<?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-7797512688862786952</id><updated>2012-01-08T21:13:54.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacey &amp; Bubba</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4620729493785285779</id><published>2011-01-28T09:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:48:32.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuttle</title><content type='html'>Do you remember where you were 25 years ago today? I was in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sewell's&lt;/span&gt; class. I loved Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sewell&lt;/span&gt;. Fond memories of her and my class are still vibrant in my mind, even 25 years later. That was the first year I was involved in the Gifted and Talented Program. We had spent the first part of the year studying the space program. Christa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McAuliffe&lt;/span&gt; was to be the first teacher to go into space. We learned about the Challenger and the experiments that Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McAuliffe&lt;/span&gt; was going to do while in space. I was so excited to watch the launch at school that morning. We had been talking about it for at least 6 months and I was thrilled. We had moved our desks to the back of the class that day. We only had one TV for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade, so we all had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smush&lt;/span&gt; into one class. The teachers turned out the lights and we huddled on the floor to watch the shuttle take off. I remember watching the explosion and then looking around at the teachers wondering what happened. No one said a word, us kids just kept looking at each other and then back at our teachers. Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sewell&lt;/span&gt; and the other teachers started to cry softly and hug each other. Even with the tears and hugs, we still didn't understand. Finally, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sewell&lt;/span&gt; came to the front of the class and turned off the TV. She told us that something had gone wrong with the launch and that there had been an accident.&lt;br /&gt;That night, my mom came home and we watched the reports on TV. They just kept showing the explosion, over and over. Even now, it brings me to tears. This was the first event in my life that connected millions of people together. The first event that I can say, I know where I was. I even remember what I was wearing that day…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4620729493785285779?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4620729493785285779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4620729493785285779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4620729493785285779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4620729493785285779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2011/01/shuttle.html' title='Shuttle'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3775895304297705842</id><published>2010-12-03T08:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:49:01.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House...sold!</title><content type='html'>What a crazy couple of weeks this has been!!! We decided to move the day before Thanksgiving. It was not the best idea, but it was the only day that worked for everybody’s schedule. I reserved the truck (a big 26 footer), hired a couple of guys to come over and load the truck (with help from Carlos and our friend Sam), and I rented a storage unit. Everything was going well. We found a new school for Cristian and I was excited to move and have a few extra days to get the house in order before closing. Then, the day before the big move, my realtor called. We would be closing the next day…on moving day! I was pretty ticked at the situation, but there was really nothing I could do. I called in mom for help. I was not going to leave 4 dudes unsupervised while I went to sign the papers. Mom agreed to help (Thank You God). It was a tough day that ended around 10pm. We moved everything…to three separate locations…in one day! It was exhausting for all. We even flowed a little moving into Thanksgiving morning. It worked out and we returned the truck on time, and still had a wonderful Thanksgiving meal with Carlos’ family at my brother- &amp;amp; sister-in-law’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rounded out the holiday weekend with a little shopping on Black Friday and a mini-trip to Palestine (TX) on Saturday. We went to Palestine to ride the Polar Express with a bunch of ladies and little ladies in my family. Cristian was, of course, the only boy. We had so much fun! All the cousins thought the tickets were a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt;, but once the ride was over we knew they were worth every penny! We made plans to make the trip every other year. We had such a blast…spending time together and watching the kids faces during the train ride. It was amazing! A perfect end to a less that perfect week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian went to his old school for the last time this past Tuesday. The kids made him a big card and his teacher gave him a little gift. We love that school. He attended for the last two years and he loved it. The staff is wonderful and Cristian made such good friends…several of which he has known for the entire two years (since they were 6 months old or younger!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started his new school on Wednesday. It is a Christian school that has preschool and K through 12 grades. We are excited that he will have bible education added into his curriculum. His teacher is great and he seems to like it already. After his first day he told me “I making new friends!” When asked if his new friends were boys or girls, he said “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gurls&lt;/span&gt;, Petty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gurls&lt;/span&gt;.” Guess we better keep a close eye on that kid, he is starting early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to get into a groove with this new normal of ours. Carlos is at his moms and I am at mine. Cristian still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t understand that we can not go “home”. He keeps asking to go home and it breaks my heart every time. I keep explaining that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; needs company so we are going to stay with her for awhile. I am feeling like the worst mom ever for confusing him and making all these changes in his life at once. He is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; though, resilient little man. He smiles most of time, just like he always has. He is (finally) sleeping in his own bed! Not sure how that happened, but he just decided when we moved and he has done it ever since. I am getting much better sleep now that I don’t have two little feet in my back all night! It is a win-win on that front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sort of looking forward to the holidays…which kick off with a Train Ride this weekend in SA and Cristian’s school Christmas program next week. We still have a few boxes that need unpacking and some organizing that needs to be done at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;’s I plan to work on that this Saturday before we head in town for the train ride. I am hoping we get the tree up and decorated on Sunday, so we can enjoy it for a few weeks. Not sure what other plans we have for the holidays, but they will include ham, mashed potatoes, corn casserole, and a chocolate pie from the bakery in Kyle. Yummy! We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really have leftovers from Thanksgiving, so I am going to make extra at Christmas. I love second day ham sandwiches and chocolate pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3775895304297705842?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3775895304297705842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3775895304297705842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3775895304297705842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3775895304297705842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/12/housesold.html' title='House...sold!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6374135885538416602</id><published>2010-11-09T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:44:57.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Happenings etc.</title><content type='html'>Well, well, I never thought I would see the day…that our house would sell! After all the paperwork and pain…it looks like we are finally on the verge of closing! I should hear from my realtor in the next few days with a closing date. I knew this would happen right around the holidays! I just know I am going to end up hauling a box or unpacking a box over my vacation. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better news, Cristian is feeling mush better. Did you know that they make Claritan for 2 year olds? They do! My little ball of allergies will be taking them as needed from now on. So glad we found something to help with his allergies. Now, we need to get him back with the humidifier at night. We had another bloody nose last night. Not strep this time, just really dry air. If it is not one thing, it is another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody heard about “Little Buddy” Wade Phillips getting fired yesterday? Carlos calls him “Little Buddy.” I actually pulled over driving home yesterday when I heard the news. Carlos was at work, but I just had to text him. He called me right back. It was the news of the day at our house. Hopefully Dallas can scrape together some dignity and finish out the year on a high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos and I caught Cristian saying the F-word in the car the other day. Well, I mean, it sounded like the F-word…over and over and over. We are both pretty sure he was saying something else, but the jury is still out. I can be a sailor, but I have really tight-lipped it since having Cristian. If he did pick up a bad word from me, it would not have been that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some deep, thought provoking, rhetorical questions that are on my mind today...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked at a company where your fellow employees were jockeying to get on the layoff list? Even during a recession? How bad must it be at such a place? Did you ever work for a bully boss? How about a boss that said, in a meeting about self appraisals, “If you don’t like working here, you can leave.”????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6374135885538416602?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6374135885538416602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6374135885538416602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6374135885538416602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6374135885538416602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/11/house-happenings-etc.html' title='House Happenings etc.'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8572976313797535201</id><published>2010-11-04T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:39:43.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures</title><content type='html'>Most of the time I don’t post because I have no pictures loaded and I just feel so bad posting just my words. I have realized recently that I am totally missing out on the purpose of this blog. The reason I started it. To document my life as it is, pictures NOT required. I know and you know that pictures are great and add a little something extra special to a post. I mean, who could resist my cutie pie Cristian? However, my camera loads super slow and after all the time it takes to get them on my computer, the energy of the post is sucked out. For now, I am going to commit to posting several times a week, but there may not be pictures for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don’t know, we are in process of selling our house. The selling process has been a total bear. We have a buyer and are working toward a closing…hopefully before the holidays are upon us. The bank is just being a pain in the butt. We are having to submit paperwork over and over. I know it will work out and I am so thankful to have an experienced realtor with the patience of a Saint. He is not getting paid enough for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian is almost 2 ½ and he is so busy. We are at the beginnings of the conversation stage. It is really cool to be able to talk with him and get full sentences back. His take on the world is so interesting. This age is so fun. One minute he is making me ‘tea’ with his tea set and the next minute he is ramming wooden people with Thomas the train. I love that he has no idea what gender roles are and that he just loves to play. I was wrapping the tea set for a gift some weeks back and he inquired about it. I explained what it was and how you use it. He made me ‘tea’ immediately and was so thrilled with the make believe that I never did finish wrapping it. He got the tea set and we wrapped something else for the birthday girl. He loves to make you smile and is a big helper around the house. He can sing the cleanup song while gathering his toys and he likes to dust with wet ones. Some of his favorite sayings are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“o-k.” (he says this to pretty much every question)&lt;br /&gt;“Here come the bridge…duck!” (when we are on the highway)&lt;br /&gt;“You play trains wit me?”&lt;br /&gt;“I need a new one.” (when his wet one is dirty and he needs a new one to keep cleaning)&lt;br /&gt;“I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooove&lt;/span&gt; ______!” (you can pretty much fill in anything here: cake, trains, Dino Dan, juice, chips, trucks)&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too, Mommy.) (my person favorite, in response to: I love you Cristian)&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carlosssss&lt;/span&gt;!!!” (after I call Carlos, he calls Carlos…we correct him, but only after giggling…it is pretty funny)&lt;br /&gt;“I go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;’s house?” (pretty much every weekend we hear this question at least a few times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more, I will try to highlight a couple with each post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is nuts for me right now. We are in our busy season and I am working extra hours trying to keep up with the demands. I am more tired that I think I have ever been. I will be happy when the holidays come, as I need some time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos started a new job this past month. He is really enjoying it and is excited about some of the great opportunities they have there. The hours are a little wonky right now, but we are hopeful they will pan out in a few months.&lt;br /&gt; Well, that is it for now. Have a great Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8572976313797535201?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8572976313797535201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8572976313797535201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8572976313797535201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8572976313797535201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-pictures.html' title='No Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6644640516300165175</id><published>2010-07-30T08:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:37:32.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sale!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Target marked all their clearance toys to 75% off yesterday. I went to the location by my office over lunch and found a few deals. Then, I did a Target Crawl on my way home, stopping by 3 more locations between my office and the house. It was amazing! I got tons of toys for a very little price. I am set for Christmas and birthdays for the next year. So much fun! The sale is still going, but the toys are disappearing fast, so you better hop to it! If you miss the goods this time, no worries. Target has another 75% off sale right after Christmas around the first week of January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6644640516300165175?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6644640516300165175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6644640516300165175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6644640516300165175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6644640516300165175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-sale.html' title='Big Sale!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5263973199502567267</id><published>2010-07-24T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:50:40.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have been so busy this summer. My nieces were here for two weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt; mom at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; Camp. Cristian and I spent several days with them swimming and playing. We put our house on the market and now spend our evenings packing boxes and keeping the house clean. Such a pain! Ha! But, I can't wait to move. It will be a nice change of scenery. We spent last weekend swimming at Kristen's pool. It was so awesome, the weather was great and we swam for several hours. Work has been super busy, lots of deadlines. Cristian is getting big. He has started potty training at school and we are working on it at home, too. Still in diapers for now...but we are hoping that by Christmas we will be in big boy underwear...at least during the day. He says some of the funniest things like Nope, Yep, and Stacey! Yes, he calls me Stacey all the time. It cracks me up and then he corrects himself and says Mommy. Carlos uses my first name most of the time so I guess he picked it up. His teacher, Mrs. Connie, is his favorite person besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;. Carlos and I have been enjoying our favorite summer shows...Whale Wars and Big Brother...and having fun packing. Ha! Our AC started gushing H2O the other night. We had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HVAC&lt;/span&gt; guys over and they "fixed" it until 30 minutes after they left and water was gushing again. So, we spent the night with no AC. That was fun especially at 2am when Cristian woke up and screamed for an hour. The next morning the company sent a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;technician&lt;/span&gt; who was wonderful. He fixed our very minor AC issue and got us back on track. Dodge a bullet on that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All and all things are moving along. The heat is horrible, but not too bad if you stay inside with a cold beverage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5263973199502567267?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5263973199502567267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5263973199502567267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5263973199502567267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5263973199502567267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-888066926334070536</id><published>2010-07-02T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:00:45.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do anything you can do better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TC4EwJkmzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/C4tjuSXULCA/s1600/100_2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489330221060901938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TC4EwJkmzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/C4tjuSXULCA/s320/100_2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;…and with my tongue out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-888066926334070536?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/888066926334070536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=888066926334070536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/888066926334070536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/888066926334070536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-do-anything-you-can-do-better.html' title='I can do anything you can do better...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TC4EwJkmzDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/C4tjuSXULCA/s72-c/100_2427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-932180868102429039</id><published>2010-06-30T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:28:14.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Girls, Two Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My brother has girls and I have boys. That’s just the way we roll. I am so excited that the girls, Belle and Izzy, are coming to Grammies this week. We are headed to Grammies on Friday night to enjoy a long weekend of cousin fun! Check out these cousin shots from the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eating after Sea World – Summer ‘09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPTmHpBQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wgb8INczcqA/s1600/100_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488638137693963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPTmHpBQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wgb8INczcqA/s320/100_2314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Playing after Sea World – Summer ‘09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPTOHf3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pE8vVXLLPmM/s1600/100_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488638131250912658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPTOHf3ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pE8vVXLLPmM/s320/100_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Eating Breakfast – Spring Break ‘10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPSYATA0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Zd7E_s5NPfA/s1600/100_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488638116725195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPSYATA0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Zd7E_s5NPfA/s320/100_2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Playing – Spring Break ‘10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPR_p3zKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lAQQYid0l1c/s1600/100_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488638110188686498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPR_p3zKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lAQQYid0l1c/s320/100_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Cousins are Out-of-This-World! - Children's Museum, Spring Break '10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPRdYaJcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ADp0Vv258S0/s1600/100_2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488638100988634562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPRdYaJcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ADp0Vv258S0/s320/100_2505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know what you’re thinking…we do a lot of eating and playing! Hey, it’s the only time they are still long enough to get ‘em all in one shot!&lt;/span&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/7797512688862786952-932180868102429039?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/932180868102429039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=932180868102429039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/932180868102429039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/932180868102429039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-girls-two-boys.html' title='Two Girls, Two Boys'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/TCuPTmHpBQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wgb8INczcqA/s72-c/100_2314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-969349765739925700</id><published>2010-06-11T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:28:57.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And She's Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mom left on her trip this morning. Cristian rode with me to drop her and Diana off at the airport. 7 days on a Mediterranean cruise and 7 days in Spain...a relaxing 2 weeks. No kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; to follow. Just the two of them paling around. My only concern is the balcony on the boat. All the horror stories you hear about cruise ships always involve a balcony and someone going over it, right into the ocean...or in this case, the sea. I have been obsessing about that stupid balcony ever since she booked her trip and told me she got a room that had one. Yes, it sounds nice and maybe I should not be worried...but it is what I do, I can't help it. I felt a little better when my brother shared the same concern. See, I'm not the only one. Ha! So, for my mom and for my sanity could you say a little prayer for her and Diana. I just want God to watch over them and keep them safe. They are both seasoned travelers, but having the big guy on your side can't hurt! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-969349765739925700?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/969349765739925700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=969349765739925700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/969349765739925700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/969349765739925700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-shes-off.html' title='And She&apos;s Off!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7633907964987523098</id><published>2010-02-19T07:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:29:15.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philip's Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't blogged in awhile, but today I felt very moved to do so. Kelly's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Korner&lt;/span&gt; is a great blog written by an amazing woman. I have not participated in her 'Show us your life.' Friday's before, but today is different. Today, she is hosting a 'Show us your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; blog or website.' When we received Philip's diagnosis, I broke down...then I googled. I was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for hours that night, well into the early morning. I needed to research and I needed to find others; other parents who could help me understand. For me, education and learning is the key to take away my fear. The best place for me became the living with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trisomy&lt;/span&gt; 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingwithtrisomy13.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I found support, love and understanding. I am still in contact with several of the moms I met through that site and keep up with the online support group. I have been contacted by several moms in my area who were going through early diagnosis and I felt really blessed to be that person for them. That 'other' that I had yearned for in the beginning. My blog is a bit neglected lately, but I hope if you have found your way here you will click on the link to the right 'Philip's Story' and take a few minutes to read about our amazing first born and the impact he made on our family. I miss him everyday, but he gave me so much. He made me the one thing I always dreamed of being, a mom. After you read Philip's story, please feel free to talk a look around the Living site. There are pages and pages of beautiful miracles, some living on Earth and some in Heaven. Thank you for stopping by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7633907964987523098?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7633907964987523098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7633907964987523098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7633907964987523098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7633907964987523098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/02/philips-legacy.html' title='Philip&apos;s Legacy'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1528946517800618796</id><published>2010-01-19T07:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:29:37.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanted to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;updates&lt;/span&gt; from the holidays this weekend, but our computer is sick with a virus. We should have it fixed by tomorrow and I can gear back up to start posting regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, please keep the people of Haiti in your hearts and prayers. I have been avoiding the news because I just can't handle the images and the thought of what they are going through; it breaks my heart to think about it...it is just too much to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesusneedsnewpr.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-dream-from-uganda.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew Paul Turner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wrote a great post over the weekend about Martin Luther King. I really liked it and even heard it being endorsed on the radio yesterday (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KLove&lt;/span&gt;). Small world! Matthew is in Uganda and has been posting about his trip. Amazing stories and pictures...you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; check them out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesusneedsnewpr.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1528946517800618796?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1528946517800618796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1528946517800618796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1528946517800618796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1528946517800618796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8578195352096888875</id><published>2010-01-14T08:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:30:11.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Because our newest baby is burnt orange and white, we decide on a UT themed name. We wanted something short and sweet and easy for Cristian to say. The winner is: MACK&lt;br /&gt;Mandy and Paul stopped by last night to meet Mack and he fell in love with Paul. I wonder if Mack's former family were country folk. Paul had just come from the barns where he was tending to his pig, Ms. P.I.G. Mack seemed to take to Paul's scent right away. Country dog in the City...this should be an adventure for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have added another member to our family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/S08nhdo6H1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7USz6XfrFus/s1600-h/BigDog1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599531850112850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/S08nhdo6H1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7USz6XfrFus/s320/BigDog1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And...it's a BOY! 28 inches tall and 60 pounds! Isn't he the cutest? This picture was taken at his former home...he doesn't sit on the furniture at our house. We picked him up yesterday and I am in love! He is a very good boy and has been trained really well. He was a rescue so we don't know a whole lot about his former life. Our friends who rescued him had taken him to the vet. He was a bit lean (you can't tell in this pic), but otherwise in good health. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heart worms&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parvo&lt;/span&gt;. He had been in a dogfight while wondering the streets so he had to take some antibiotics. He looks great now (still a little lean). He is around 2 years old and we think he is a pointer, boxer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; bulldog mix of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have never been a dog owner, so I really hesitated to get one. Carlos has been asking for years. When I saw this guy's sweet face I could not resist. Our friends who rescued him had him for a couple of weeks and were able to give an excellent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt;. That made my decision much easier! We are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt; with Cristian, not leaving them alone together for awhile. So far so good...last night was great. It is rainy and cold, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Big Dog&lt;/span&gt; slept in the garage. He did great and went to the restroom right on cue when Carlos walked him this morning. We don't have a name for him yet...I am pulling for 'Hank' and Carlos wants 'Bud.' If you have a suggestion leave me a comment...we would love to know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8578195352096888875?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8578195352096888875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8578195352096888875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8578195352096888875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8578195352096888875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-boy.html' title='Another Boy!