4/URq3WUba0NE/s320/P1000870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was 1 week old, my other Grammy (my dad's mom) came out with my Aunt Mimi...my dad's sister. Boy was I in heaven! They spoiled me rotten! My Aunt Mimi goo gooed all over me and the two of them would fight over who got to hold me! Grammy would snuggle me and let me sleep on her chest too. Two grammy chests in one house...it was like baby heaven! They got to stay 3 days and I had the best time with them! (All the other pictures with my Aunt Mimi are on her camera...the only one mom and dad had was of her back...but I love this shirt...prrrrrr....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126859921141162866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZD71zOY3I/AAAAAAAAEUI/FtGSgoca-mM/s320/P1000867.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZE3VzOY4I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/9aNOKQTfFRY/s1600-h/P1000875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126860943343379330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZE3VzOY4I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/9aNOKQTfFRY/s320/P1000875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was two weeks old my Aunt Lynn (my mommy's sister) and my cousin Libby came to stay. Boy...my cousin Libby sure has set the bar high in the cuteness department...I have to work hard to keep up but I am up for it! In any case, I don't think she liked me very much. Whenever Aunt Lynn would hold me...or even Grammy...she would get mad. She didn't care if mommy held me but as soon as Aunt Lynn got near she stepped in. I can't say that I blame her. My Aunt Lynn is the best! I would keep her to myself if I didn't think Libby could "take me out". When Aunt Lynn did get to hold me...usually during Libby's nap...once again I was in heaven! She would coo and talk to me in baby talk. I loved it!  The second week Mr. Brian also came to visit.  He just came by for dinner since he was in town for a business meeting but it was great seeing him.  Mr. Brian spoils me rotten and always has a gift for me.  I didn't get any pictures with him but it was nice having somebody else there to dote all over me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZFSlzOY5I/AAAAAAAAEUY/mCw6K4ru2lI/s1600-h/P1000889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126861411494814610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZFSlzOY5I/AAAAAAAAEUY/mCw6K4ru2lI/s320/P1000889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next it was my Grandma Vicki and Grandpa Walt's turn to visit. That was so much fun. I loved my Grandma Vicki! The first night she was there she caressed my forehead until I fell asleep...it was SO nice! It was the day that they arrived that I began smiling...at 4 weeks old...and not just from having gas! That is two weeks ahead of schedule for those keeping track! Anyway, we got out a lot when they were here so that was a lot of fun. Grandpa Walt and I have a lot in common and we spent the weekend doing them together...burping and tooting! I loved being held by him...he's funny just like my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126861948365726626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZFx1zOY6I/AAAAAAAAEUg/X0tYoPJCnRQ/s320/P1000895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Week 5 was a little bit rough. First, mommy got sick again. Then, my doggy...also known as my security system, Brady, passed away. Mommy, and especially daddy, were devastated. We miss her all the time but we are glad that it happened quickly and she didn't suffer long. Luckily, mommy was only sick for 3 days this time and grammy was all too happy to jump on a plane and come out and see me again. She was here for 3 days and it was great! Grammy chest again! We snuggled and played. I showed her how I smile and how I can spit up an entire meal down her shirt even if she has a burp cloth on! Hee...hee...hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyaDC1zOZDI/AAAAAAAAEYM/bIBAjfrK2Fg/s1600-h/P1000914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126929310632797234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyaDC1zOZDI/AAAAAAAAEYM/bIBAjfrK2Fg/s320/P1000914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that things are getting back to normal and we are getting into a routine, mommy and I walk every morning together. Then, I cut her some slack, and stay asleep in my stroller while she grabs a shower. For the rest of the day we either play, run errands or visit with my B.F.F. Paige and Miss Molly. I love my bath, riding in the car, my walks in the stroller and when you talk to me. I don't sleep quite as long during the night anymore but still about 4-5 hours - not bad. This week I seem to be having a growth spurt because I eat all the time!!! So in a couple weeks my pictures may look very different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some links to my picture albums. The first is just some pictures of me over the last few weeks. The second link is pictures with all my visitors. The last link is some pictures from the second half of my hospital stay and going home which I never had the chance to send out. Hope you guys enjoy them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/EmmiWeeks15"&gt;Emmi - Weeks 1-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/FamilyVisitsEmmi"&gt;Emmi with her visitors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/EmmiAtHospitalPart2TripHome"&gt;Part Two of the Hospital Stay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-6200626973222542246?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6200626973222542246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=6200626973222542246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6200626973222542246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6200626973222542246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-6-weeks.html' title='My first 6 weeks!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RyZIH1zOY7I/AAAAAAAAEVA/8UZ84Tn2adc/s72-c/P1000894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-5917864507357229791</id><published>2007-09-20T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:54:14.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RvK2gQdIDVI/AAAAAAAAD10/PBmzWN0WS7U/s1600-h/P1000818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112349192308133202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RvK2gQdIDVI/AAAAAAAAD10/PBmzWN0WS7U/s320/P1000818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that wasn't so bad...at least for me. I don't think my mom would agree with that statement though! For those of you who didn't know, mom was scheduled to be induced on Wednesday at 6:30AM. But I didn't like that plan. So I put her in labor at about 5PM on Tuesday instead. Mom and dad went to the hospital at about 11 PM and were admitted at 2 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things slowed down from there. There is a lot of dramatic stuff I could share but mom prefer I not. So, let's just say, I showed up at 2:45 PM and mom and dad were very grateful!!!! Dr. Moore pulled me "out of my previous home", turned me around, and waved my hand up at my mom and said "hi mom". It's just what I was thinking so I was fine with that. I got to lay on mom's tummy while all these nurses started attacking me with towels and wiping off the french onion dip and tomato sauce that covered my body. From there, they took me to be measured, weighed, and "scored". My first Apgar score was an 8 and the second was 9. Not bad...they say nobody gets a ten and I got the 8 the first time cause I was purple