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/S08nhdo6H1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7USz6XfrFus/s72-c/BigDog1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-862081803113319562</id><published>2010-01-12T23:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:30:26.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you can see my blog is undergoing some changes. It is a new year and my devotion to this blog has been renewed! I am excited to start, but a fresh slate was needed...some new paint on the walls. I am just using some freebies for now, but am hopeful that I will one day figure out how to customize the header. I am unwilling to spend money, so time and patience will be needed. No rush, I am happy with this new look and will just add a few choice poses to the side bar! New posts to come this week...from October pumpkins, Thanksgiving turkeys and Christmas presents, I've got tons to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-862081803113319562?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/862081803113319562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=862081803113319562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/862081803113319562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/862081803113319562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2010/01/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5489636003537632118</id><published>2009-10-15T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:38:28.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy and Infant Loss Rememberance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Remembrance&lt;/span&gt; Day and like every day, we remember our Philip. It just feels more official today. So, as you walked through your day, can you please take a few minutes to remember any and all little ones that have gone to be with Jesus? Pray for their families as they continue on in their lives with a little piece of their heart missing forever. I will be stopping by Philip's place this afternoon to have a quick chat...just a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; with my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been horrible at posting lately, just feeling very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; with life...so many things to do to keep up with the daily stuff and so many things I want to accomplish on top of the chores. I had a birthday this past Sunday. Carlos threw me a little surprise party with friends on Saturday night at our local hang out. It was so much fun. Then, on Sunday, I had a panic attack for breakfast. Not sure if it was the 'turning a year older' or the Hanna Montana movie my son and niece were watching that did the trick, but I was in a full blown panic. Tears, hyperventilation, it was all there and I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. My mom helped talk me down. Poor Cristian and Dru just sat there looking at me...their eyes said "Hey crazy lady, snap out it!" Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. So, when I say it has been crazy 'round here, I ain't lying. ha ha ha. I hope everyone is doing well, I will try, very hard, to post new pictures of the little guy this weekend. He is walking and talking up a storm, just keeping us on our toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5489636003537632118?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5489636003537632118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5489636003537632118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5489636003537632118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5489636003537632118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/10/pregnancy-and-infant-loss-rememberance.html' title='Pregnancy and Infant Loss Rememberance Day'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1612220756859237622</id><published>2009-09-21T22:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:38:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldie but Goodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't loaded new pictures...because I am lazy and it takes too long, so here is an oldie but goodie. Oh, and the cute PJs...bamboo! Can you believe it? They are the softest, silkiest things. Oh how I wish I could just wear bamboo all day, everyday. Eco friendly and comfortable. Who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SrhBsorRnsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vDbhHMHsdsk/s1600-h/100_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384125589610405570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SrhBsorRnsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vDbhHMHsdsk/s320/100_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; On a side note, I went to a funeral today. My moms best friend lost her husband last week after a long illness. I haven't been to a funeral since Philip's. It was harder than I expected but I held it together until right at the end. As the mass ended, my moms friend walked done the aisle next to the casket with her hand placed right on top. It was just so beautiful and so incredibly sad. It really touched my heart, her strength and incredible faith was inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1612220756859237622?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1612220756859237622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1612220756859237622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1612220756859237622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1612220756859237622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/09/oldie-but-goodie.html' title='Oldie but Goodie'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SrhBsorRnsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vDbhHMHsdsk/s72-c/100_1126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6753590137985071822</id><published>2009-08-13T13:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:39:07.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I keep up with a couple of blogs...as you can see in the list on the left. One of those blogs is Jesus Needs New PR. NavPress is giving away 200 copies of the new book &lt;em&gt;What you Didn't Learn From Your Parents About Sex &lt;/em&gt;by Matthew Paul Turner. If you want one, go here and follow the instructions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesusneedsnewpr.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://jesusneedsnewpr.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is a great writer, funny and sarcastic. He is a Christian and writes from a Christian point of view. I can't wait to get and read this book. I hope you get your copy before they are all gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6753590137985071822?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6753590137985071822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6753590137985071822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6753590137985071822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6753590137985071822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-book.html' title='Free Book!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4206742878330770382</id><published>2009-07-21T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:39:19.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Cristian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We entered Cristian in a beautiful baby contest. Please vote for him. You can vote everyday from now until next Thursday (the 30th). The prize is a scholarship, so this is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mix961.com/cc-common/radiobase/rateapic.html?id=22632"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.mix961.com/cc-common/radiobase/rateapic.html?id=22632&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link. Cristian's picture is on page 13, just click the 'Next' arrow at bottom until you get to page 13. Then click on Cristian's picture (top row, 2nd from the left, in the rocking chair). His picture should pop up, you can vote from this screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can vote once a day, everyday, until the end. Please take a few minutes every morning and help us win Cristian a college education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4206742878330770382?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4206742878330770382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4206742878330770382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4206742878330770382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4206742878330770382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/07/vote-for-cristian.html' title='Vote for Cristian!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-756191494007757152</id><published>2009-07-13T21:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:40:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Stuff, New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I have finally got around to finishing my 'week of posts'. You know, from two weeks ago...the posts that were supposed to catch everyone up on our last month or so of action. Yeah, yeah, I'm late. So what's new? I never used to be so behind...I guess that is the mark of a mom. Cristian comes 1st and after that I just nap. Ha! This post is mainly pictures, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left off with Cristian's birthday party. The day after his party we went to Dad and Trish's house. Cristian took his first boat ride in his suit/life jacket combo. Is that not the cutest thing you have ever seen???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvstGRiWsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8wmzB5YGPTc/s1600-h/100_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358136441209772738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvstGRiWsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8wmzB5YGPTc/s320/100_1090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; After or before...I can't remember...but at some time that same day, Cristian was once again napping with Grampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsZTvYq0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/nLwaJcHIv6I/s1600-h/100_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358136101227244354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsZTvYq0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/nLwaJcHIv6I/s320/100_1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Later that week, on Cristian's real birthday, we took him to Sea World...it was real serious, can't you tell? Gotta love the eyebrow lift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsZJIrUcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IpGVfrmRBA8/s1600-h/100_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358136098380534210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsZJIrUcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IpGVfrmRBA8/s320/100_1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His first time on a ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsY5G2dNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NvWc_bLjFVw/s1600-h/100_1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358136094077908178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsY5G2dNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NvWc_bLjFVw/s320/100_1094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Neither of my boys had ever seen Shamu, so they got to experience that one together. It was the night show (lots of loud rock music) so we were worried Cristian would cry...he is a classical music guy...but I guess the whale did his job...not one tear, he was mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsYtAfTGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/fP-xNSpj90k/s1600-h/100_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358136090829999202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsYtAfTGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/fP-xNSpj90k/s320/100_1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next week we took the girls home just in time for Annabelle's big birthday bash. Cristian got in a pool for the first time...of course I had to squeeze in with him. Here we are playing catch, with a little help from Grammie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsYDjwAuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ssc5xbGD8Dw/s1600-h/100_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358136079703605986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvsYDjwAuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ssc5xbGD8Dw/s320/100_1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, that's it for this one. I will try to get another one in later this week...but don't hold your breath!&lt;/span&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/7797512688862786952-756191494007757152?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/756191494007757152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=756191494007757152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/756191494007757152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/756191494007757152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-stuff-new-pictures.html' title='Old Stuff, New Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SlvstGRiWsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8wmzB5YGPTc/s72-c/100_1090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-929420571337036695</id><published>2009-07-01T22:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:41:19.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had Cristian's 1st Birthday Party on Saturday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at Carlos' mom's house. We served hot dogs and hamburgers and (of course) cake and ice cream. Cristian invited plenty of ladies to his party...as you can see...boy does he like the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwuzOCWDZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/L7h4jKZOv9o/s1600-h/100_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353705514512813458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwuzOCWDZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/L7h4jKZOv9o/s320/100_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Even little Ava (aka mini Mike) came. Isn't she just adorable? All that hair to style and bow...my dream come true! I am so jealous, Monica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwuoKqdTII/AAAAAAAAAWw/rv2tTC3mklY/s1600-h/100_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353705324628757634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwuoKqdTII/AAAAAAAAAWw/rv2tTC3mklY/s320/100_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The classic Costco cake...and yes, it tasted as good as it looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwungeTlnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cHO8eVwL0yU/s1600-h/100_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353705313303500402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwungeTlnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cHO8eVwL0yU/s320/100_1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, at least &lt;em&gt;I thought it tasted good&lt;/em&gt;. Cristian doesn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of sweets so he wasn't too keen on the cake. I think it may have been too sweet...probably should have given him some fruit instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwunckqsTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/M2Li7OaTn7I/s1600-h/100_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353705312256438578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwunckqsTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/M2Li7OaTn7I/s320/100_1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grandpa's are the perfect nap place after cake and presents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Cristian decided &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to take his morning nap, so he was out shortly after the cake. My mom put him to sleep with her magic shoulder and my dad gave him a place to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Skwum4y7FeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LA-b7kgQ5qY/s1600-h/100_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353705302652556770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Skwum4y7FeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LA-b7kgQ5qY/s320/100_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Of course, once we got home Cristian had to watch one of his new Baby Einstein videos. Thank you Aunt Kristen! He loves those videos and so do I...30 minutes of quiet time, a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwumfXHblI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VkOE2384vy8/s1600-h/100_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353705295825038930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwumfXHblI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VkOE2384vy8/s320/100_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many, many thanks to Carlos' mom Estella for giving us a great space for the party...we had somewhere between 30 and 40 guests! Our house just isn't big enough to host such a large group. I have had several friends and family call since and say what a great time they had and what a great house Estella has. Everything really worked out well. Thank you Abuelita! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, I have one complaint...but not so much about anything that happened...it was what didn't happen. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; didn't get to really enjoy the party. It was so much work that I didn't have any time to sit and visit with our guests. I even had to get Kristen to take pictures when I realized 1/2 way through that I had not taken any! A 1st birthday was absolutely necessary...but...I am defineatly going to give the 2nd birthday some serious thought. By 2 we could just do cupcakes at daycare and call it a day. Food for thought (literally).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-929420571337036695?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/929420571337036695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=929420571337036695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/929420571337036695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/929420571337036695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkwuzOCWDZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/L7h4jKZOv9o/s72-c/100_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8719558031293447778</id><published>2009-07-01T08:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:41:41.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, an actual NEW post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I am VERY behind here, but I have been in a funk lately and just haven't really wanted to post. I did upload pics a few weeks ago but still never posted. So I have taken some time to prep several posts for this week. I tried to start last night, but Cristian was not having it. I think he is teething because he just wasn't himself, crying and crying and super clingy. Hopefully by Friday we should be all caught up with the past month's activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start with a Hailey update. Hailey was born on Friday, June 12th. She spent 42 minutes with her parents before she went to heaven. You can read more about Hailey's story and her families continuing journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haileyshope.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I just saw Rachelle's blog today and the pictures of Hailey's little head of curly hair, so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, this past month has been hard for me. With grief, the emotions come and go. I have found, in addition to talking with other parents who have walked our road, the loss of a child is especially unpredictable. I remember the day that my PawPaw passed and my Granny. They were the first people that I lost that were really close to my heart. I did grieve for them, but it was different. I still miss them both to this day, but I do not burst into uncontrollable sobs when I think of them, I usually just smile. My time with them was mostly spent as a child and was filled with laughter and fun. In true grandparent fashion, they were always spoiling us and doting on our every little accomplishment. With Philip, I spent his entire life from beginning to end wondering how long I would have with him…if that day was the last day. It was very stressfull trying to cherish every day and not be stressed. Have you ever noticed how much more stressed you get when you are trying NOT to stress?? I'm getting off subject. I guess the work-up to Cristian's 1st birthday was harder on me than I thought it would be. I expected party planning to be stressful, but I did not think about the loss of Philip to factor in. I was so unprepared. Oh, I've gone on longer than I meant to...anyway, it has been a hard few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from our 2nd annual camping trip with the Leos family. This year we traded the camper for a cabin and Guadelupe State Park for Garner State Park. I was bad mom and didn't take very many pictures…guess I was 'on vacation'. Ha! The water was a bit too cold for the little guy, so he just hung in the stroller and played (tried to eat) with this noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sktk5IPTgoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UI1swJ0R-Cg/s1600-h/100_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353483514686964354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sktk5IPTgoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UI1swJ0R-Cg/s320/100_1009.jpg" border="0" /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SktkSqmSteI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MJ6jVU0Xov4/s1600-h/100_1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353482853895288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SktkSqmSteI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MJ6jVU0Xov4/s320/100_1018.jpg" 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/7797512688862786952-8719558031293447778?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8719558031293447778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8719558031293447778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8719558031293447778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8719558031293447778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-am-very-behind-here-but-i-have.html' title='Yeah, an actual NEW post!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sktk5IPTgoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UI1swJ0R-Cg/s72-c/100_1009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7238219912191656049</id><published>2009-06-30T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:58:16.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Taste</title><content type='html'>I have planned out a post for each day this week (except Monday, obviously). However, I won't complete today's post until after work. So, here is a teaser. This picture actually goes with my Friday post, but I am breakin' all the rules just for you guys! Tonight's post will also have a Hailey update. TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353118614874128834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkoZBKgagcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/I7m0dVTo-nQ/s320/0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7238219912191656049?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7238219912191656049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7238219912191656049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7238219912191656049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7238219912191656049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-taste.html' title='Just a Taste'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SkoZBKgagcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/I7m0dVTo-nQ/s72-c/0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1595549919368170809</id><published>2009-06-12T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:20:18.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailey's Hope</title><content type='html'>The T-13 community will celebrate another little lady coming into the world.  &lt;a href="http://www.haileyshope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hailey Marie &lt;/a&gt;will be born today (or maybe tomorrow). Her mom went in for induction last night...so it is only a matter of time before they welcome this little miracle into the world. I have been following Hailey's momma's blog for several months now. Rachelle is a devoted Christian and mom. Her and Tim have a 2-year old son and now a little girl. Facing such a difficult diagnosis, Rachelle has totally amazed me with her strength and determination. She is a force and I will be thinking about and praying for her today. This is the same prayer I posted when Elijah was born and now I will ask you to pray it again for little Hailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Please allow Hailey to be born without complication. Allow her to breath on her own so that her family will have time to meet her and love her. Please let her momma feel her breath on her cheek and feel the grip of her hand around her finger. Give the doctors and nurses compassion and guidance as they help this family today and every day after this. Continue to hold this family in your arms, filling their hearts with hope and love as you guide them on their journey.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know you are all still waiting on new pics of little man. I loaded them last night, but lost steam and didn't post. I hate promises...but...I promise tonight will be the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1595549919368170809?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1595549919368170809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1595549919368170809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1595549919368170809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1595549919368170809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/06/haileys-hope.html' title='Hailey&apos;s Hope'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5895123329875753593</id><published>2009-06-01T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:04:48.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Would Be Behind...</title><content type='html'>...if you spent your Saturday watching UT play the longest baseball game in NCAA history! Yep, we were there. Cristian's first UT baseball game (and mine too). We only stayed till 10:30...which was late enough for the little guy. Had it been just Carlos and I, we would have hung out until the bitter end...maybe even catching a quick snooze between innings. Those first 6 overtime innings were really exciting even though the actual hits were few and far between. It was the constant up and down of emotion as something happened good followed by something bad. And, speaking of bad...I am not one to pick on officials...but...that ump was a joke. Get some glasses ump! The strike zone does not include any space in and around ones sneakers...and if a ball bounces off of ones shoes it doesn't go flying all the way to right field. Duh. We went with the reserved seats, but next time we'll just take the general admission...there was not a bad seat in the house and the crowd was great. We had a total blast. Thanks to mom for putting us up on Saturday. After the extra innings we just didn't have the strength to drive all the way home. So...that is why there are still no camping pictures. I must research a better picture program. It takes f.o.r.e.v.e.r. ti load my new pics, which is why I procrastinate...sorry...maybe tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5895123329875753593?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5895123329875753593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5895123329875753593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5895123329875753593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5895123329875753593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-would-be-behind.html' title='You Would Be Behind...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7307230989341049117</id><published>2009-05-28T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:00:52.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>So, once again, me = bad blogger. We had a great time camping two weekends ago. I will post pics soon. It was a bit cool so swimming for the little guy was out of the question. Instead we laid around and played cards, enjoyed the quiet and slept with the windows open. We enjoyed an amazing storm with lightening and thunder and somehow we fit (all three of us) in a full size bed! This past week work has been really busy and I lost my voice last weekend. So, I have had a little scratchy throat and have been coughing enough to annoy all of my coworkers. I'm not sick, but I certainly sound like it. :-( Anyway, Cristian's birthday is coming up fast and furious. I took Cristian to buy decorations today. We are planning to have the party on Saturday, June 13th from 11am-1pm, so mark your calenders. I am sending an evite for all of you who are online regularly and I will be mailing a few invitations to a couple of folks that don't use the internet. If you are email invitation receiver and you really, really want the real, paper kind, just shoot me an email and I will send one out for you. I am doing the evite thing for several reasons (less trees are cut, easier for me, easier to RSVP, fast delivery, FREE), but I am happy to send 'real' invites to anyone who wants one. No biggie, just let me know. Otherwise, keep an eye on your inbox, the evite will be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gift or not to gift? Our house is filled with clothes and toys. So, I will be asking all that attend Cristian's party to forgo gifts. If they must buy the munch a little something we would welcome Baby Einstein DVDs or gift cards that we could use for diapers and food (Cristian's food, not ours...he gets special, expensive food and snacks for school). Is that totally rude to put in the evite? Not that it matters, I am including it anyway! :-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to spend some time...hopefully alot of time...at home this weekend so pics of the camping trip to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll,&lt;br /&gt;~Stacey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7307230989341049117?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7307230989341049117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7307230989341049117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7307230989341049117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7307230989341049117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6940907609543067419</id><published>2009-05-10T06:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:27:26.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days, 4 Blessings</title><content type='html'>Thursday, a birthday&lt;br /&gt;Little Elijah was born on Thursday morning. His momma and daddy had one glorious hour with him before he went to be with Jesus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vianca's&lt;/span&gt; prayer was mine, that they be given a chance to meet their son. Our prayer's were answered, Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, a reunion of sorts&lt;br /&gt;My friend Monica's birthday is well, actually, today, but we celebrated on Friday night. Carlos was working so Cristian's Aunt Alice (Mandy's sister) kept him for us. She hasn't seen him in awhile and her boys were thrilled to play with their "Peanut". Hayden told me he was going to teach Cristian how to walk! So, Mandy and I went to this club to hang out with our old friends and to remind Monica that she is the oldest of our bunch. We had such a good time that we stayed way to long and Cristian ended up having his first sleepover. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;! Alice and the boys were thrilled, as they weren't quite ready for him to go home anyway. Just some quick background, when I moved back to SA in 2000 I lived with Mandy and Monica. We also moved in Dolores for a few months and Michelle was with us most weekends. So, seeing Michelle and Dolores and Monica was such a blast. We laughed about all the old stories and danced to some very serious old school tunes! Oh, and Monica and I have planned a play date for Cristian and Ava (Ava was born last October). Can't wait till Wednesday, it should be fun for the babies and for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, an anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Yep, two years ago yesterday we got married. It was a Wednesday morning. Per our tradition, we had dinner at El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chapparel&lt;/span&gt; (but this time we were joined by Sam and Alba and their son). The food was delicious as always but the service was not what it used to be. They changed the waiters clothes, now they wear all black and a tie. I guess the new clothes went on and the waiting skills went off. I hope they get their act together...the crowd was especially small for a Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, a celebration&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mother's Day...my first one with a baby not in heaven and not in the womb. It is different. Instead of dreaming about motherhood, I was up at midnight living it with a hungry baby. Today I will spend my mother's day honoring my mom with a quick trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, today is Isabelle's birthday!!!! Izzy, I have a gift for you but I was hesitant to mail it. I sent your card, but will bring your gift when we see you this summer! I hope you have a great day of celebration. Your cousin Cristian and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tio&lt;/span&gt; Carlos send their birthday wishes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one quick, official, Happy Birthday!! to Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful mother's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6940907609543067419?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6940907609543067419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6940907609543067419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6940907609543067419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6940907609543067419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-4-blessings.html' title='4 Days, 4 Blessings'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5329770354134715548</id><published>2009-05-07T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:57:12.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>I was contacted a few weeks ago by a very sweet woman named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vianca&lt;/span&gt; who's sweet baby boy Elijah was diagnosed with full T-13. She was 32 weeks along at the time. We emailed back and forth and talked on the phone. I tried to offer her hope for her son and advice about possible options for him before and after his birth. Since our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; with Philip I have prayed for God to give me an opportunity to share all that we learned. I just knew that I had tons of information that might help someone else following the same path. This wonderful woman gave me that chance. My prayers were answered! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vianca&lt;/span&gt; is so strong...she has amazed me with her planning. She and her family made tons of decisions and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arrangements&lt;/span&gt;. They are so much more prepared than we were. Last night she called and said she had gone into labor and they were in process of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; her to San Antonio. Her doctor is here and she really wanted to give birth here. I expected her to come in town in a few weeks as she is only 35 weeks, so getting her call took me by surprise. Please, please, if you are reading this, pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vianca&lt;/span&gt; and her family and especially for baby Elijah. I have not heard from her today, so I am hoping that she is enjoying her little guy right this very second. Loving him and introducing him to his siblings. This is my prayer today, please take a moment and pray with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Please allow Elijah to be born without complication. Allow him to breath on his own so that his family will have time to meet him and love him. Please let his momma feel his breath on her cheek and feel the grip of his hand around her finger. Give the doctors and nurses compassion and guidance as they help this family today and every day after this. Continue to hold this family in your arms, filling their hearts with hope and love as you guide them on their journey.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5329770354134715548?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5329770354134715548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5329770354134715548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5329770354134715548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5329770354134715548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3224656557048711959</id><published>2009-05-02T15:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:08:07.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Saturday, April 24, 2009 - King William Fair&lt;br /&gt;Cristian knocked out right as we were leaving and about the same time I remembered to take pictures. You can't tell, but my upper chest is red as a lobster. It was overcast and I completely forgot how easily I burned. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfyxCU5ZhsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZO0Hyd-6NME/s1600-h/100_0973_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330712427136706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfyxCU5ZhsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZO0Hyd-6NME/s320/100_0973_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday, April 25, 2009 - Holy Trinity Catholic Church&lt;br /&gt;Our nephew Stefan was confirmed in church. Carlos was his sponser. After mass we took this family shot right before we headed to Pappasitos to celebrate with yummy fajitas and flan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfyxCB34ZYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fQgvaFzb-FQ/s1600-h/100_0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330707320497538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfyxCB34ZYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fQgvaFzb-FQ/s320/100_0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 2nd, 2009 - Palacios Dining Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristian is starting to eat more meals with 'real' food. This morning he had cherrios, apples and yogurt for breakfast. Carlos had him laughing so I took a few shots of his teeth...for your viewing pleasure of course! Here are the bottom two teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfywzCn-IGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3pbgPfhuR9U/s1600-h/100_0980_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330449824161890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfywzCn-IGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3pbgPfhuR9U/s320/100_0980_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are the top two! He has another one on the top right, but it hasn't come out far enough for pictures yet. The one on the top left is just cutting through. Maybe in a few weeks I can capture all four in one shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sfywy6WbLhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/m_ObxG5_Y_0/s1600-h/100_0981_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330447603084818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sfywy6WbLhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/m_ObxG5_Y_0/s320/100_0981_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, May 2nd, 2009 - Helotes Cornyval Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got up early and went to Cristian's first parade this morning. We found a good place in the shade (thank you Lord!) and even made some new friends. Cristian enjoyed the first 30 minutes or so, but by 10:30 he was exhausted and crashed right there in my lap. I guess missing your morning nap really catches up with you. Carlos and I had fun...my favorite was defineatly the Shriners. They had at least 5 different groups of go carts that would drive real fast in circles. My description does not do it justice...anyway, they were the best. It was defineatly a small town parade, complete with the local high school band and the Helotes mayor. Oh, and we saw Carlos' friend Jessica from the resteraunt, too. She is Miss Fiesta and rode in the back of a...you guessed it...convertible. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sfywyl29_QI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TD7_cEnJTic/s1600-h/100_0987_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330442102439170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sfywyl29_QI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TD7_cEnJTic/s320/100_0987_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, there were 3 pictures of me in this post...in all my glory...so there you go, Linen 44.&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/7797512688862786952-3224656557048711959?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3224656557048711959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3224656557048711959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3224656557048711959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3224656557048711959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends-in-pictures.html' title='Weekends in Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfyxCU5ZhsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZO0Hyd-6NME/s72-c/100_0973_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4901251474636862292</id><published>2009-04-24T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:06:11.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, two posts!</title><content type='html'>Scroll down to check out&lt;br /&gt;the Random Pics and Video post&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;the Long Overdue Easter post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4901251474636862292?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4901251474636862292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4901251474636862292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4901251474636862292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4901251474636862292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-two-posts.html' title='One day, two posts!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5374765171686422988</id><published>2009-04-24T20:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:03:12.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics and a Video</title><content type='html'>Cristian has been quite the handful the last few weeks. He is cutting 2 more top teeth. The ones in the top middle are working ther way out (about half-way there as of today) and now the two teeth on either side are coming out. He is a laughing ball of whiny clingyness. A total enigma if you will. One minutes cracking up and the next total velcro kid, stuck to my leg and grunting. I have to abmit, he is super cute even when whining. To top it off he has become a little diehard, he refuses to go to sleep even when he is rubbing his puffy little eyes and cuddling with George the stuffed monkey. He turned 10 months old this month and per usual we took his 10-month bear chair pic. It is so amazing to me that it wasn't that long ago that we were propping him up on the chair or laying him down. Now, he just hangs out all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;10-month Bear Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328442689676899858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJuZRw39hI/AAAAAAAAAVA/49grbNBgyqU/s320/100_0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In addition we took a quick trip to Fiesta last Sunday. With our crazy schedules as of late we didn't expect to have time to do any Fiesta stuff this year, so with some unexpected time Sunday afternoon we ran downtown for a few hours. We just parked and walked around in Market Square. Cristian enjoyed the Tejano and Mariachi music and mom and dad enjoyed the food and cold beer! The little old lady that makes the gorditas was there again this year and the gorditas were delicious. Of course no outing would be complete without Carlos running into someone he knows! I have lived her for most of my life and I NEVER run into anyone I know...Carlos has lived here 3 years and we can't go anywhere without an encounter! He is just like my Papa. We had a nice time and made it back to the car right as the sun was going down (and all the crazies come out :-).&lt;br /&gt;Cristian's First Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328442495418806290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJuN-GIsBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gv-0nAON40Y/s320/100_0970.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mom came in town today for an appt., so she stopped by this afternoon for some baby love. While she took some video I downloaded pictures from her camera. Check out this little buckaroo! This was taken at a new resterant we tried a month or so ago. The food = not so good, the service = really bad, the props = priceless. Is this kid cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328442280316730338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJuBcxze-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/GtWEH7Ab7EQ/s320/100_2171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And finally, a video. Cristian has been pulling up for months, but only recently started moving his feet and sort of walking around things. While mom was here we tried to get him to walk behind his little car thing and it worked! Here is the proof. (please ignore the TV, I should have turned it off, it is a bit distracting...oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-804fa988d343195" 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://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0804fa988d343195%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330151214%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80FC4782D28EF2AB6F57054472A2271066D3460B.35EAAC99C772CFCA95A7318C95AB2435BC650AAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D804fa988d343195%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH-N7WelYyEUKLSMVAzBTVQlAzEQ&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://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0804fa988d343195%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330151214%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80FC4782D28EF2AB6F57054472A2271066D3460B.35EAAC99C772CFCA95A7318C95AB2435BC650AAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D804fa988d343195%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH-N7WelYyEUKLSMVAzBTVQlAzEQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5374765171686422988?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=804fa988d343195&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5374765171686422988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5374765171686422988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5374765171686422988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5374765171686422988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pics-and-video.html' title='Random Pics and a Video'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJuZRw39hI/AAAAAAAAAVA/49grbNBgyqU/s72-c/100_0914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1184759623154687052</id><published>2009-04-21T08:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:40:37.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Easter Post</title><content type='html'>Carlos had to work Easter afternoon, so we got up early and headed to church. Mom bought Cristian his Easter outfit...a very traditional sailor suit. Carlos found it quite funny saying it was a 'white thing'. He's right, I had a sailor dress as a baby and now my baby has his own sailor suit. He looked super cute, as you can see and he loved the bells on his shoes (Thank you Aunt Carol!). We can take Cristian anywhere, and as usual he was perfect at church. He looked around for awhile then fell asleep for a quick nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cristian with his Easter Baskets and Toys from Grammie, Abuelita and Mom&amp;amp;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328437018963902754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJpPMtigSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/b7zDp1uyu9Q/s320/100_0957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Daddy before Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328436479284224002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJovyP4IAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/25azBcte82U/s320/100_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With Daddy after church, visting Big Bro Philip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328436692128727714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJo8LJ9gqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/36PtPKcg0dI/s320/100_0936.jpg" border="0" /&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/7797512688862786952-1184759623154687052?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1184759623154687052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1184759623154687052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1184759623154687052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1184759623154687052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-overdue-easter-post.html' title='Long Overdue Easter Post'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SfJpPMtigSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/b7zDp1uyu9Q/s72-c/100_0957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3011726175930631081</id><published>2009-04-06T09:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:14:06.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures &amp; Updates</title><content type='html'>So, I never got around to posting pictures last weekend. Oops! Well, here is one from Franny and Zooey's 1st birthday. Aren't they just precious? Here Zooey gives Franny her icing. Not sure what Zo was thinking...isn't the icing the best part? Sweet, sharing baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321609390470672466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sdoni6hjMFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GZP1r5KKclg/s320/100_0887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This weekend we had a busy one. We spent Saturday at the Highland Games here is Helotes. Cristian really liked the music; especially the Celtic Rock band. We watched the athletes and Daddy took a turn trying his hand at archery. He was really good at it! I totally forgot my camera so we don't have any pictures! Boo, hiss! On Sunday we went to the Orange&amp;amp;White Game on the UT campus in Austin. I called you Lisa...but you never called me back! Anyway, we had so much fun. The game is just a scrimage of the team against themselves. It gives the diehard fans (Carlos) a chance to check out the talent for next year. In addition, this year they were going to sell the field. Literally! They are getting a new field (artificial turf, I think) so they cut up the current turf into 12x12 squares and sold them for $20. I was convinced we would come home with enough squares to cover our front yard...but Carlos surprised me when he decided he didn't want any. Here is a pic of the boys after Cristian's first UT game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321609110562252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SdonSnyLqMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WSwaJYYL9KY/s320/100_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And, well, I could not help but include this pic that I caught yesterday, before the game, at my mom's. This kid and his toes...sometimes he is too lazy to even remove his socks. I find him, quite literally, slobbery sock covered foot in mouth. So gross (but really cute!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321608899732491074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SdonGWYcy0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Qd0jriL6GhI/s320/100_0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BTW- Cristian's top two teeth FINALLY come in. The right is a bit farther out than the left, but they are coming along. His nose is still a bit runny, but his mood has vastly improved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3011726175930631081?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3011726175930631081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3011726175930631081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3011726175930631081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3011726175930631081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-updates.html' title='Pictures &amp; Updates'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sdoni6hjMFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GZP1r5KKclg/s72-c/100_0887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3426590754667198189</id><published>2009-03-27T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:55:38.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Teeth</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a few days since my last post. We spent Saturday at Franny &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zooey's&lt;/span&gt; 1st birthday party followed with a visit to the Emergency Room. Don't worry, everyone is fine. Mom was quite ill and was having pain in her stomach that got worse throughout the day. By 5pm it got so bad she thought it best to have it checked out. Carlos and Cristian stayed at mom's house and I took mom to the hospital in San Marcus. The ER was really clean and looked newly built...although the hospital itself looks kind of old. The staff was great and although we were there for.like.6.hours...it wasn't that bad. Mom is fine and they sent her home with some pain killers to help until she can see a specialist...which will be this coming Monday. She is feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better as of today, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; have helped. This week had been busy with work and the usual day-to-day stuff. In addition Cristian is cutting his two top teeth. He has been pretty clingy all week. Which I have to admit, I don't mind! We have let him sleep with us and he has slept really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dominoing&lt;/span&gt; into us sleeping really good. A win win all around! I will post a few pics from the B-day party tomorrow...when I am not so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3426590754667198189?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3426590754667198189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3426590754667198189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3426590754667198189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3426590754667198189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/03/cutting-teeth.html' title='Cutting Teeth'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-2811913761955088109</id><published>2009-03-18T20:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:51:52.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him</title><content type='html'>I am so addicted to the blog world. I have not updated my list to the left there, but I actually check a whole bunch of blogs everyday. Most of them are family/baby blogs, but a few are lifestyle &amp;amp; christian focused blogs. One of the regulars is called Kelly's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Korner&lt;/span&gt;. Kelly is a great mom of one cute little two month daughter. I came by her blog via another blog (is there any other way?) right after her daughter (Harper) was born. Harper spent some time in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; and I was praying for her via a request on the other blog. Anyway, long story, well long, I have been keeping up with Kelly and Miss Harper ever since. Lately, it seems that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the blogs I read have been asking for prayers for different babies, some sick, some already angels. Believe it or not I am a very emotional person and reading all of these touching stories of little ones is really hard. Needless to say the past week has been especially hard (with strep on top of it all). Back to my point...Kelly had an awesome post today about giving the big guy some praise for all the good things, big and small. You can read her post &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And why you are there do a quick scroll and check out some of Miss Harper's clothes and hair accessories...me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grammie's&lt;/span&gt; dream: monogramming and giant bows &amp;amp; flowers! In honor of her post here is my list, in no particular order, of just a few of my praises for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carlos my awesome husband who puts up with my moods (you know that right) and is always happy to give me a back rub and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; the house (bonus).&lt;br /&gt;2. My two beautiful boys. Cristian, who totally cracks me up and amazes me everyday. And, Philip, my little Angel above that gave me the gift of motherhood and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom who does more for us that we sometimes deserve and is the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends, in the real world and in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;/blog world. Both have had such an impact on my life, far greater than they even know.&lt;br /&gt;5. Thunder, Lightening &amp;amp; Rain Storm...with which we get new growth &amp;amp; life.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mickey D's fountain coke...so yummy yum yum. Did you know we have a Mickey D's less than 5 minutes from the house? So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today. Just a quick post of praise. Don't forget to say your prayers today for all those things big and small that you praise him for. Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, Stacey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-2811913761955088109?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/2811913761955088109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=2811913761955088109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2811913761955088109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2811913761955088109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/03/praise-him.html' title='Praise Him'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-2391220800583532817</id><published>2009-03-17T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:47:12.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>What say you Monkey with a Monkey on your shirt? Nothing. Ok. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353262258939010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/ScBgIqfh5II/AAAAAAAAATw/lpqmlemiTVY/s320/100_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Monkey was a bit put out this morning. I spent last week sequestered to my room with strep throat (totally yucky and surprising quite painful...it was my 1st time) and yesterday was my first day back at the office. As of today we are still not quite back into the swing of things and I guess Cristian was annoyed with our tardiness. He just loves school. What a blessing. I hope you all had a great day filled with lots of luck and plenty of green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and a BIG Happy Birthday to my favorite little leprechaun Lizzy Bird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-2391220800583532817?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/2391220800583532817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=2391220800583532817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2391220800583532817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2391220800583532817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/ScBgIqfh5II/AAAAAAAAATw/lpqmlemiTVY/s72-c/100_0886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3088231159366158889</id><published>2009-03-08T20:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:56:53.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbR2AjfxqiI/AAAAAAAAATI/7gj3N2BJHPY/s1600-h/065_65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310999612477254178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbR2AjfxqiI/AAAAAAAAATI/7gj3N2BJHPY/s320/065_65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was Philip's 2nd birthday. Mom came in early and we spent some time visiting Philip at the cemetary. Afterward we have had cake at the house then mom watched Cristian while Carlos and I spent the afternoon and evening attending two weddings. Our friends Alex &amp;amp; Klaus and our next door neighbors Junella &amp;amp; Jason were all married yesterday. Both ceremonies were beautiful and the dresses georgeous! Mat god bless them with long, happy marriages. Is was nice for Carlos and I to have an evening out...even though I did miss Cristian. Mom stayed the night and after breakfast we went back to the cemetary and released a few ballons for Philip. We also replaced his flowers with some new ones that mom got for him. Compared to last &lt;a href="http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4634994403643891436"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt;, this year's birthday was lovely and mostly stress free. I didn't cry as much as last year. Instead of pain I felt more happiness which was a good step in the right direction. Today is Philip's angel day, he passed March 8, 2007 at 11:05am. He blessed me for 9+ months on the inside and our entire family for 32 hours and 58 minutes on the outside. Now we carry him in our memories and our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3088231159366158889?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3088231159366158889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3088231159366158889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3088231159366158889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3088231159366158889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-angel.html' title='Happy Birthday Angel'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbR2AjfxqiI/AAAAAAAAATI/7gj3N2BJHPY/s72-c/065_65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8319698303731351845</id><published>2009-03-06T23:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:56:16.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Ago Right Now...</title><content type='html'>...I was at 8 centimeters dialated and getting ready to push. Little did I know that just a few hours and four epidurals later I would be in the OR having an emergency cesarean. Yep, that is really me, between contractions and looking oh so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310319358386572034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbILUjiDCwI/AAAAAAAAATA/K5G2OGL0GJY/s320/047_47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Philip Cole came into the world on March 7th at 2:07 am. Funny, I don't look half as loopy as I was. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310319160508560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbILJCYQMzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nDq65QSV_xo/s320/060_60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So many of our family and friends gave up sleep to stick around and wait for his arrival. Mandy stayed with us all night and while Carlos slept...and I dosed...she rocked our little miracle...that's him, under the pile of blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310318939318856066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbIK8KYhKYI/AAAAAAAAASw/hLohqOGKx5I/s320/069_69.JPG" border="0" /&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/7797512688862786952-8319698303731351845?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8319698303731351845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8319698303731351845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8319698303731351845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8319698303731351845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-years-ago-right-now.html' title='Two Years Ago Right Now...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SbILUjiDCwI/AAAAAAAAATA/K5G2OGL0GJY/s72-c/047_47.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4067923199827145257</id><published>2009-03-05T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:28:46.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>...I was picked up by Mandy who drove me to my last doctors appt. After my appt, we walked next door to the hospital and I checked in. Mandy and I laughed with the triage nurse and I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. On a side note, the triage nurse, Andrea, was the most beautiful nurse I have ever seen. She was in her early thirties and just had such a striking look. After a few funny stories about smelly patients, Mandy asked about the age of the other moms. Andrea told us that just a few days before she had a patient so young that she was still wearing cartoon character underpants. I was so thankful that I waited to start my family. It broke my heart to think of such a young person tackling motherhood, how scary that must be. Carlos came to the hospital after work and my doctor gave me some meds to start induction. That was also the day I learned that my greatest enemy was to be the blood pressure cuff. (That darn cuff went off every hour on the hour for the next two days. I wouldn't really sleep because I was constantly anticipating the next round of cut-my-circulation-off-at-the-elbow. Oh how it hurt…even worse than the contractions…but those come later. After whining like a baby to my momma, she talked the nurse into giving me a break…but only after I had endured several sleepless nights.) This day was to be the first day of a series of best and worst days. In a little over 24 hours I would {finally} get to meet my angel Philip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4067923199827145257?