instead of pink. Picky...picky. I measured 8 pounds, 14 ounces and 22 inches long...mom said she could have told them that (I don't get what she meant by that but they all laughed at it). At this point, my dad held me for the first time. I just stared at him trying to determine if this is where I got my cuteness from. After a little bit of time that mom had to spend with Dr. Moore, she got to hold me next. And, suddenly, it was quiet. Everyone left except mom and dad and it was just the three of us. They were both crying so I just laid there and tried to make them feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have taken a hearing test which I passed. Highest grade in the class I might add. I am a great eater - sucking very well. I have gone number 1 and number 2 - something people around here make a big deal out of and like to count - weirdos. I slept through my first night - and so did my Dad. Mom was up most of the night though. Every now and then there would be this blinding light in my eyes while I was trying to sleep. It was mom taking my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the first 24 hours of my life. I will leave you with some pictures of me that I am sure I will be embarrassed of in about 16 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/EmmiCatherineGansser"&gt;Pictures of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-5917864507357229791?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5917864507357229791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=5917864507357229791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/5917864507357229791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/5917864507357229791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-arrived.html' title='I&apos;ve Arrived!!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RvK2gQdIDVI/AAAAAAAAD10/PBmzWN0WS7U/s72-c/P1000818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-2404803308407818123</id><published>2007-09-17T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:21:46.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nursery!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/Ru8y0OIPsCI/AAAAAAAADrQ/cN5xqMvy3mY/s1600-h/P1000743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/Ru8y0OIPsCI/AAAAAAAADrQ/cN5xqMvy3mY/s320/P1000743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to my room! My daddy worked for months on this room and...about 36 hours before I am scheduled to make my appearance...he is finished! I had mom and dad include a "before" picture to show you how much he changed (see the link at the bottom for this picture). He began by putting up the beadboard, 3" baseboards, and crown molding...whatever that is! Then he painted all the wood in the room (all those things I just listed) ivory. Next, he painted the walls pink and the ceiling a lighter shade of pink. He also painted the curtain rod and the letters above my crib. I think he did a great job and is the best dad ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's part was to shop. Notice the chair and ottoman...that took some explaining, well - a lot of explaining, to dad. The furniture wasn't a hard sale. In fact, it was dad that insisted on it. But I have been reminded it will stay with me through college! My crib turns into a toddler bed and then a double bed. There is also a matching nightstand and dresser. My mom is in love with the artwork she found. I have been reminded that I have nicer artwork than her and dad do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain was from my friends Maddy, Mackenzie and Drew Mazer. Really, their grandma handmade it for their room but it worked so perfectly in mine it looks like it was made for it! Vicki (that's their grandma) is the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you click the link below, you will be able to see my room from many angles. I would like to point out that my daddy even painted my closet. In fact, the closet rods are black to match my furniture...for some reason he was really excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like my new room! I can't wait to come home to it! Daddy and Mommy say if I am not here by Wednesday, September 19th (my Uncle Greg's birthday) they are coming in after me! So, sounds like I will be meeting you guys (at least over the Internet) soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kikiganz/EmmiSRoom"&gt;Click here for more pictures of my room!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-2404803308407818123?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2404803308407818123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=2404803308407818123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/2404803308407818123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/2404803308407818123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-nursery.html' title='My Nursery!!!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/Ru8y0OIPsCI/AAAAAAAADrQ/cN5xqMvy3mY/s72-c/P1000743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-6902220544623130287</id><published>2007-08-28T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:42:58.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Security System</title><content type='html'>This is Brady...my security system. Dad calls her the attack Pit Brady. She is practicing standing guard outside my room (which mom won't let her in). This is a warning...don't try my security system...she's a killer!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RtSzAqYmiMI/AAAAAAAADKg/-vV4gbHcxys/s1600-h/P1000718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RtSzAqYmiMI/AAAAAAAADKg/-vV4gbHcxys/s320/P1000718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-6902220544623130287?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6902220544623130287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=6902220544623130287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6902220544623130287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6902220544623130287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2007/08/security-system.html' title='Security System'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RtSzAqYmiMI/AAAAAAAADKg/-vV4gbHcxys/s72-c/P1000718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215759810973699919.post-6518169899069947412</id><published>2007-08-28T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:43:46.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>This is my dad and mom when they were in Swaziland, Africa last year. My dad is really funny and my mom is really loud. They make a great couple. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RtSxp6YmiLI/AAAAAAAADKY/gTnM4byZRG4/s1600-h/Edited+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RtSxp6YmiLI/AAAAAAAADKY/gTnM4byZRG4/s320/Edited+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215759810973699919-6518169899069947412?l=emmigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6518169899069947412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215759810973699919&amp;postID=6518169899069947412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6518169899069947412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215759810973699919/posts/default/6518169899069947412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmigans.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-my-dad-and-mom-when-they-were.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219343414036411523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0UpVgwX29s/RtSxp6YmiLI/AAAAAAAADKY/gTnM4byZRG4/s72-c/Edited+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