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4067923199827145257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4067923199827145257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4067923199827145257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4067923199827145257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-years-ago-today.html' title='Two Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5010399648077134428</id><published>2009-02-26T21:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:40:11.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Teeth</title><content type='html'>Well, Cristian was sick. I mean really sick. So sick that he infected me, Grammie, all of my Aunts and my Uncle. We took him in to see the doctor Monday and he confirmed it was a stomach bug. No other issues, so we just had to wait it out. I took Tuesday off to care for the little guy, but by Wednesday I had it too. So Wednesday was a sick day for me. Carlos and I split today as Cristian was still not quite ready for school. He is doing so much better today, I am pretty sure he will go to school tomorrow. I have included pics of our weekend below. Despite the "bug" we had a good time, I think even Cristian had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favorite picture from the whole weekend. I love that the background is blurry, but Cristian is clear. I don't know who took it, but I wish I could take the credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307331082557151362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadtgAk1WII/AAAAAAAAASI/AVYFKBS5GiM/s320/100_0851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Does this look like a sick kid to you? That smile was why it was so hard to not go to Mardi Gras. Instead we stayed at my Aunt's house and visited with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307329079928394306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadrrcM7kkI/AAAAAAAAASA/ILNhptLykBA/s320/100_0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cristian snoozing in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307328692557863746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadrU5ImW0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/paG6rWM-M6o/s320/100_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Izzy rockin' the mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307328136251952642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/Sadq0gu7zgI/AAAAAAAAARw/ja_NcFWvCoc/s320/100_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Belle concentrating on Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307325676435896738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadolVNFeaI/AAAAAAAAARo/jTsd8Jpdl_c/s320/100_0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cristian with Aunt Colleen &amp;amp; Uncle Eddie...as you can see, Cristian was completely mesmerized by the Cajun band...we even found him singing along! He may look like Carlos, but he is a little Cajun afteall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307317859933043666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadheWdlO9I/AAAAAAAAARg/Kj-7GfjzFQM/s320/100_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Newly Engaged, Reina &amp;amp; Bubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307317431930255138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadhFcBw9yI/AAAAAAAAARY/s5N4Zu_ITQI/s320/100_0835.jpg" border="0" /&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/7797512688862786952-5010399648077134428?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5010399648077134428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5010399648077134428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5010399648077134428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5010399648077134428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-just-teeth.html' title='Not Just Teeth'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SadtgAk1WII/AAAAAAAAASI/AVYFKBS5GiM/s72-c/100_0851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6047718155198083151</id><published>2009-02-22T22:32:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:00:25.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some new shots we took over the past two weeks. I have more from our weekend trip to East Texas, but I will load those tomorrow! Cristian is still crawling everywhere, but has started pulling up! He had his 1st Major Diaper Blow-out on Friday, five minutes before we left on our trip! I was alone and it was a mess, but I made it through only to have Carlos show up minutes after I was done cleaning everything up. How does he get such good luck? Cristian finished his antibiotics last week for his first ear infection, but was still pretty sick over this weekend. He made the drive over like a champ, but woke up Sat. in a mood. He refused to eat most of the day Sat. and continued to have "blow-outs" the entire weekend (including a huge one a half hour outside of Houston earlier today). Just like a good redneck, I cleaned him up in a Jack in the Box parking lot.  ;-) The family concensus: teething. I am still not sold, as I think it might be a stomach thing. He ate today, but is still having stomach issues. We will see how tomorrow goes. I have tomorrow off, but he will go to school for a few hours in the morning so I can unpack and wash clothes. If they report more of the same it is off to the doctor we go. I don't want to risk him dehydrating. I'll give more info about the trip and some pics tomorrow! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849594952116226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIqGFLFaAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_0MzejYQc-M/s320/100_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why sit in it when you can climb through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849070899115330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIpnk7HNUI/AAAAAAAAARI/IMdfjM_NdVA/s320/100_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Whatcha eatin'? Homemade chocolate ice cream? Heck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848633644508034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIpOIBfY4I/AAAAAAAAARA/ei1buY2pejY/s320/100_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Baby's 1st Mohawk, thanks Aunt Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848100541835314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIovGD6KDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HetcPhts73E/s320/100_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cristian in baby jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847767985401250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIobvMRraI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ex79IkNZw74/s320/100_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the newest Moxley, sleeping beauty, Miss Ryleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847280783037394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIn_YOLk9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wa-k3wURhOg/s320/100_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kelli &amp;amp; Braden Moxley&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846904040626946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaInpcvymwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yjNkIc8qgZM/s320/100_0818.jpg" border="0" /&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;three sleepy little monkeys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846534124913842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaInT6tAxLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xjc84zjB0_o/s320/100_0808.jpg" border="0" /&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/7797512688862786952-6047718155198083151?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6047718155198083151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6047718155198083151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6047718155198083151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6047718155198083151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-in-pictures.html' title='Week in Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SaIqGFLFaAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_0MzejYQc-M/s72-c/100_0832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1565532086613040443</id><published>2009-02-13T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:32:28.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups &amp; Downs</title><content type='html'>I took a ½ day on Tuesday so I could take little man to the doctor and get our taxes done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian had a little cough that started last week and as it lasted longer that 4 days, we needed to have him checked out. It was a good thing we did because he has his first ear infection (and hopefully his last). It is only in the right ear and we caught it early on. He started on antibiotics Wednesday and I think he is getting better. He is very clingy (not a good sign) but the cough has disappeared (a very good sign).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doctor little man went back to school for a few hours while Carlos and I want to see the tax lady. I will spare you the details. In the end we have to PAY. I have never had to pay…ever.  I was shocked. How did we? Why didn’t we? To summarize, Carlos’ 2nd job pushed us into a higher tax bracket and I did not calculate our deductions correctly. I hate being wrong, but I hate more when my wrong costs money. I was so angry (at myself mostly). Anyway, we definitely learned from the situation and immediately made a few changes to our current deductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that I woke up Thursday to find my throat a little scratchy. I do NOT get sick, ever. But, when I do my first sign is the throat. The minute my throat hurts I know it is only going to get worse. I bought some meds at the pharmacy and started sucking on cough drops. After the boys left the house this morning I took a (uninterrupted) one hour nap. It made me feel so much better. I had to come into work, so I am toughing it out until 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I got here this morning I got a call from my good friend Kelli. She is a busy mom of two so we don’t see each other often. She had some time today so we were able to catch lunch. Her son, Braden, is a few weeks younger that Philip and her daughter, Ryleigh, was born a little over a month ago. We went to this great burger place that has a jungle gym. Braden had fun with the other kids while Kelli and I talked. Little Ryleigh is super cute and made me want to have a girl of my own (almost). Kelli lives near my office so we usually catch-up over lunch. Unfortunately, that means she has only seen Cristian once and it was many months ago. I am hoping we can get together soon, over a weekend, so the kids can meet again and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is coming tonight to help me with the munchkin. I need to get some sleep so I can feel better instead of worse. Carlos will be working all day tomorrow (because of Valentines), so I am very glad my mom is coming. I have some new pics of Cristian that I will post later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1565532086613040443?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1565532086613040443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1565532086613040443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1565532086613040443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1565532086613040443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-downs.html' title='Ups &amp; Downs'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1119572993564236191</id><published>2009-02-10T11:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:46:08.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GriefShare</title><content type='html'>My first GriefShare class was last night. I practiced introducing myself all the way there in the car. With confidence I approached the room, said Hi to Jan, and sat down. As the introductions began I was holding strong. And, wouldn't you know it, I totally lost it when it was my turn! Why does that always happen? Carlos can talk about Philip to complete strangers and he doesn't tear up...me, I just think about him and there go the water works. I mean, I practiced for goodness sake, I prepared! It has been a hard two years always feeling like no one could hurt as much as I am hurting. It was, in a way, enlightening to hear about other people's grief. The loved ones they missed and the everyday things that brought up the hurt. Their relationships are different, but their pain the same. It was a hard class but I am excited to go again next week. We even got a workbook with homework in it. That really works for me for a couple of reasons. I totally love homework (yes, I am a dork and I miss school). I know the homework is going to bring on lots of tears, snot and the "ugly crying face" so I feel better about doing that at home without strangers to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1119572993564236191?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1119572993564236191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1119572993564236191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1119572993564236191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1119572993564236191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/02/griefshare.html' title='GriefShare'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6427753085066540854</id><published>2009-02-09T15:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:52:06.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Mom and Aunt Colleen came over Saturday and had a whole bunch o' fun with Cristian. He did great showing off all his best tricks! In addition, he made me look good when he got his first scolding. Well, maybe scold is a bit harsh. Now that little boo is crawling, his favorite place to go is right over to the air conditioning vent. It is metal and makes a nice loud noise when he bangs on it. I don't really mind the noise, but the filter is behind the metal grate, so banging on it releases dust right into little bit's face. Yuck! Well, saying No didn't seem to get his attention in front of my mom and aunt so I got up and walked about 1/2 way to him and I said, with my finger pointing the other direction at his toy mat and toys, "Cristian, you know you are not supposed to be here. Turn around and crawl back over to your toys." And you know what? He did just that. Actually, when I was saying it I had no real confidence it would work. But, to my surprise it did. Mom and Colleen just cracked up. That kid is so funny! I have to admit, he was banging on the grate Sunday and I tried the same approach, this time he gave me a big smile then went right back to banging. At least he made me look good for company! Yesterday, we went to Carlos' good friend Victor's house for a BBQ. They have known each other since grade school but only recently found each other after many years. The big kicker is that Victor and his family live like 5 minutes from Carlos' moms house! We had a really great time and the food was awesome! Victor used some kind of Japanese BBQ sauce on the meat and it was delicious...sweet and tangy! Yummy! Afterwards we went by Estella's so she could see her grandson. Jimmy and her bought Cristian a little music machine that he can bang on like a drum. It made noise so of course he loved it. When we got home Cristian was still going (energizer bunny like) so we let him crawl around on the floor and play with toys while we got lazy on the couch. We knew he was finally ready for bed when he tried to use Curious George as his pillow! That kid never has a fuss (unless it is feeding time, of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6427753085066540854?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6427753085066540854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6427753085066540854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6427753085066540854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6427753085066540854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8335861008685998993</id><published>2009-02-05T22:38:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:35:15.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Say</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been super busy. Work has been kicking my butt. We are overlapping administrations so ending and beginning all at the same time has been quite the challenge. I am also training a new editor (yeah I got help) and that has been hard because I don't have enough time. In addition, our house has become a danger zone. Cristian is crawling! Not on two knees yet, but he has mastered the Marine crawl. I am now on high alert when he is free and moving. He also has two big white teeth (both on the bottom) and he loves to drink from his sippy cup and to bite it. He is sitting up too which really helps when he plays on the floor. I think he was getting pretty tired of tummy time. Last week he had his first diaper rash. I think I was feeding him too much concentrated fruit. We used up a tube of Boudreaux's and I went back to cereal with fruit and it disappeared in a couple of days. Now we just need his nose to stop running and we will be back to normal. I think it is the weather (cold in the am and hot in the pm). I have been having the same stuffy, runny nose issue. All-in-all we are really enjoying our newly mobile little guy. He is happy as usual and makes us laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvCA65fqmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q5KZvFU3rws/s1600-h/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvCA65fqmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q5KZvFU3rws/s320/100_0784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299542707597716066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Apples? Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvCVafKYBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HjL1xt2igds/s1600-h/100_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvCVafKYBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HjL1xt2igds/s320/100_0785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543059674587154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvClo6KG2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/SEMB_PPHvYo/s1600-h/100_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvClo6KG2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/SEMB_PPHvYo/s320/100_0791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543338423819106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! Those apples sure are sour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvDNYCd5uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-cLgl1a9zvA/s1600-h/100_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvDNYCd5uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-cLgl1a9zvA/s320/100_0796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299544021090035426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvD3QkaTyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ENTflxOZJlQ/s1600-h/100_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvD3QkaTyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ENTflxOZJlQ/s320/100_0797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299544740639428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvEIPS9DyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uafp0kz-JF8/s1600-h/100_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvEIPS9DyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uafp0kz-JF8/s320/100_0798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299545032355548962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvEXbvNWRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kU6KcdCWJkk/s1600-h/100_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvEXbvNWRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kU6KcdCWJkk/s320/100_0800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299545293393320210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Month Bear Chair Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvEk20FyKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T5XTMUyfmNE/s1600-h/100_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvEk20FyKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T5XTMUyfmNE/s320/100_0805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299545523999852706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is still more to say, so read on. This week I got in touch with two very dear friends...Jill and Roxanne. These girls are the best of the best, two of my very favorite people growing up. I was pretty moody (to say the least) when I was young (what's new?) and I did not appreciate either of their friendships the way I should have. Nor did I put in the effort to maintain the friendships like I should have. I was so busy doing...Well, I don't know what I was doing but I should have been a better friend. It made my week to touch base with them again on Facebook! The funniest thing is that I had been talking about them alot the last few weeks; telling Carlos some old stories and how I wished I knew how to reach them. God answered my prayers because there they were, right on my screen! Actually, I got two prayers answered this week. I have been missing my Philip alot this week. Sometimes I just get overwelmed, and this week was one of those times. I have cried at my desk more than once. Anyway, ever since Philip died I have wanted to go to a grief class, but never came across the right one. Well, my wonderful friend Jan is starting a new 13 week GriefShare class at her church on Monday and I am signed up. Jan is a faithful, loving soul that I truly adore. He husband went to be with the Lord about a year and half ago (after a long illness) leaving her a very young widow. She amazes me with her strength and grace and I am thrilled that she will be leading this class. It is the perfect fit that I was looking for. Alright, it is late and I am tired. You all got new pictures of the King so I hope you are happy. We sure are! Oh, and did you notice, his hair is starting to come in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8335861008685998993?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8335861008685998993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8335861008685998993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8335861008685998993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8335861008685998993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much to Say'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SYvCA65fqmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q5KZvFU3rws/s72-c/100_0784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3027560915135612557</id><published>2008-12-30T13:35:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:19:56.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Christmas with Cristian</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been MIA for a few weeks. The holidays were extra busy this year. Carlos and I decided to stay home this year for several reasons...money...work...traveling with a 6 month old sounds like a nightmare. So logic and a small wallet helped us make a great decision. We both had to work right up to Christmas Eve (which put a slight damper on holiday shopping and getting in the spirit), but since Cristian's school was closed for most of last week and this, we have spent lots of time together as a family. With our busy lives, family time is at a premium, so time over this holiday has been even more precious. Oh, and since my last post Cristian did indeed turn 6 months old! And, for his gift he got shots at the doctors office. Yes, I am a great mom giving him freedom from the flu, measles, mumps, rubella etc. etc. Thank you very much. No really, the shots are for a good cause, but I did feel pretty guilty about having to plan his appt. on his actual 6 month day. He was great, as usual, only a little crying and then distracted by food, tylenol, and a nap. He is such a tough guy. Our peanut is now 28 1/2 inches long and 17 pounds 1 ounce. Long and lean. He is wearing a size 3 diaper and 9-12 month clothes. He doesn't quite fill them out, but he needs the length, especially in the onsies. Oh how I hate the baby wedgie. He is almost crawling and can sit up on his own for a few seconds. The problem with sitting up is his body is super long, but his legs are not...so he is a bit top heavy. If I could get a little more meat on his bones it would help, I think. Ok, so I will stop rambling...I know what you want...pictures...well here you go, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, our Christmas Card picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVp_9e-CWzI/AAAAAAAAANc/dHh3NTp249M/s1600-h/100_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVp_9e-CWzI/AAAAAAAAANc/dHh3NTp249M/s320/100_0658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285677806934711090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean I'm not supposed to eat the paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqBs-I2raI/AAAAAAAAANk/rDPmWrxmqmc/s1600-h/100_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqBs-I2raI/AAAAAAAAANk/rDPmWrxmqmc/s320/100_0708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285679722267061666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rolls and it makes noise! Thank you Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqB95KCmzI/AAAAAAAAANs/gQOcgx-ZxQ4/s1600-h/100_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqB95KCmzI/AAAAAAAAANs/gQOcgx-ZxQ4/s320/100_0713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285680012987636530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe dad let mom put this bow on my head? Then HE took a picture! If I wasn't busy chewing on this yellow donut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqCdPnakZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OI5fPB96n-o/s1600-h/100_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqCdPnakZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OI5fPB96n-o/s320/100_0723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285680551592366482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for my exersaucer Grammie. You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqDXqjfjaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/G1YN9xS4GNg/s1600-h/100_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqDXqjfjaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/G1YN9xS4GNg/s320/100_0728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285681555256085922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole present thing is exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqDt1BeX4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Jcj18cxvMs/s1600-h/100_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqDt1BeX4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Jcj18cxvMs/s320/100_0724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285681936023314306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie bought me this union suit...mommy thinks it is super cute, but I like it because it is easy to roll around in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqFILQ-BHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D9VMireFO0c/s1600-h/100_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqFILQ-BHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D9VMireFO0c/s320/100_0745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683488182109298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-grandma Betty got me a gift card and mom made me buy socks and a new hat. Oh well, at least my feet and my ears will be warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqFuD7ppXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EJOKaU0wWTQ/s1600-h/100_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqFuD7ppXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EJOKaU0wWTQ/s320/100_0747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285684139048674674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought me this cool highchair at our neighborhood resale place a few weeks ago. She finally made time to finish cleaning it this weekend and I got to enjoy my first meal in it. I like how the straps look like suspenders...a little Bob Villa, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqGkH0_WUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_nDLdHrdWnE/s1600-h/100_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVqGkH0_WUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_nDLdHrdWnE/s320/100_0754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285685067807414594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3027560915135612557?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3027560915135612557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3027560915135612557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3027560915135612557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3027560915135612557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-first-christmas-with-cristian.html' title='Our First Christmas with Cristian'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SVp_9e-CWzI/AAAAAAAAANc/dHh3NTp249M/s72-c/100_0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8616605130830875370</id><published>2008-12-07T18:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:25:20.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple of Things</title><content type='html'>Take a gander at the button to the left of your screen. This week, a fellow blogger and new mom Jessica (her son is a few weeks younger than Cristian) is going to be showcasing some great scrapbooking ideas on her blog. Just click the button to check 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Palacios family news, we decorated our tree and our house this week. Cristian hasn't really "noticed" the tree. He did really like the outside lights, it helped that all of our neighbors had their lights on too. He was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom was over and she helped us take pics for our Christmas cards. We had planned to go to a professional, but it was easier (and cheaper) to do them at home. I will post the winner after the cards are mailed...somehow that seems like the right thing to do. Mom also made tamales with her friends yesterday and we were happy to score a few dozen for ourselves. I will probably freeze most of them, but we did eat a few for lunch today and they were delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the latest pics of Cristian.&lt;br /&gt;I like cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxnmimzRSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8O9hgqcQMAI/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxnmimzRSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8O9hgqcQMAI/s320/100_0609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206775193617698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David visting from Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxoIGO644I/AAAAAAAAANE/KxtSzvkmDyQ/s1600-h/100_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxoIGO644I/AAAAAAAAANE/KxtSzvkmDyQ/s320/100_0650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207351692813186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxobm_W60I/AAAAAAAAANM/uvdB2DC3HfM/s1600-h/100_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxobm_W60I/AAAAAAAAANM/uvdB2DC3HfM/s320/100_0637.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277207686903425858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I can hold my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxowfy2D_I/AAAAAAAAANU/qi-2XFlsS0E/s1600-h/100_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxowfy2D_I/AAAAAAAAANU/qi-2XFlsS0E/s320/100_0619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277208045749145586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8616605130830875370?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8616605130830875370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8616605130830875370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8616605130830875370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8616605130830875370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/12/couple-of-things.html' title='A Couple of Things'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/STxnmimzRSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8O9hgqcQMAI/s72-c/100_0609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8517448913407274937</id><published>2008-12-02T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:51:24.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Cristian's first day at daycare. And it was a doozie, more for him and Carlos than for me. I had researched and visited several places last week while on vacation and the last place I visited was the right place. Our friend Kristin has a friend from work that suggested a place close to our house where their son goes and they were right on. The place, Country Baby, was perfect. Clean with a great staff. There are only 4 babies including Cristian and they are in a seperate building from the big kids. The 2 year olds and up are in the main building. The baby place is quiet and calm, just the right place for play and nap. Carlos wasn't able to see it ahead of time so we went together yesterday morning. Cristian was awake and happy when we dropped him off. He was the 2nd to arrive and the ladies were excited to meet him. He is such a flirt they all seemed to hit it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos dropped by at lunch (because he is over protective and sweet for his little guy). Unfortuneatly he arrived to a crying Cristian in a swing. Poor little guy, he hates the swing (which, bad mommy, I forgot to mention to the staff). He had been fed and while his teacher was trying to feed the other little ones, she placed him in the swing for some relaxing time. She had no idea the beast she would unleash! Totally not her fault, he is the only baby I know of that hates the swing. Carlos rescued him from his torture chamber and got him to sleep in a jiffy while showing the teacher how to get him to nap. He is so particular, he doesn't like to be cuddled anymore and wants to be held a certain way while having his hands rubbed. His teacher was greatful for the tips and Carlos left once he was tucked away in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I got a call from the school. Cristian had a scratch on his face when he woke up. No biggie, he scratches his face when he is really tired. It was so great that they called though, I really appreciated the thoughfulness. I try to keep his nails cut, but every other day is apparently not often enough. When I picked him up he had a huge scratch, not quite what I expected, but a little neosporin and he would be fine. He was asleep when I put him in the car, but woke on the way home. I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me. Yes, he holds a grudge. Apparently he was not happy about being left with strangers and having to share toys with other little people. He continued to refuse to make eye contact with me when we got home, turning his head from side to side when I tried to talk to him. Wonder where he gets that from? Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after his bottle and a loud belch, he turned and gave me a big smile. Silent treatment be gone. You know, despite his seemingly bad day, Cristian managed to eat like a champ. Comfort food? Maybe? Little piggy like mom &amp; dad? More likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that today went far more smoothly. Carlos went by and had a visit during lunch (You could have guessed that one huh?), and Cristian was doing great. He seemed more relaxed in his new place and the staff were really positive about his day. He did, however, make a run for the rattles. Apparently he took hold of a few and refused to share. Once again, where does he get that from... When I picked him up he was in a rocker and greeted me with a big 'ol gummy smile. What a little cutie. I am so thrilled he had a good day, I hope this is just the start of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the last 3 months with Mandy's sister Alice and her partner Albert. They were so amazing and gave me such piece of mind when I had to return to work. Cristian loved being with them. I really feel that his first 5 1/2 months have been perfect. As a newborn he got tons of love and one-on-one attention. Just what every newbie needs. Now he is beginning to play and move about, it is the perfect time for him to be around other babies. He will learn to share and play...skills I would find hard to teach him without other babies around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have pictures of the infamous scratch...it is worse that you think. But, I have to get to dishes. I will post pics later when I have more time. And, by the way, leave me a comment and tell me you are out there...I feel like I am writing to ghosts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8517448913407274937?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8517448913407274937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8517448913407274937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8517448913407274937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8517448913407274937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5646150720033983618</id><published>2008-11-20T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:03:21.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>Cristian said his first word last night...Momma. Then he said it again and again and again this morning. Carlos was playing with him on the floor last night and Cristian was babbling as usual. So Carlos just started saying Momma, Momma, over and over. Seconds later our little guy repeats MMMMMomma, MMMMMomma. I started crying and ran to get my phone. Yep, I recorded the next 2 times he said it. And yes, I have played it for anyone who will listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to FINALLY pull out our video camera this week and I will try to upload video of our little chatterbox for you all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to his first word Cristian also rolled over from his back to his belly last night! He has done it before when no one was looking, but last night he finally started getting the hang of it and we witnessed the revolution. He has been rolling from his belly to his back for some time now, so we have been working with him to complete the roll. I have a feeling crawling is not too far away!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, our kid is amazing (as all children are, of course). Carlos and I are just so in love with him and last night we just kept looking at him and looking at each other in total amazement. How did we get so lucky? Yep, we are living a blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, our wonderful friend Kristen came over last night for dinner and a baby. She fed Cristian his squash.(He ate a whole serving with cereal...little piggy.) She said she had never fed a baby before, but I'm not sure I believe her. She was a total pro. Cristian was barely a mess when he was done and she got away without any squash on her clothes! If I hadn't been there, I wouldn't have believed it. After dinner she played with the little guy and then put him to sleep. Cristian has always adored Kristen, but last night he fell in love. His little face staring at her, it was precious! Some people just have a natural knack for kids, Kristen is one of them. She is patient and sweet. It was a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5646150720033983618?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5646150720033983618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5646150720033983618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5646150720033983618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5646150720033983618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-630447564108883024</id><published>2008-11-14T21:32:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:03:51.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics of Our Big Boy</title><content type='html'>Since you reminded me I do not post enough pictures, this one is for you Kelli! We can't wait to go to the zoo with you and Braden! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-lunch, lookin' good and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5EwP_rr-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LHp84IMi-DI/s1600-h/100_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5EwP_rr-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LHp84IMi-DI/s320/100_0570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724209788104674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stop moving I might actually get some of the sweet potatoes in your mouth! Cristian is still getting the hang of eating and I am, obviously, still getting the hang of feeding a moving mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5EEr5O12I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XcrmshOYRyI/s1600-h/100_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5EEr5O12I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XcrmshOYRyI/s320/100_0558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268723461362997090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little monkey likes bananas and biting the spoon! I finally realized I have to use the plastic bibs now...after ruining several cloth ones...duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5Ddm22xqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/m4bARo_Az2A/s1600-h/100_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5Ddm22xqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/m4bARo_Az2A/s320/100_0605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268722789995955874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin-zees! Franny has Zooey and Cristian has Grammie! Oh yeah, its Longhorn time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5FHy86lPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mjUrE9V2imw/s1600-h/100_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5FHy86lPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mjUrE9V2imw/s320/100_0576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724614308730098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll know I am not normally into character clothes...but this is the absolute cutest! Thank you Mimi for this awesome ode to sponge bob! And, thank you Grammie for Cristian's new bedding, he loves to stare at the longhorn logos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5FZjnXCyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7gw5X44kbSI/s1600-h/100_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5FZjnXCyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7gw5X44kbSI/s320/100_0584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724919429434146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-630447564108883024?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/630447564108883024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=630447564108883024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/630447564108883024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/630447564108883024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-pics-of-our-big-boy.html' title='New Pics of Our Big Boy'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SR5EwP_rr-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LHp84IMi-DI/s72-c/100_0570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5360973939387878339</id><published>2008-11-10T19:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:46:18.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as can be.</title><content type='html'>Well, things have been crazy lately. Carlos and I took turns keeping Cristian last week. Our sitter had a conflict, so Carlos took off Monday and Tuesday and I worked from home Wed-Fri. It was fun to see Cristian all day, but working from home was hard. My VPN was slow and the work I was doing did not jive with a slow network. Anyway, I got through it and as a weekend bonus, 4 of my favorite ladies came over. My mom came Friday and spent the entire weekend helping me with Cristian so I could reorganize the house (more on that later) and Lisa, Franny &amp; Zooey came Saturday afternoon. At this stage I was really excited to see Cristian reacting to the girls (who are now almost 8 months old). He was so typically an only child. He looked at them with amazement, but had no intention of sharing mommy and grammie with them. In fact, he NEEDED to be held pretty much the whole time they were here. And, he spent the afternoon engrossed in watching football instead of playing with the girls. What a total guy? Carlos picked up a shift at the resteraunt Sat night, so it was just us girls (and Cristian) for the afternoon. We had such a good time, passing babies and chatting. Really more of a mommy playdate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Cristian has been growing and growing. He has now outgrown his carrier carseat and his changing table. When he was born we bought a small changing pad (made for a bassinet) to use while he was little. Well, this weekend, we had to upgrade. We added the changing table extension on his chest and bought the bigger changing pad. He seems to like the larger pad and now he can kick mommy while I try to change his pants! So, since we added the extension, the changing table would no longer fit on the wall by the closet...so we had to rearrange the nursery which set off a whole house rearrange event. I change the dining room, our spare room and the hall closet. Yeah I am a glutten for punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday Carlos helped me install our 3-in-1 carseat in my car. Carlos had the carrier base in his car, so he was going to continue using the carrier until we could get a second 3-in-1. Today, when I picked up Cristian and he rode in his big boy seat for the first time, we was sooo cute. He sat up and looked out both windows. He just smiled and his eyes lit up. It was like he was watching a tennis match, his head went back and forth from window to window. It was precious! And, Carlos was cruising Craig's List and found an identical 3-in-1 for his car! He asked all the right question when talking to the seller and he promises to really check it out before agreeing to purchase. The seller is a realtor and they have planned to meet Wed. afternoon (when she is near his office showing houses). I can't wait until he gets to watch in the rear view as Cristian sits up in the truck looking back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update of our week. More pictures to come when I find time to upload them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5360973939387878339?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5360973939387878339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5360973939387878339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5360973939387878339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5360973939387878339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-as-can-be.html' title='Busy as can be.'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7496847776855747143</id><published>2008-10-26T19:59:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:36:08.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pictures</title><content type='html'>I told mommy, cut to the chase and just post pictures of me doing what I do. It's what people come for anyway!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Grammie D &amp; me at the Kyle Music Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUUkQPiXBI/AAAAAAAAALU/RFaSjfuZBco/s1600-h/100_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUUkQPiXBI/AAAAAAAAALU/RFaSjfuZBco/s320/100_0492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261634352720272402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool I decided not to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUUyOFLBVI/AAAAAAAAALc/Q9JKrNQMJy8/s1600-h/100_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUUyOFLBVI/AAAAAAAAALc/Q9JKrNQMJy8/s320/100_0494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261634592658097490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUVKDqt8aI/AAAAAAAAALk/M3AiEz7CK-o/s1600-h/100_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUVKDqt8aI/AAAAAAAAALk/M3AiEz7CK-o/s320/100_0512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261635002179645858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumperoo + TV = Complete Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUVeeeVMUI/AAAAAAAAALs/9lVByF_4tM0/s1600-h/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUVeeeVMUI/AAAAAAAAALs/9lVByF_4tM0/s320/100_0530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261635352972833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp; me taking a little nap before the UT game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUVzVvepjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P5uX2CHdvpg/s1600-h/100_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUVzVvepjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/P5uX2CHdvpg/s320/100_0533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261635711406089778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to Bee in my 1st Halloween Costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUWHuamKWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Lejl1iHfHtY/s1600-h/100_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUWHuamKWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Lejl1iHfHtY/s320/100_0536.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636061626771810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Baby Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUWZ1RMBzI/AAAAAAAAAME/wSrxj0VHyoY/s1600-h/100_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUWZ1RMBzI/AAAAAAAAAME/wSrxj0VHyoY/s320/100_0544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636372704003890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it. Can you get this thing off of me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUXC3X0lzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ouAVLpZAMTQ/s1600-h/100_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUXC3X0lzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ouAVLpZAMTQ/s320/100_0550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261637077643335474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7496847776855747143?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7496847776855747143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7496847776855747143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7496847776855747143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7496847776855747143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-pictures.html' title='Just Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SQUUkQPiXBI/AAAAAAAAALU/RFaSjfuZBco/s72-c/100_0492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1548602181376694977</id><published>2008-10-17T22:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:59:14.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Years...4 Months...2 years of remembering</title><content type='html'>Yep, I am the 31 years and Cristian is the 4 months? Bet that was hard to guess, huh? Yeah sure. Well, last Saturday I "celebrated" 31 years of life. It was a nice day: a visit to Philip's place, an AWESOME UT football game, and dinner at Pappasitos. Mom came along for dinner and we had a great time...topped off with more charms for my charm bracelet, a great piture frame, comfy PJs, and ice cream cake. Today, Cristian turned 4 months old! Somehow the time has flown. People warn you about that when they are born, but grasping the concept of flying time is wow. He smiles and giggles, burps and farts, grabs at his toys and fits his whole fist in his mouth. He watches football on the weekends and sleeps through the night. He is the keeper of my heart. Cristian had his 4 month well visit today. He weighs in at 16  pounds 1 ounce and is 27 inches tall. His weight is in the 75th percentile, his height in the 97th percentile...but his head circumference...only the 50th percentile. Yep, a peanut head. Oh well, an efficient brain does not need excessive space anyway! Oh, and I think Cristian is going to be left-handed. Too early to tell...maybe. But, he really favors his left hand. He uses it to grab toys and his bottle, while the right just kind of lays there...always the 2nd to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15th is pregnancy and infant loss rememberence day (hence, the 2 years of remembering). So, on my way home Wednesday I stopped by to see Philip. Twice in one week...I haven't done that in some time. I pass the cemetary everyday driving home, but most days I just want to get Cristian as fast as I can. I spent many afternoons when I was pregnant visiting Philip and now I don't always feel like I have time. It was nice to spend a little time with him alone. I can't believe March will be 2 years. Again, my how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the week has been a busy one. Here are a few new pictures of Cristian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate gelato, cleaned the cup, then gave Cristian a new look...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPlcX3d9YoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VYmnPb7Orrw/s1600-h/100_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPlcX3d9YoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VYmnPb7Orrw/s320/100_0485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258335605028119170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian's first rice cereal...he likes it, he really likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPlcvxt3MFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Wt2Jp0e38ps/s1600-h/100_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPlcvxt3MFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Wt2Jp0e38ps/s320/100_0487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258336015801069650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you move a little faster with that spoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPldEFnwWNI/AAAAAAAAALE/DiLeb44eIL8/s1600-h/100_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPldEFnwWNI/AAAAAAAAALE/DiLeb44eIL8/s320/100_0488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258336364741548242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll just suck the excess off your arm. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPldfHmhDKI/AAAAAAAAALM/jGEWxaTRDQE/s1600-h/100_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPldfHmhDKI/AAAAAAAAALM/jGEWxaTRDQE/s320/100_0489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258336829129690274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1548602181376694977?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1548602181376694977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1548602181376694977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1548602181376694977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1548602181376694977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/10/31-years4-months2-years-of-remembering.html' title='31 Years...4 Months...2 years of remembering'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SPlcX3d9YoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VYmnPb7Orrw/s72-c/100_0485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-2728271682830868974</id><published>2008-10-03T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:30:43.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE TO RANT...</title><content type='html'>WARNING...THIS POST CONTAINS ALOT OF OPINION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Cristian is here, Carlos and I finally "get" it...the big picture...the love of your children. Now that we get it, it makes it even more confusing when we hear of people hurting their children. I don't mean abusing them, obviously with or without children you would be appalled by abuse. I am talking about just the average, everyday, ignoring of kids. Even before I had kids I didn't understand it and now I find it even more unforgiveable. I look at Cristian and I can not imagine not seeing him everyday and hearing all his tales as he grows. I can not imagine missing a sporting event or recital or concert that he is performing in. I can not imagine leaving him with his grandparents for weeks at a time (maybe one week...when he is much, much older...yeah, I'm pretty attached right now! Sorry Mom!). Kids need attention...lots of attention. And, you WILL have to give up many of your selfish needs for them. A roof and food is not parenting, that is caregiving and that is not enough for raising children. You will also be expected to not be their "friend" but be their "PARENT". Children can make their own friends, what they need from Mom AND Dad is parenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I remind you pregnancy is completely PREVENTABLE. If you don't want the responsibility of children then don't have any. If you do not want to be a parent you don't have to be. Instead of abortions, lets hand out contraceptives so we never have to cross that bridge. This is not rocket science people. We all know how babies are made. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant, that is so one of my hot buttons, and it has been coming up in conversations alot this week (Have you heard about the guy who left 9 kids ages 1 to 17 at a Hospital in Nebraska?) I had to get that off my chest. Thanks for "listening". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please appreciate your little &lt;strong&gt;miracles&lt;/strong&gt;, you will never get a second chance to raise them and enjoy all the stages they go through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-2728271682830868974?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/2728271682830868974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=2728271682830868974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2728271682830868974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2728271682830868974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-to-rant.html' title='HAVE TO RANT...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6696663223416656972</id><published>2008-09-28T13:53:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:06:04.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Law!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited today to open my email and find that a new law will soon be signed by President Bush. This new law will give parents who have received pre-natal diagnosis of Trisomy 13, 18, 21 (Down's) and other genetic syndromes access to information about their diagnosis and networks that could offer assistance and support. This is a BIG victory for families (like us) facing those difficult decisions. We were blessed to have doctors that (for the most part) supported us and gave us all the info they could. We also had friends and family that supported us and gave so much during our journey with Philip. I have been so amazed and saddened by the stories from other familes that were not so lucky. They had doctors and worse, friends and family, that were not supportive or helpful. They were given inaccurate information and made life altering decisions based on that bad info; having to live with the consequences. Hopefully this new law will insure that families are making decisions based on facts and not opinions. So they can be really comfortable with all the decisions they make regarding their little babies. Here is a link if you want to read more about the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.trisomy18.org/site/DocServer/S_1810_passed_by_House.pdf?docID=1041&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with this good news, I have spent much of my day thinking about my little Philip. Here he is, with a few new pics of little brother Cristian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_fEdE9RKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lM5Fe3ZFvjw/s1600-h/060_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_fEdE9RKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lM5Fe3ZFvjw/s320/060_60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251160958155179170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_fbUQgQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dQo2K3HikuM/s1600-h/065_65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_fbUQgQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/dQo2K3HikuM/s320/065_65.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251161350924682178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_hsUXHP3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmqAzQ7pIpA/s1600-h/101_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_hsUXHP3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmqAzQ7pIpA/s320/101_0210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251163842033434482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_h9QRbqLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QRzICDXrreE/s1600-h/101_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_h9QRbqLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QRzICDXrreE/s320/101_0214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251164132993640626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6696663223416656972?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6696663223416656972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6696663223416656972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6696663223416656972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6696663223416656972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-law.html' title='New Law!!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SN_fEdE9RKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lM5Fe3ZFvjw/s72-c/060_60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5321847192792306091</id><published>2008-09-18T07:10:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:10:13.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months old...</title><content type='html'>Look how cute I am in my 3-month pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJFbS_ksoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oQO4olCkyyk/s1600-h/101_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247332851097318018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJFbS_ksoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oQO4olCkyyk/s320/101_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to sure about this whole sitting up thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJFwUr1WWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gHV1HrRAyTo/s1600-h/101_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247333212328647010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJFwUr1WWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gHV1HrRAyTo/s320/101_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really prefer my back better, especially when I watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJF24233uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TijjwMabMqA/s1600-h/101_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247333325117841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJF24233uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TijjwMabMqA/s320/101_0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to tell mom I was so over the photoshoot, but she just kept snapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Cristian to Pappasitos for his 3 month birthday dinner last night. He didn't get to have any of the delicious food or margaritas, but he enjoyed sitting outside on the patio and watching the waterfall while mommy and daddy cleaned their plates. We even threw pennies into the fountain with wishes for both Cristian and Philip. It was fun. We haven't really had a whole lot of family time outside the house since Cristian was born, so this was such a treat. Carlos has taken to saying that everyday is Christmas at our house. Cristian is our daily gift that keeps on giving. We are amazed everyday as he takes in the world around him and continues to change and grow. We are so in awe of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5321847192792306091?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5321847192792306091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5321847192792306091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5321847192792306091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5321847192792306091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-months-old.html' title='3 months old...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SNJFbS_ksoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oQO4olCkyyk/s72-c/101_0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7603735893192259799</id><published>2008-09-14T08:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:16:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks has been pretty busy. Work is starting to pick up, the fall is our busy season. Sorry for the lack of a post in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian had a cold last week. We took him to the doc on Tues just to make sure it wasn't an infection. Luckily, just a cold. He has gained another pound and another inch! 14 1/2 pounds and 25 inches long. This kid is so tall...must get that from Daddy! Our doc is so great, everytime we go he teaches us something new. This time we learned to put vaseline on the end of the rubber sucker thingy before putting it in Cristian's nose. Apparently, the rubber can take some of the inner nose skin off if you use it without the vaseline! I had no idea. Poor kid, no wonder he hates that thing! Bad Mom, Bad Mom. Cristian sat on Daddy's lap for most of the appointment listening to everything the doc said. His only objection came in the form of a raised eyebrow when the discussion turned to the role of vaseline in assisting in the relief of constipation. He didn't seem too keen on that one. The raised eyebrow got a big grin and laugh from the doc. My kid, what a comedian. In the end, we are rockin' the saline nose drops and moving past the "first cold". The jury is still out on the constipation assist, I am hoping a little extra H2O in his bottle will do the job and we won't have to cross that bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for those of you who have sweetly asked, my family is all safe and sound after the hurricane. Ike did very little damage to the houses of my family and my Aunt Ellen and Uncle Carl were able to fly out of Louisianna to make their Alaskan cruise! I wish I could have gone with them...I hear those Alaskan cruises are relaxing and the scenery is fantastic! Plus, I wouldn't have to squeeze my two babies in two years butt into a bathing suit! Double bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Cristian LOVES football! He hangs out with Dad in the recliner and watches game after game! Here are some recent pictures with all his longhorn gear! And that outfit...a size 12 months! It's big on the sides, but lengthwise...perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SM755Pk8J3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-2SJ_4rqJL0/s1600-h/cristian+longhorn+3+months+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SM755Pk8J3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-2SJ_4rqJL0/s320/cristian+longhorn+3+months+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246405377762535282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles!!! I tried to get the raised eyebrow, but my camera is too slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SM76a5d3DDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eKAfVfYjj6I/s1600-h/cristian+longhorn+3+months+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SM76a5d3DDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eKAfVfYjj6I/s320/cristian+longhorn+3+months+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246405955942812722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7603735893192259799?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7603735893192259799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7603735893192259799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7603735893192259799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7603735893192259799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SM755Pk8J3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-2SJ_4rqJL0/s72-c/cristian+longhorn+3+months+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-9088260254932951394</id><published>2008-08-22T17:20:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:00:17.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months old! &amp; other stuff</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm a little late on this one...but it has been a long two weeks. We took Cristian in for his 2 month appt Tuesday before last. He was 13 pounds 8 ounces and 23 7/8 inches long. Pretty much, 2 feet tall. He got a big round of shots...2 in his left thigh, 3 in his right thigh and one oral vaccination. He was such a trooper and didn't even cry very much. He was on Tylenol for 24 hours, but after that he was fine. Here is his 2 month picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdP0hBQOjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_RwanqSlWNs/s1600-h/9+wk+bear+chair.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdP0hBQOjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_RwanqSlWNs/s320/9+wk+bear+chair.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239744455104281138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent last Saturday night at Mom's celebrating her birthday. Her actual day was Monday, so we celebrated early. Poor thing, she had to celebrate her birthday on her first day back to work (the first day of school). Aaarrrgggghhh. Anyway, Colleen, Carlos, Cristian, Lisa, Franny &amp; Zooey all came and had dinner and dessert. It was so much fun and we had enough babies to go around!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you have noticed that Lisa is so kindly customizing my blog! Isn't it so cute! I think she felt sorry for my templated blog and she knew (old cheapskate that I am) I would never pay to have it done, nor do I have any tech skills to do it myself. Leave it to Crafty Lisa to step in and help me out! Thank you Ms Lisa, I owe you! Here are a few more pics of the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdVFgJi7xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AXSTXMNuB-s/s1600-h/milk+tipsy.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdVFgJi7xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AXSTXMNuB-s/s320/milk+tipsy.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239750244486541074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk tipsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdXIvEp6fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sri4VVTTjD4/s1600-h/early+introduction.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdXIvEp6fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sri4VVTTjD4/s320/early+introduction.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239752499055421938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his long horn mobile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-9088260254932951394?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/9088260254932951394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=9088260254932951394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/9088260254932951394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/9088260254932951394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-months-old-other-stuff.html' title='2 months old! &amp; other stuff'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SLdP0hBQOjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_RwanqSlWNs/s72-c/9+wk+bear+chair.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4837925542035970063</id><published>2008-08-13T23:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:45:11.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Day...</title><content type='html'>...wasn't so bad. And, I hate to admit it, but going back to work was a nice break. Cristian has been pretty fussy the last few days and like most moms, I was feeling quite helpless when all of my efforts to sooth him didn't work. So...after a few days of feeling like the worst mommy ever I took a day off and went to work. It was great to catch up on all the latest gossip and to see all my friends. The best part of my job is defineatly the people...they are the reason I show up every day. So, the break was nice, but I am not looking forward to tomorrow. At some point the newness will wear off and everyone will expect me to actually work. I assume that at some point I will also start to really miss my little guy and being away will get harder. Oh well, I should wait to worry about those things later. For now, I will revel in a good day (minus my computer being down and IT totally blowing me off). Yes, the cup is always half empty. Oh, this is the picture I printed for my desk...isn't he totally adorable? You can't see it, but this onsie says: "Turtley Awesome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SKOxvHsHZrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NM2IxoYc2jE/s1600-h/on+my+desk.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SKOxvHsHZrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NM2IxoYc2jE/s320/on+my+desk.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222615010698930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4837925542035970063?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4837925542035970063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4837925542035970063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4837925542035970063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4837925542035970063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-day.html' title='The BIG Day...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SKOxvHsHZrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NM2IxoYc2jE/s72-c/on+my+desk.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6138276303070110478</id><published>2008-08-09T00:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:18:49.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, it has finally come...in one week I will be back at work. Oh what a sad day that will be. I can't even comprehend how I will survive. 8 weeks sure does have a way of speeding by when you are caring for a newborn. I really thought it would &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; longer. I suppose it is fitting that my first day back will be "hump day". Maybe the irony will help me "get over the hump" so to speak. We will see. Luckily Cristian will be staying with a friend of ours, so at least he will be safe and spoiled (she will not be caring for any other children, just Cristian). Please pray for us as we begin this new chapter...or you could just pray that we win the lottery in the next week, so I can just stay home (and &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;, we have been buying tickets). Ok, that's not fair, praying for us to win the lottery. Just pray that you will win and you can give us some! Kidding...sort of. I have been totally procrastinating about this whole thing. Way back when Cristian was 1 week old I started having anxiety attacks about the day I would have to leave him...so instead of continuing down that path, I just took up procrastination. I stopped thinking about it and tried my best to "put it in God's hands". Now, less than 1 week away and I am feeling better than anticipated. No anxiety attacks...yet. Although, I am still holding on to the whole lottery idea. Someone's gotta win, why not us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6138276303070110478?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6138276303070110478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6138276303070110478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6138276303070110478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6138276303070110478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-countdown-begins.html' title='And the Countdown Begins'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-2862152453323633136</id><published>2008-08-05T21:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:54:04.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Mommies</title><content type='html'>Lisa &amp; family moved to Austin this weekend so Mom and I kept the girls all weekend!! Sure, their parents were there in the evening and Grandma came by on Sunday, but otherwise we each got a girl at all times. It was so much fun! Cristian hasn't really started interacting yet, he spends most of his time sleeping. The girls however are really cute. They laugh and smile when you talk to them and they even coo. They are precious. Here is a picture of Grammie with all the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpALFbYuWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I4EYIoMx1SY/s1600-h/Grammie+%2B+3.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpALFbYuWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I4EYIoMx1SY/s320/Grammie+%2B+3.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231564476324034914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Cristian fulfilled every man's fantasy when he got to sleep with twins! Hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpBavx091I/AAAAAAAAAGE/59CjSkFWhvk/s1600-h/3+asleep.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpBavx091I/AAAAAAAAAGE/59CjSkFWhvk/s320/3+asleep.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231565844902115154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all the move talk, Carlos and I are talking about moving. I want to be closer to my Mom and Carlos would love to move back to Austin. Strangely, Mom's house is the same time difference from my office as our house...and she lives in a completely different city! Oh, here is another one of my faves.&lt;br /&gt;......Hear No Evil.....Speak No Evil......See No Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpEas-GtpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZcmZlYw2pb0/s1600-h/No+Evil.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpEas-GtpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZcmZlYw2pb0/s320/No+Evil.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231569142683186834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpG5amAnFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BWZpp8W6_js/s1600-h/3s+a+charm.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpG5amAnFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BWZpp8W6_js/s320/3s+a+charm.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231571869349485650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-2862152453323633136?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/2862152453323633136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=2862152453323633136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2862152453323633136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2862152453323633136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-at-mommies.html' title='Weekend at Mommies'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJpALFbYuWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I4EYIoMx1SY/s72-c/Grammie+%2B+3.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7575067880201048453</id><published>2008-07-31T22:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:15.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole...</title><content type='html'>...a really great idea! So, I was blog surfing or blog stalking or blog browsing, whatever you call it (I am so lame when it comes to the proper tech term). Anyway, I was checking out a blog linked from one of my favorite Christian blogs (Jesus related, not my baby related) and I totally stole the best idea. So, this new mom decided to document her little guys growth by taking a picture of him each month laying/sitting on the same stuffed chair. Isn't that brilliant? I know, you are thinking "Stacey. Really. Have you not heard of this before or thought of it yourself?" And, the answer is NO. I am so overwelmed with the whole idea of being a Mom I have completely lost my creative brain. Instead of looking for it, I have just decided to steal really great ideas from other people. With that said, here is Cristian's first photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKLA1fJxUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0bGQ9GJKZQo/s1600-h/6+wk+bear+chair.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKLA1fJxUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0bGQ9GJKZQo/s320/6+wk+bear+chair.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394963804570946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool that I just happened to have a little stuffed bear chair? Thank you Jessica, creative Mom that I do not know, for the awesome idea. I hope you don't mind that I stole it (Hey, I gave you full creative credit!). BTW- My oldest friend (of 25 years...yep, we have known each other since we were 5) is moving to Austin from Dallas!!! We will now be a little under two hours away from each other!!! Welcome back Lisa, Joe and the little ladies!!! Oh, here are a few recent pics of our little man. Isn't he the cutest thing you have ever seen? yes, I know he is!!! I just wish I could get him smiling and laughing...everytime I try to take a pic, he yells at me. I guess that is why I am always taking sleeping pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKHtzyDB-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/u2Rtv66QlSU/s1600-h/sleeping.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKHtzyDB-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/u2Rtv66QlSU/s320/sleeping.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229391338394552290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKI6w-zV0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8wgF9fpotq4/s1600-h/with+Dad.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKI6w-zV0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8wgF9fpotq4/s320/with+Dad.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229392660492670786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7575067880201048453?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7575067880201048453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7575067880201048453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7575067880201048453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7575067880201048453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-stole.html' title='I stole...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SJKLA1fJxUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0bGQ9GJKZQo/s72-c/6+wk+bear+chair.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4420183059974282349</id><published>2008-07-19T12:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:15.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Like a Weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SIK9npAKLmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YGe12a5g9u4/s1600-h/1+month+old!2.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SIK9npAKLmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YGe12a5g9u4/s320/1+month+old!2.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224947006422265442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian is one month old, so yesterday we went to the doctor to have him checked out. He is 23 inches long and 10 pounds 6 ounces. That translates to a growth of 2 pounds in just the last 2 weeks!!! I had to ask his doc if that would continue...as I really don't want to have a 30 pound 6-month old. He laughed of course, but did reasure me that although his current growth is quite normal it will not continue. Thank God! Oh, and he also suggested we start offering Cristian 6 ounces at each feeding to get him fuller and span out his feedings. Now that he is getting 1/2 formula and 1/2 breast milk in his bottles he could stand to eat more less often. I was totally on board with that so we started yesterday with his afternoon feeding. He is sleeping longer, already, so that is a pleasant surprise. The only downside is he will be getting more formula instead of 1/2 and 1/2, seeing as although he will be eating more, I am not producing more. I could barely keep up with the 4 ounce feedings, now with 6 he is out of luck. Oh well, some is better than none and pumping is far better than breatfeeding all day (in my opinion). Don't get me wrong, I loved avoiding washing bottles those first few weeks, but once Cristian starting feeding for hours at a time, I wore thin pretty quickly. Thank heaven for bottles. I can pump in 15 minutes and Cristian eats in 30, so we are really enjoying all the new free time...well I am really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been keeping my nieces for the last week and she will be taking them home on Monday. Cristian and I will be going with her for the quick trip north and boy am I excited. On the way back from my brother's we are going to stop in Dallas to see my friend Lisa and her twin girls. The girls are a few months older than Cristian and super cute! We visited when they were 2 weeks old, but the've changed so much since then. I can not wait to see them this week! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie, a very dear friend of my mom's just returned from Italy this week and she brought Cristian a rosary. Not just any rosary, a rosary from the Vatican, blessed by Pope Benedict. How cool is that? My mom bought my nieces similar ones several years ago when she was there and now Cristian has his own. Just a side note: Did you know that Pope Benedict had a brother with Down's Syndrome that was killed by the Nazi's? I just read that this week. I think that is such a blessing for the Pope to know first hand what beauty there is in special children (like our Philip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SIK1KhIGmnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5uwGwRL9jVs/s1600-h/Rosary.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SIK1KhIGmnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5uwGwRL9jVs/s320/Rosary.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224937709998873202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4420183059974282349?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4420183059974282349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4420183059974282349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4420183059974282349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4420183059974282349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-like-weed.html' title='Growing Like a Weed'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SIK9npAKLmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YGe12a5g9u4/s72-c/1+month+old!2.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6438143565266590717</id><published>2008-07-10T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:15.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Swing, Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SHapxCyrFgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u8QK6AegeDI/s1600-h/swing!.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SHapxCyrFgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u8QK6AegeDI/s320/swing!.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221547478010762754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a swing for Cristian and so far it is a hit...sort of. He pretty much puts up with it for about 20 minutes before putting out his bottom lip and crying. I thought it might be a way for me to get some things done around the house since he pretty much refuses to be put down...even in sleep. But...unless he changes his mind and sticks in for longer than 20 minutes, we are at his mercy. You can tell by the picture he was really not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to giving me some time to say, pee, we also thought the swing might give Cristian something soothing. We are pretty sure he is experiencing some growing pains. He is also having some issues transitioning from breast feeding to bottle feeding. So, we thought the swing might sooth him and take his mind off his hard life as a 3 week old. So, now that we have discovered that isn't going to work, does anyone have any suggestions? We haven't been swaddling him because he really likes to stretch, but Carlos' co-worker suggested that we try that. It is supposed to give him some sense of comfort, maybe help him to relax. We will defineatly try that, but are open to other suggestions. I think that he will relax once we have more of a feeding schedule set. Up until now we have been feeding on demand, but with pumping and bottle feeding, I would like for Cristian to eat on more of a schedule (if possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have been spending this week adjusting and just making it through the days. Cristian does sleep and eat rather well at night, so I will never complain about that...it is just the hours when we are alone together that he likes to put me through the ringer. Could I already be paying for my raising? Surely not this early?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6438143565266590717?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6438143565266590717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6438143565266590717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6438143565266590717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6438143565266590717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-swing-growing-pains.html' title='New Swing, Growing Pains'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SHapxCyrFgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u8QK6AegeDI/s72-c/swing!.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3620979405110642762</id><published>2008-07-03T22:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:16.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2YcNStrxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ioWAsR5fm8g/s1600-h/100_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2YcNStrxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ioWAsR5fm8g/s320/100_0351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218995153564184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I took Cristian to his 2 week doctors appt. yesterday. He gained 12 ounces in the past week! He is up to 8 pounds 7 ounces. He has gained over 2 inches in two weeks! He is now 21 1/4 inches long. I can not believe he is getting so big...I can actually see the difference. He has started adding on his 2nd chin, which I love. And, his thighs are starting to get chubby! He is still eating well and behaving most of the time. The last few days he has started eating so much, that I have to stop nursing after awhile because I am sore and we have been supplementing with formula. That is fine except that the formula gives him gas (which he doesn't get with breastmilk) and it takes some time after a feeding for him to get it out and settle down. I am starting to pump after feedings in hopes to supplement with breastmilk instead of formula. I don't like to see him frustrated and gassy, I also don't like the sound of him excersizing his lungs during the frustration. :-0&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am doing good...very tired...very tired...very tired...but good. Carlos has been enjoying working at Pappasitos. He finished their training program tonight, so he will start working tables tomorrow. To start on a holiday weekend is going to be good. He will stay busy and (hopefully) bring in some big tips! This baby stuff is expensive...and we're breastfeeding! I can only imagine our weekly bill if we were formula feeding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how big I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2XttOiaYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qRZr-urE23A/s1600-h/100_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2XttOiaYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qRZr-urE23A/s320/100_0349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994354682751362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squish my face when I wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2X9E5iQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-g7K-BxYRpg/s1600-h/100_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2X9E5iQyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-g7K-BxYRpg/s320/100_0342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994618735149858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my big feet...just like my big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2YJNmuGLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M2twLOIquOk/s1600-h/100_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2YJNmuGLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M2twLOIquOk/s320/100_0338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994827230582962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3620979405110642762?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3620979405110642762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3620979405110642762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3620979405110642762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3620979405110642762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-weeks-old.html' title='2 weeks old!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SG2YcNStrxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ioWAsR5fm8g/s72-c/100_0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1618005688219594864</id><published>2008-06-26T10:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:17.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Philip's Gift</title><content type='html'>After Philip died, my good friend Mandy brought me an orchid plant. Her mom saw it at a store and bought it for me because it reminded her of Philip. For those of you that did not meet Philip, here is a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGO1KySzPdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h9Il0pmi0C4/s1600-h/Philip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGO1KySzPdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h9Il0pmi0C4/s320/Philip+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216211990329114066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see his cleft was quite severe. However, that is exactly what my friend's mom thought reminded her of an orchid flower. The plant was quite beautiful (with several blooms) and (luckily) it came with a set of instructions. Let's be honest, I am so the "killer of plants". Even my "unkillable" monkey grass by the front walk has died. So, I followed the instructions perfectly to try and reverse my bad fortune with the orchid. I wanted so badly for it to live. Well, it has been over a year and the plant leaves have grown. About a month before Cristian was born, a new stem began to sprout from the base. I was so excited that I had not killed it! A week before Cristian was born the first flower bloomed. Now, one week after Cristian's birth the orchid has four beautiful blooms. We have decided that it is Philip's welcome home to Cristian. Four blooms for our now family of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGO1ZJMkRcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/82bDlCOo1FQ/s1600-h/100_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGO1ZJMkRcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/82bDlCOo1FQ/s320/100_0332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216212236995151298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1618005688219594864?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1618005688219594864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1618005688219594864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1618005688219594864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1618005688219594864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/philips-gift.html' title='Philip&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGO1KySzPdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h9Il0pmi0C4/s72-c/Philip+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6306740061100285700</id><published>2008-06-24T21:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:17.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On week old</title><content type='html'>Cristian is one week old today. This morning my mom took us to HEB for Cristian's first shopping trip. I figured if we went early the place would be empty and no one would try to touch him or anything. It was fun, too bad he slept through the whole thing! We also weighed him...well we weighed us while holding him...anyway he is back up to his birth weight and that made me feel good. I guess the breastfeeding is working. Cristian will have his first doctors appointment tomorrow. We are really happy with our pediatrician so I am excited to see him tomorrow. I guess he will confirm Cristian's weight and hopefully make me feel better about his health. Yep, I am still feeling uneasy. I guess it is a combo of the baby blues, lack of sleep, and overwelmingness of it all. I have cried more than a few times...mostly just because I am constantly worried. Worried that something bad will happen or Cristian will get sick and I won't see it until he is really sick etc. etc. Just silly worries that I should not be wasting my time with, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant I kept telling my boss that I would be returning to work, because I have to. And yes, that hasn't changed, but I am now understanding what she meant when she said it would be harder than I thought. I am now looking 7 weeks from now when I have to leave him behind to return to work and I am already freaking out. I can not imagine how I am going to get through that. I now get what my boss was trying to tell me. One more thing I am worrying about. Can't I just win the lotto or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be positive, sorry. So the baby is cuter every day and makes these really funny faces when he sleeps and you can hear his farts from across the room. He is calm and sweet (except when you wipe his jewels during a diaper change...he doesn't like anyone near the jewels). When he is hungry and I can't get my shirt off quick enough, he moves his arms up and down with fists of fury (I call them angry arms) and barks at me (no cries, just little yells for me to move it along). He falls asleep when he eats and drools milk...it is really cute and makes me laugh everytime. Here is a picture of him in his visor. We added the cards, we thought the visor made him look like an old-fashioned card dealer from the wild wild west. I love this kid. What a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGHBY8774CI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7xoJeLwfnh4/s1600-h/Cristian+New+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGHBY8774CI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7xoJeLwfnh4/s320/Cristian+New+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215662477890281506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6306740061100285700?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6306740061100285700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6306740061100285700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6306740061100285700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6306740061100285700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-week-old.html' title='On week old'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SGHBY8774CI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7xoJeLwfnh4/s72-c/Cristian+New+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8713048927855392338</id><published>2008-06-19T14:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:18.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Booba!</title><content type='html'>Our little Cristian was born on Tuesday. We weighed in at 8 pounds 2 ounces and is 19 inches long. He has blue eyes and light brown hair. I meant to post sooner, but...we were busy! Anyway, here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baby Makes 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq9KztguFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XJ8CvadWfmA/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq9KztguFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XJ8CvadWfmA/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213687512012208210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny Named GoGo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8_xbrczI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TenQ6Xa6lhQ/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8_xbrczI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TenQ6Xa6lhQ/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213687322421982002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie D and her Sugar Booger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8eA6MB3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/RiHVxoa5rbw/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8eA6MB3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/RiHVxoa5rbw/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213686742460925810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8UeETWwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/74fppwzR7-A/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8UeETWwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/74fppwzR7-A/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213686578489285378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8LFVvTdI/AAAAAAAAADs/IQnAy8fi8oY/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq8LFVvTdI/AAAAAAAAADs/IQnAy8fi8oY/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213686417232711122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeward Bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq6Wc96ZWI/AAAAAAAAADk/twiEfLoIaWw/s1600-h/100_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq6Wc96ZWI/AAAAAAAAADk/twiEfLoIaWw/s320/100_0317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213684413530531170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also pictures that the hospital took and posted online. &lt;br /&gt;Go to www.our365.com and fill out the blanks. Cristian's pics will pop up. They are really cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8713048927855392338?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8713048927855392338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8713048927855392338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8713048927855392338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8713048927855392338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-home-booba.html' title='Welcome Home Booba!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SFq9KztguFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XJ8CvadWfmA/s72-c/Cristian%27s+Showers+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-10908936248087564</id><published>2008-06-17T06:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:10:35.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day!!!</title><content type='html'>It is 6:05 am and I have been up since 3:30. I couldn't sleep...can you blame me? Today is the day. In just a few short hours Cristian will be here and in my arms. I can not believe that one very short year ago I was just beginning my jouney of grief after losing Philip. What a turn of events...to celebrate another birth in just over a year! Yes, we really are over achievers...buying a house, two kids and a wedding all in just 22 months! How truly blessed we are. Please keep us in your prayers as we go into the hospital this morning to have a surgery (just me :-( ) and a new baby (both of us :-0 ). One of us will post pictures later today, so keep checking for those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-10908936248087564?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/10908936248087564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=10908936248087564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/10908936248087564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/10908936248087564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day!!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8052396251929871432</id><published>2008-06-11T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:34:00.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Date, New Time, Same Place</title><content type='html'>I guess someone was taking pity on me today because my doctor called to reschedule my cesarean...one day sooner! Yippee, 24 less hours Cristian can continue kicking the air out of me! Just kidding! We have rescheduled for Tuesday, June 17th at 9am. That gives me a little extra time to sleep in the morning, so that's good...even though I don't really anticipate sleeping on Monday night. In addition to just being uncomfortable, I think I might be just a bit too excited and nervous to sleep. So, after I got the call I spent the afternoon on a cloud. I only have three more days of work before 8 weeks away! This time next week, I'll be holding my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Carlos starts his new job tomorrow...well, his second job. He is going to wait tables at Pappasitos! I am so excited for him. In addition to just bringing in some extra money, I think it will give him something to do that is right up his alley. He is such a people person, his day job just doesn't give him an outlet for that. I think he is going to do great! He gets to be out and about and making money all at the same time! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8052396251929871432?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8052396251929871432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8052396251929871432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8052396251929871432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8052396251929871432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-date-new-time-same-place.html' title='New Date, New Time, Same Place'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1976023986905272498</id><published>2008-06-07T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:18.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has taken me so long to post new pictures. These are from various special occasions that have taken place over the past few months. NOTE: Although I am quite large and in charge in these photos, I am even bigger now. The most recent one was taken almost a month ago...you can imagine the belly by now. When Carlos gets home later, I will have him take new belly shots so you can see. BTW- We found out that Cristian's birthday (6-18-06) is also our good friend Rodney's birthday! Rodney was one of my brother's best friends growing up. He battled cancer several years ago before he passed away. His wife and children moved to San Antonio after he passed and it has been so wonderful seeing his kids grow-up. So, I guess, even though I didn't pick the date, it was fate. Cristian will share his birthday with an Angel (just like his brother)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqqPKEirlI/AAAAAAAAADY/DsvM73tcKHs/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqqPKEirlI/AAAAAAAAADY/DsvM73tcKHs/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209163096385564242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Shower&lt;br /&gt;"The Girls"...My wonderful team that put together this amazing shower for Cristian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqqFb_ZdqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HMavSBm9Xmo/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqqFb_ZdqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HMavSBm9Xmo/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162929397135010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli and Braden&lt;br /&gt;Braden is 3 weeks younger than Philip, so everytime I see him I think about what Philip might be doing up in heaven. Currently Braden is busy running away from grown-ups and grabbing for cameras!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqp3FMITFI/AAAAAAAAADI/buxVMLbW4-M/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqp3FMITFI/AAAAAAAAADI/buxVMLbW4-M/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162682758351954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1976023986905272498?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1976023986905272498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1976023986905272498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1976023986905272498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1976023986905272498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqqPKEirlI/AAAAAAAAADY/DsvM73tcKHs/s72-c/Cristian%27s+Showers+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8403361323791667831</id><published>2008-06-07T10:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:19.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures Continued</title><content type='html'>East Texas Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqpRmkkYhI/AAAAAAAAADA/exoGnnP2eyc/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqpRmkkYhI/AAAAAAAAADA/exoGnnP2eyc/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209162038884196882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is full of strong, cajun women. Here are just a few of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqpC_9NLcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Prn7bTqO4rM/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqpC_9NLcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Prn7bTqO4rM/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209161788000382402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Carol totally scored with Carlos...a Longhorn tricycle and a cool t-shirt for the little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqo2M9CxEI/AAAAAAAAACw/oNebU6CN4J4/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqo2M9CxEI/AAAAAAAAACw/oNebU6CN4J4/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209161568151061570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqom-ouwwI/AAAAAAAAACo/ulMuVhid7qU/s1600-h/Cristian%27s+Showers+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqom-ouwwI/AAAAAAAAACo/ulMuVhid7qU/s320/Cristian%27s+Showers+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209161306609730306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8403361323791667831?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8403361323791667831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8403361323791667831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8403361323791667831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8403361323791667831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-pictures-continued.html' title='New Pictures Continued'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/SEqpRmkkYhI/AAAAAAAAADA/exoGnnP2eyc/s72-c/Cristian%27s+Showers+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5510040424821493632</id><published>2008-06-04T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:27:34.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>False Labor 101</title><content type='html'>I spent 3 hours last night laying on the couch enjoying contractions, seven minutes apart. They weren't very uncomfortable and they never intensified or got closer together, so I wasn't too worried. Although, I really did not enjoy being tied to the couch...even with cable, there was nothing on TV. I ended up watching Shrek 3 on HBO and some HGTV. It was a good thing though, as it reminded me that I had yet to register with my short term disability provider. Duh! I was supposed to do that 2 weeks ago, but I forgot. Luckily the guy on the phnone was really sweet when I called this morning. I had to get that done or I would really be missing my paychecks over my leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian is really getting big. Although I lost 2 pounds at my appt. last week, he continues to grow and boy do I feel the difference. Every move he makes is a bit painful. 14 more days. 14 more days. I feel bad counting down. My pregnancy has been rather enjoyable and I do appreciate the miracle of it all...but...I guess I am just getting tired of being tired from fat. I am ready to be tired from a crying baby instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it must be the pregnancy brain, because I am really unorganized lately. First the short term and now this...I haven't found a pediatrician! Duh, again! Tomorrow I am on a mission...to find a baby doc. Mandy gave me the number of hers, but I kind of wanted to go with a man...just because I think that it would be better for a man to do Cristian's circumcission (don't think I spelled that right, but you get it). I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as I am comfortable with him/her. Dr. S recommended a practice that is affiliated with the hospital. I will probably try them first, I trust Dr. S. Hopefully I can get a meeting with one soon...as I don't have much time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am having more contractions tonight, so sitting in this chair is becoming increasingly uncomfortable...I gotta go now. Hope everyone is well.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5510040424821493632?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5510040424821493632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5510040424821493632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5510040424821493632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5510040424821493632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/06/false-labor-101.html' title='False Labor 101'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4270941766943949523</id><published>2008-05-31T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:23:18.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a hard time</title><content type='html'>So this week has been a rough one. Once again, my hormones are getting the best of me. I am just really missing Philip lately. I mean, I miss him everyday, but this week has been especially hard. I am on the verge of tears most days and I have had several breakdowns. It reminds me of the first few weeks after he got his wings. I just always felt like I could break down any moment. Well, I am there again. It is defineatly a combination of the open wound of his death and the fear of Cristian's arrival. I have been strugglying with the idea of replacement since before I got pregnant this time and it is still rearing its head. I just don't want Philip to feel replaced and I don't want Cristian to feel like 2nd prize. Logically, this all makes no sense...but to a grieving mom it makes perfect sense. I have been talking to some of the other moms in my support group and they totally get it, but it is still hard. The support and understanding is great, but I wish I could embrace it and move forward. I wish the other moms lived here, so we could talk in person...that would be so awesome to meet them. Oh well, the internet will have to do. Anyway, I just look at online pics of all the new babies that have been born over the past few months and they make me smile through tears. maybe I should stop, as I am obviously just torturing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I had a very productive meeting with Dr. S. yesterday. My cesarean will be at 8am on June 18th. He is confident the spinal will work and I won't have the same anethesia problems like last time. I also insisted on the glue again and he said no problem (staples really scare me). He said I could breastfeed no problem. The pain meds would not effect Cristian. That was good news, as I am looking forward to breastfeeding (kind of a 2nd place finish since I will never know the feeling of vaginal birth). Oh, and I pre-registered at the hospital. Based on Philip's birth and me never actually going into labor, Dr. S. doesn't think Cristian will come early (darn!), so he expects that by the 18th Cristian will be a good 8 1/2 to 9 pounds. Yippee! I mean, I don't have to wreste him out and I love a big 'ol fat baby! As of now, we are bags packed, carseats installed, ready for baby. Even though it looks as though we still have 18 more days to go, we are ready for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to start getting myself together emotionally. After Cristian is born, I will have him as a little distraction, but until then I am going to have to toughin' up. The next 18 days are going to be a challenge. Please pray for me, I am defineatly going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4270941766943949523?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4270941766943949523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4270941766943949523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4270941766943949523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4270941766943949523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/05/having-hard-time.html' title='Having a hard time'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4845670512188374315</id><published>2008-05-27T19:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:58:02.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>It has been weeks since my last post. I am been so busy and tired and fat...yes, I am pathetic, but I'm not just making excuses. I have been really busy in addition to constantly having to fight back the hormones. So here is an update, week by week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday May 3rd, Carlos' mom and my mom gave us a shower for Carlos' family and our SA friends. It was so nice. The weather was wonderful so the guys grilled some meat and we spent most of the day outside under the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend was our first anniversary and Mother's Day. Our anniversary was on Friday the 9th. I took the day off from work and made Carlos a red velvet cake. We decided to have El Chapparrel for dinner, which was delicious! We ate there after we got married, so it seemed fitting to have our anniversary dinner there as well. For Mother's Day we spent Saturday with my mom and Sunday with Carlos' mom. It was a nice weekend, but quite exhausting for a fat pregnant lady. Carlos is so thoughtful, he never forgets to give me a gift from Philip. This year it was one of my favorite collectables...a little wooden statue of a mom and dad holding a new baby. Just a little present from Philip to welcome home his little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent all day the 17th cleaning the garage. We had a garage sale in the morning and spent the afternoon organizing all the stuff we decided to keep. We put a shed in the backyard last year, but have already filled it...so now we had to organize the garage because it was driving me crazy. Carlos has spent the last few weeks decorating the garage with all his longhorn stuff. It actually looks pretty good. Still a little messy, but it is getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to this past weekend. My Aunt Ellen and Uncle Carl came in from East Texas to see my mom's house, so Carlos and I drove up to Kyle to enjoy the fun! It was also my Aunt Colleen's birthday (yesterday) so she came in from Austin. Saturday Carl and Carlos took the boat to Canyon Lake for fishing and watching girls in bikinis! The ladies and I went to the salon. I have been meaning to have a pedicure for several weeks now (since I haven't been able to reach my own feet without pain for over a month). So, it was just want I needed. I had my toes and my nails done. Now, if I could just shave my legs, I would be ready for the hospital! Kidding! Anyway, we had a great time all day and met up with the boys in San Marcus for dinner. Sunday, the guys left before dawn to get to the fish and the ladies laid around all morning gossiping. Hey, it's what we do best! We met the guys at the Grist Mill in Greune for lunch. Let me just say, that food was sooooo goooood!!! I have been to the resteraunt before, but never actually ate there. Mom and I split a turkey sandwich and it was devine. I didn't know a sandwich could be so good. Even though our waitress was a bit bland, she made out because the food more than made up for her attitude. We all left yesterday morning, early, but with memories a plenty of a great family weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took the day off so I could have a four-day weekend and spend some time resting. Well, that didn't happen. I don't know if it was the fact that the house was a bit of a mess or if my nesting has kicked in...but, I have spent my entire day cleaning and organizing. Mandy even came by to helping left some things that I couldn't. Normally, I have to sit down every few minutes because of my back pain, but today I was able to keep working. When I did sit, I spent the time writing Thank You notes (my work buddies gave me a shower last week at the office, it was wonderful!!). Anyway, I was able to finish so many projects, I am feeling so much better about Cristian coming home. The house looks so good, even Carlos was wowed when he got home. I even sterilized a few pacifiers so I could finish packing Cristian's bag for the hospital. So, I am ready. Cristian can come home anytime he wants now and I feel as ready as I am gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- I went to the doctor on the 16th and we set a date for the cesarean...June 18th! Mom and Carlos are convinced Cristian is going to come early, but if not, his birthday will be 6-18-08. I am really excited to have a date, but it also brings on the anxiety. Just a few more weeks...With Philip, I never planned long term, I was so focused on keeping him alive, I just never thought about it. With Cristian, things are different. I am still a bit worried that he is healthy, but even more so, I am worried that I am going to be a bad mom. I keep thinking that I am going to mess him up somehow. Not so much as a newborn, but later in his life. What if I say something that hurts his feelings and he carries it around forever...hurt on the inside??? I could not live with myself. I know, this is just hormones talking...but it's hard to remember that when I am having a meltdown. Oh well, I will make it...the next few weeks will hopefully go by really fast and Cristian will be here soon...healthy and beautiful. In fact, I have to tie up a few things this week at work, but I did tell Cristian that if he wanted to come after this Friday he was welcome to. I won't be 37 weeks until next Tuesday, but I haven't really slept in days, so I give up. He can come whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK, I having been writing for way too long...and I didn't even add pictures. Maybe tomorrow. I have a few more things to wrap-up before I get ready to go back to work tomorrow, so thanks for catching up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4845670512188374315?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4845670512188374315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4845670512188374315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4845670512188374315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4845670512188374315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-355989519543919273</id><published>2008-04-30T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:23:32.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East Texas Shower</title><content type='html'>Two weekends ago my aunts gave Carlos and I a shower for Cristian in East Texas. I was so excited to see our family and celebrate the pending arrival of our second little boy. Saturday afternoon the crowds started arriving around 3pm. By 5pm it was in full swing. There were a ton of people that came and they were all relatives! Sometimes I forget how BIG (and loud) our family is until it slaps me in the face. It was absolutely wonderful!! The best way to spend a Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite overwhelmed with the generosity of our family. Actually, I am still overwhelmed. Accepting all that love from our family was very difficult for me. Having everyone show their love in the forms of time, effort and gifts showered on us was completely surreal. I did surprise myself though…only one break down the whole time…and I managed to sneak away so not to cry in front of everyone. Thanks to Aunt Colleen for sharing her hideout and giving me a shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end we had a wonderful weekend. Gossiping and catching up with our family. After Cristian is born we would like to have another BIG get-together so everyone can meet the little guy. Hopefully my aunt &amp; uncele won’t mind loaning their house again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-355989519543919273?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/355989519543919273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=355989519543919273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/355989519543919273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/355989519543919273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/04/east-texas-shower.html' title='East Texas Shower'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7329295381163448072</id><published>2008-04-30T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:19:41.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Babies</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post for a couple of weeks now, but I have been so busy that I could not seem to find the time. Three weeks ago Carlos, my mom, and I drove up to see my friend Lisa. She and her husband have new twin girls (Franny &amp; Zooey). They are just the cutest and I could not wait to spend two days staring at them and kissing there chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice time. Lisa and Joe are great parents. They were only 2 weeks along when we went to visit and already they looked like old pros. I never had any doubts about their abilities, but you never know how people will adjust when they experience such a change in life. Lisa was already wearing her mom hat and Joe was the proud papa. Both were tired but glowing and the love in their eyes was lovely to see. It was also quite cute that with two babies no one had to share. They each had a baby at all times. I guess that could be a bit hard…2 babies needing to be fed at the same time at 2am…everybody must be up, no taking turns with 2…but, I just really think it is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, we had to leave on Sunday and come back home. I missed Lisa the minute we left. I won’t be able to travel back to Dallas until probably several months after Cristian is born, so I guess I won’t get to see the girls again until they are close to 6 months old! I wonder how F&amp;Z will react to little Cristian. I love seeing babies checking out other babies; that is always so cute. Oh well, I will just pressure Lisa to keep posting pictures on her blog so I can keep kissing F&amp;Z’s cheeks through my screen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7329295381163448072?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7329295381163448072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7329295381163448072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7329295381163448072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7329295381163448072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-of-babies.html' title='Weekend of Babies'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-3900688327084335606</id><published>2008-04-08T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:20.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R_wDUInrILI/AAAAAAAAACY/ErTVLCo2zWE/s1600-h/101_0199%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R_wDUInrILI/AAAAAAAAACY/ErTVLCo2zWE/s320/101_0199%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187024515270123698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile Shot of Little Cristian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I had another doctor’s appt. This one included a sonogram and my 28 week glucose test. I am hoping that I passed that test, because with Philip I failed by 2 points and was subjected to the 3 hour test. Yuck! I haven’t received a call from the doctor as of yet, but I have another appt. next week, so we will see. As far as the sono went, Cristian still looks healthy and is quite active (like I didn’t know that already, he’s a regular Rocky Balboa..shout out to Lisa). At one point the tech showed me his little feet moving up and down, up and down. Yep, he was doin’ a little marching on Mommy’s bladder. Hmmm, now I know what that is. I mean, I know that he moves and then I run to the ladies. But it is an eye opener to actually see him marching. Cute? Absolutely. Fun running to the ladies every ten minutes? Not so much. I did get a new picture, but it is not as clear as the pictures from the specialist, so I will post those instead. Oh, and she double-checked and yes he is still a he. We got a picture of that as well. You know, “the boy parts.” And, even though I would show you his stuff in person (I have no idea why that is an acceptable practice) I will not be posting that picture. Something illegal feeling about that whole issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, with the weather being quite delicious, we decide to open up all the windows and enjoy the breeze while we cleaned and organized the house. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Obviously I put zero thought into the time of year and the pollen count. So, two days later, I sit in agony with a stuffy (and runny) nose and a bit of a sinus infection. Nothing serious, just an allergic reaction to the outdoors. Happens every time. I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot. Saturday morning, before the genius window incident, Carlos and I went to a baby sale. Ok, they weren’t selling babies (although we would have bought one of those too), just baby stuff. The SA group for Moms of Multiples has a semi-annual sale at the Helotes Civic Center. I saw the sign on my way home Friday, which is really odd because I never go home that way. We ended up buying a gently used 3 in 1 car seat for Cristian. It matches our carrier/stroller combo and was just 90 bucks. I could not believe it (the seat retails for almost $200)! It does not even look like a kid has ever sat in it. So we totally scored. They had tons of other stuff, some of it in really good condition, but we didn’t find anything else we needed. Their next sale is in August if anyone is interested…I highly recommend checking it out and getting there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R_wB6YnrIKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I_rucOqLiP4/s1600-h/101_0195%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R_wB6YnrIKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I_rucOqLiP4/s320/101_0195%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187022973376864418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call on Saturday from my brother scolding me for not answering my dad’s phone call. I found that quite humorous since, as far as I knew, my phone had not rung all day. Anyway, my dad had indeed left me a message on my cell (still don’t know how we missed that…maybe I was in the shower, outside?) I called him back and was given an invitation to a BBQ at his house on Sunday. My father’s wife’s father (did you get that?) had a birthday last week and they decided to have a little BBQ in his honor. Well, Mr. B. is one of my favorite people, so of course we accepted. We ended up having a really good time…playing the Wii, riding in the boat, and playing a game called Whoooonu. It was a fun Sunday. Oh, and silly me, I did not take one picture. Duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW-I'll come back this evening and post some pics of the baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-3900688327084335606?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/3900688327084335606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=3900688327084335606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3900688327084335606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/3900688327084335606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap-up'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R_wDUInrILI/AAAAAAAAACY/ErTVLCo2zWE/s72-c/101_0199%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-2938507494881455291</id><published>2008-03-24T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:52:20.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping, RV Style</title><content type='html'>Carlos and I spent the weekend camping at Guadalupe State Park. It is 30 minutes from our house on 281 and 46. We had such a good time with our friends. Except for the fact that it was way more work than I expected (ccoking a meal was a whole production), it was alot of fun. We stayed in an RV, so we really didn't "ruff it". We spent all day Saturday sitting by the river, watching the kids play, and cookin' burgers. Saturday afternoon, we sat under the shade and played dominoes. It was very relaxing. Who would have thought you could be 6 1/2 months pregnant and still enjoy camping? Not me...but I do now! We are already planning another trip...after the baby comes in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had my last dr's appt. last Friday and I gained 7 pounds! Ooops! Dr. Sutton didn't seem to be bothered by it, but I was. I mean, I am all about a fat baby with big ol' cheeks, but I will have to loose that 7 pounds at some point. That is the part I am regretting. At least I don't have to push Cristian out, Dr. Sutton will get to wrestle him out, just like he did with Philip! My next appt is in 2 weeks. I can not believe I am already on the 2 week appts! Anyway, so I will have my glucose test and another sonogram. I can't wait to see how big my Cristian is. I hope we get another face shot, he is such a cutie. I never did get around to posting those last sono pics, but I will make sure to post the next ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-2938507494881455291?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/2938507494881455291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=2938507494881455291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2938507494881455291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/2938507494881455291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/03/camping-rv-style.html' title='Camping, RV Style'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-511518304446072381</id><published>2008-03-15T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:54:05.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marker Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;We met with Pete at the cemetary last Sunday and struck a deal. In addition to creating a new marker for Philip's crypt, they will also give us the ruined one. And...they will accomplish creating and installing in one week. Well, today was the day. We spent most of the day hanging out with Carlos' mom, but we made it to the cemetary around 5-ish. Yes, they did complete the new marker and they had it installed by the time we arrived. They have yet to add the flower cup, but Pete said the marble cutter would be there Monday to complete that task. The marker looks fantastic. It is different from the original because they did not have any more white marble in stock. So, the created a large black marker instead of the small black on the white background. All the other markers around Philip are white, so he gets to be different and stand out. We were cool with that. They have also offered to cut down the white marble on the first marker, so it looks better for us to take home. That should also be completed by Monday. All is well that ends well. I will post a picture soon. We forgot to bring the step stool and the crypt is rather high, so pictures from so far down tend not to come out very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-511518304446072381?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/511518304446072381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=511518304446072381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/511518304446072381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/511518304446072381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/03/marker-update.html' title='Marker Update'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-217566776410280344</id><published>2008-03-07T23:34:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:20.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I pissed off the Pope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry if my title is a bit offensive here, but I really do feel like if I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any. Have you ever had a day where you felt like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; world just refused to give you a break? Every slow car was in front of you and the red lights just don't stop. Well that was our day. As you know, Carlos and I have been making plans all week for Philip's birthday. So, we both got out of work around noon and met at home. We loaded up the car with the cake and the balloons. The plan was to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;, spend some time with Philip, then come home for a bit before meeting our friends for dinner and a movie. The plan was that although emotional, the afternoon was going to be pleasant and the evening relaxing. Our day would not be all tears, but laughs and smiles as well. So, we headed out, which is the point where our luck ran out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9IwV_zD91I/AAAAAAAAACE/6T6r3YR2Y0k/s1600-h/new+pictures+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175252076263110482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9IwV_zD91I/AAAAAAAAACE/6T6r3YR2Y0k/s320/new+pictures+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When we arrived at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;, not only was Philip's marker not up like we were promised, but there was a funeral going on at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mausoleum&lt;/span&gt;. I mean really, how dare someone have their service on our day! Kidding, of course. Since we had to wait for the service to end, we decided to go by the office and inquire about our MIA marker. Pete (his name has not been changed because I don't really care about his identity) said that because of the service, they had to wait to install the marker. By this point it is around 1:30 and Carlos and I have both gone without lunch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;So...we go to have some lunch in hopes that the marker would be installed while we were gone. An hour later, we returned to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; only to find the workers just pulling up to start work on installing the marker. By this point both Carlos and I are pretty upset. This was supposed to be done by noon, not just being started at 2:30. Carlos' office had some issues with their payroll this morning, so we needed to go by his work and pick up his check anyway...so we decided this would be a good time. Across town we headed. After picking up his check, going by the bank, and stopping by our house (the baby was jumping on my bladder), we headed back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. We were scheduled to meet our friends for dinner at 6, and we finally returned to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; at 5. Not the long afternoon with our son we had planned, but we were willing to settle for whatever this day would give us. So we got out of the car, marker in sight. As we got closer though, we realized that something was wrong. The marker had been glued to a piece of marble that was 2 inches shorter than the opening of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;crypt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9IwJPzD90I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1EPlUD7_Vq0/s1600-h/new+pictures+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175251857219778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9IwJPzD90I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1EPlUD7_Vq0/s320/new+pictures+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This day just would not let up or end. We decided to ignore the defect and spend our time with Philip. We cried and talked and read letters to our son that we had written. We lit a candle and sang happy birthday. We each ate some cake and released his balloons. It was a celebration through tears. It was as perfect as it could be. Afterward, I made Carlos drive to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; before calling Pete. I was hoping the short drive would help to calm him. It didn't. Pete made excuse after excuse, promising to replace the ruined marker with a new one ASAP. We could have anything we want free of charge. You see, the workers attached the marker to the wrong size marble slab. And, once attached, you can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unattach&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, the marker can not be used again, so they have to make a new one from scratch. Like this was their first rodeo? Like they just opened the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; yesterday? Like these guys don't do this everyday? I mean really, could my luck be any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9Iv7fzD9zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0CgYZ7xxWfw/s1600-h/new+pictures+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175251620996577074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9Iv7fzD9zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0CgYZ7xxWfw/s320/new+pictures+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Do you see the space at the top of his white marble in the picture above? If the inside lip did not come down so far, we could have see right into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;crypt&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, we made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. with Pete for Sunday. They are going to give us whatever we want and in return I want the ruined marker. I mean, they can't use it and I refuse to allow them to trash it. It is my son's and therefore, it is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;BTW- dinner was lovely and 10,000BC the movie wasn't to bad either. I expected a bit more action out of the movie, but the love story was nice too. I just wish the middle of the day could have been as enjoyable as the end. Oh well, I guess there is always next year. I sign-off exhausted and hopeful that next year someone (hey, that means you God) cuts me a little slack. &lt;/span&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/7797512688862786952-217566776410280344?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/217566776410280344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=217566776410280344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/217566776410280344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/217566776410280344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-pissed-off-pope.html' title='I think I pissed off the Pope.'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9IwV_zD91I/AAAAAAAAACE/6T6r3YR2Y0k/s72-c/new+pictures+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4634994403643891436</id><published>2008-03-07T07:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:20.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9FLd_zD9vI/AAAAAAAAABU/wZuEFPHZe98/s1600-h/Philip+and+Mommy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175000425539303154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9FLd_zD9vI/AAAAAAAAABU/wZuEFPHZe98/s320/Philip+and+Mommy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Well, today is the day...Philip's 1st Birthday. It is already a hard day and it is barely 7:30 in the morning. This time last year, Philip was 5 hours old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Carlos picked up the cake we ordered last night. It is really cute. I will take a picture of it before we cut it, so ya'll can see. When we ordered it the lady asked what we wanted it to say...without hesitation, Carlos said "Happy Birthday Son!" I had to laugh because it was so funny and really cute at the same time. In the end we decided with "Happy Birthday Philip". In addition to the cake, we are going to release 3 ballons today. One for each of us (Cristian will get his own balloon). Carlos and I will write messages to Philip and attach them to the balloons before releasing them. We plan to spend the afternoon at the cemetary hanging out with Philip. It's a funny thing, death, it makes you do things you never thought you would. If you would have told me (even just 2 years ago) that I would want to spend an afternoon at the cemetary I would have said you were crazy. And today, I can think of no better way to spend an afternoon. It's strange how things work and how your perceptions change with time and circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;On of the wonderful mom's in my online supprt group sent me a candle lighting ceremony. It is a lovely tradition Carlos and I will start tomorrow, for Philip's feast day (the day he went with God). BTW- we have Philip's story posted at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingwithtrisomy13.org/MemoriesOfPhillipP.htm"&gt;http://www.livingwithtrisomy13.org/MemoriesOfPhillipP.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;You can also check out some of the other babies on the site, all of them were born with some version of Patau's Syndrome (Trisomy 13). Philip is part of the Treasured Memories albums, but you can click on the Children Living With Trisomy 13 link at the top of the page to read about so many sweet babies, children, teens, and adults who are living with this syndrome. It is amazing how all of us were told our babies were "not compatible with life", but many of us experienced our children living and breathing, proving those docstors wrong. The mom that gave me the candle lighting is one of the mom's from this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;So, I think I have prepared myself as best I can for the upcoming days. I am hopeful that, once again, Philip's life will pull Carlos and I closer together. I have posted a picture of our little guy in his "coming home outfit". It was the first thing I bought for him when we found out we were going to have a boy. It is the cutest velour jogging suit ever. Light blue with a hood and tiny pockets on the jacket. Thank goodness I bought a 3 month size, as he fit just perfect in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;BTW- Carlos has changed his mind...Cristian will not have an "h" in his name. My bad. So here it is...new and improved: Cristian Alejandro Palacios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4634994403643891436?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4634994403643891436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4634994403643891436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4634994403643891436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4634994403643891436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-son.html' title='Happy Birthday Son!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R9FLd_zD9vI/AAAAAAAAABU/wZuEFPHZe98/s72-c/Philip+and+Mommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1290573554481336324</id><published>2008-03-05T08:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:47:51.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Weekend, Long Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Like all weekends, this past one was short. I spent Saturday working on the Nursery and organizing closets. I am preparing to have a garage sale in the next few weeks, so I have been cleaning out and filling the garage with all kinds of unneeded stuff we have been holding on to. Carlos was helping his mom's boyfriend all day, so I was alone, but I accomplished so much. I had lost a well fought battle last Friday with a migraine that would not quit, so I was happy to wake up Saturday feeling good and motivated. On Sunday we went to register and ended up meeting my mom and having lunch as well. Shortly after, the migraine returned and Carlos had to take me home. I spent the afternoon moaning and groaning with a cold compress on my head trying to sleep. Thank goodness it finally supsided by early evening and we were able to enjoy dinner and some TV before bed. In the end, we did get registered at Babies R Us and Target, and I was able to finish prepping the Nursery. I suppose that was a success considering I only felt good on one day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;So far this week has dragged on...I woke up this morning thinking "It's ONLY Wednesday! Arggghh!" I guess I am a bit stressed because Friday will be Philip's 1st birthday. I went by the cemetary last Staurday to sign off on the design of his plaque. They assured me that it would be completed and installed this Thursday afternoon or Friday morning. Carlos and I ordered a little cake Monday night, which we will pick up on Thursday. We both have to work on Friday, but we plan to leave early so we can spend the afternoon with Philip. I know it is only the anticipation that is stressing me out, as the actual day will be wonderful despite the circumstance, but it is still hard. One year ago today, Mandy took me to my doctor and then to the hospital where I was admitted and induced. It is going to be a hard couple of days thinking back to what I was doing one year ago. Each day between now and the 10th are saturated with memories...good and bad. I suppose I could have taken vacation days, but I think maybe that would have been harder...like the 6 weeks of maternity leave that I spent alone at home. Those were the hardest weeks, made worse because I had no distractions but daytime TV. In the end, I know everything will be fine. We will enjoy Philip's birthday because we will reminince about the wonderful gifts he gave us and the impact he made on our lives...especially the gift of Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;On a more uplifting note, we are planning to see the movie 10,000B.C. this weekend. The previews look great, so I can't wait. Carlos has an old friend named Sam who is married to a woman name Alba. They are a really great couple and we all get along quite well. Anyway, we have gone out to eat and to the movies with them a few times, so they will be meeting us to see this one as well. It is kind of funny, Alba speaks very little English and I speak no Spanish, but somehow we manage to understand each other. She is such a nice person, it has been a blessing for us to have found another couple that we get along with so well. Many of our friends are in different stages of their lives and different ages (and different towns). Sam and Alba are very much like us, similar in age, and in the same family expanding stage (and they live down the street). Anyway, it is nice to be able to hang out with such similar characters as ourselves! I will let ya'll know how the movie is and if it is worth the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1290573554481336324?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1290573554481336324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1290573554481336324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1290573554481336324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1290573554481336324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-weekend-long-week.html' title='Short Weekend, Long Week'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5133854153122790816</id><published>2008-02-26T10:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:04:48.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We decided on a name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Last night we finally agreed on a name for our newest family member...Christian Alejandro Palacios. We haven't decided whether to keep the "h" or not (Cristian), but at least I can start calling my boy by his name. Carlos really wanted a Jr., but we compromised and they will have the same initials instead (CAP). Philip looked very much like his dad (dark hair and olive skin) and I was worried this baby would come out light skinned and blond. So I really wanted a name that would work either way. This one fits the bill and it just feels like the right name. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Mom and I visited my brother and SIL this weekend. We had such a blast playing with my nieces and catching up. On Sunday, we stopped in Dallas on the way home to visit my old friend Lisa. Our family moved next door to her's when I was 5, so we have been friends for a long, long time. She is currently several weeks away from her first labor experience...except she will be delivering TWINS! Double the pain, double the blessings! Anyway, it was so great to see her and her husband and her parents. We had a lovely lunch and I really enjoyed checking out her girl's nursery and all the cool stuff she had waiting for their arrival. She even let me rub her belly! I love the belly rub! It was a great weekend. I can't wait to meet her babies, Lisa is half hispanic and her husband is anglo. Carlos and I are basically the opposite combination, so I can't wait to see what the girls look like. And...which one will be my future daughter in law! LOL! Franny Palacios...Zooey Palacios...either or works for me! Just kidding...our kids will defineatly be friends but anything beyond will be for them to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were away this weekend, I did not have time to scan the sono pictures. I will try to fit that in this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more thing, my friend Christina had her son Noah this past Saturday (3 weeks early). I think it might of had something to do with that full moon Friday night. Anyway, mommy and baby are doing great and went home yesterday. Christina and her husband have waited a long time for Noah and I am over the moon for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5133854153122790816?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5133854153122790816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5133854153122790816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5133854153122790816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5133854153122790816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-decided-on-name.html' title='We decided on a name!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6863398193886139464</id><published>2008-02-20T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:26:22.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonogram Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;So, if you scroll down you will see some pictures I posted. I finally learned how...yeah! In addition to those, I am going to scan my pics from the sono sometime in the next few days and post those as well. I am so excited to share the newest pictures of our son with everyone! Yes, I said son! So much for mother's intuition...I really thought this little guy was a little gal! Carlos was the only one who believed we would have another boy... and he has enjoyed telling me "I told you so" everyday since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend went by and I was counting the hours until the sonogram; anxious to hear how this new baby was faring on the inside. We only had to wait about 10 minutes after we arrived at the office before they took us back. You know, with Philip we had so many sonograms and it always amazed me how they could tell so quickly that something was wrong. To me, the pictures were too fuzzy. I could sort of get what they were saying, but without a baseline for comparison, Philip looked fine to me. Well, let me tell you, I can sure see the differences now. It happened so quickly for both myself and for Carlos. The minute we looked at this little one we could tell the difference. His heart, brain, and face looked completely different than Philip’s. The doctor told us that he looks very healthy and is developing right on target. Now that we had a baseline, it made it so much easier to see the differences. With Philip, we never saw 4 chambers of the heart, or the division in the lobes of his brain. With this baby, the chambers were defined and his brain divided as they should be. Philip usually covered his face during sonograms, but when he didn’t his upper lip and nose just looked dark and fuzzy. Now I understand why the doctor knew he had a cleft lip and palette. The dark fuzzyness was because his face was not complete. This baby has a developed nose and upper lip. We got a profile and a straight on shot…both are clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long explanation, but I am just so overwhelmed. I am happy that this baby looks healthy and I am happy that now I understand even more about Philip than I had before. So, in the end, I do not need to go back to the specialist again. She offered to see us again if we wanted to take another look at the baby in a month or two. We thought about it, but she was so positive about the results we didn’t feel it was necessary. I will have another sono at my regular OB’s office at 30 weeks, so I was content with that. I feel like I am just rambling on and on. I hope I was clear. We are so thrilled to be having another boy, seeing as all our baby stuff is boy stuff! And…we are even more excited that this little guy is doing so well. I have been spending a lot of time warding off the daydreams of home life with a baby…just in case the appt. didn’t go so well. But now, I think I will enjoy dreaming about the future. I did that a lot before Philip’s diagnosis and I am excited to enjoy thinking about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will scan the sono pictures sometime this week so ya’ll can see our newest little pumpkin. Oh, and as far as names go…so far we are stuck on a first name-middle name combo. We are thinking “Christian” for a first name, but until we come up with a middle name too, nothing is set in stone. I will let ya’ll know when we decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6863398193886139464?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6863398193886139464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6863398193886139464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6863398193886139464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6863398193886139464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/02/sonogram-update.html' title='Sonogram Update'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5599823447171569503</id><published>2008-02-20T10:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:18:21.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xa5haJZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/6Ef_oq476Zw/s1600-h/hair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169106416581567634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xa5haJZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/6Ef_oq476Zw/s320/hair+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the back view. Can you see the stacking? I was having a good hair day that particular morning, so I was excited to take these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xaXRaJZII/AAAAAAAAABA/HD_EO_LG7qg/s1600-h/hair+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169105828171048066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xaXRaJZII/AAAAAAAAABA/HD_EO_LG7qg/s320/hair+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please ignore the red, haven't put on any foundation face. It was early and I had Carlos take pictures of my new hair cut before he left for work. It is a bit longer now, and a little easier to do (since I am an amature when it comes to "doing" my hair...I've always been a ponytail girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xZ-haJZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YAwmM5If8qE/s1600-h/Nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169105402969285746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xZ-haJZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YAwmM5If8qE/s320/Nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, those are real nails. I hope you can see them. I am going to have a real manicure sometime this week...my first one ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xZkxaJZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pGWp4S9ZtRw/s1600-h/Mom"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169104960587654242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xZkxaJZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pGWp4S9ZtRw/s320/Mom%27s+House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's new house! White stone, of course, because that is her favorite. Now Little Miss Cadillac will have an indoor home...finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5599823447171569503?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5599823447171569503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5599823447171569503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5599823447171569503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5599823447171569503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cqe5GAsj7Wc/R7xa5haJZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/6Ef_oq476Zw/s72-c/hair+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5227114837669885499</id><published>2008-02-06T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:27:01.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Wouldn’t you know it? I had to reschedule my sonogram. Trust me; I am way more disappointed than you. Apparently my new company did not upload my information to my new insurance carrier last Friday (like they promised they would); they are uploading it today. Therefore, my doctor will not be able to verify my insurance until Friday (maybe). In addition, I am booked solid next week, so I had to reschedule for the following week. AAGGGHHH!!! I got spoiled with Philip, we knew he was a boy at 16 weeks and were able to have a sonogram every 3 weeks at the specialist. With this baby, my patience is really being tested. I guess I should be thankful. God obviously doesn’t see the need for me to have my sonogram tomorrow; otherwise the stars would have aligned. Ha Ha Ha!!! In the end, I will get to sleep in a bit on Monday, Feb. 18th before going in for my 9:10am sonogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Those of you that know about my life-long battle with nail biting will be happy to know that this pregnancy has lifted the obsession and I am now (for the first time in my life) sporting a whole set (count ‘em 10) fingers with long nails! However, if this whole waiting thing keeps going like it’s going I might just bite ‘em all off! JK! Anyway, I am thankful for this gift that my 2nd child has given me. It is such a nice change from my old chewed-up “nubs”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can’t believe I have actually posted twice in one week. I do believe that is a personal record! Lisa, I will try to get around to posting those pictures this weekend…even if I have to call in my 13 year old nephew to walk an old lady through it...I promise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5227114837669885499?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5227114837669885499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5227114837669885499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5227114837669885499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5227114837669885499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-in-one-week.html' title='Two in One Week'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-5637849972913368614</id><published>2008-02-04T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:45:58.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Well, well, it has been almost 4 weeks since my last post. I really need to get on the ball seeing as now I have tons of stuff to share. First, my company has been in transition to be sold for the past 6+ months. We have all been waiting around (quite impatiently) for the sale to close and the new owners to come in. Finally, as of last Thursday, we are officially owned by one of our former competitors! I was excited to sign-up for my new benefits, which are far better than my old, last Friday. Now I have to wait until they are uploaded so I can call my doctor and change my information. I am scheduled to have my level 2 sonogram at the specialist on Thursday, so cross your fingers that my insurance gets uploaded before then. Otherwise, I will have to pay $900 (to be reimbursed later) or reschedule. Neither of which I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me directly into baby news. The baby is moving more frequently and hurting mommy in some instances…but that’s ok, I can handle it. I really hope that we can keep our appointment on Thursday; I would like to know the baby’s sex and know that everything looks healthy and is developing correctly. Carlos finally admitted that he feels that the baby is a girl. I knew he thought so too, but was not eager to own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought us tickets to the rodeo for this past weekend and we had a blast. Carlos has never been to the SA rodeo, so it was a first for him. We got there early and enjoyed the famous VanDeWalle fajitas before going into the AT&amp;amp;T Center to watch the show. After 2 hours of bull riding &amp;amp; mutton bustin’ (among other things) we got to see Alan Jackson perform. Alan is my mom’s all-time favorite singer. Carlos and I enjoyed the show…but not as much as my mom! All-in-all we had a really good time and we defiantly plan to get tickets next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my mom, we got her all moved into her new house last week. Carlos and I bought a new fridge (which we love) so we were able to return mom’s to her. It matches her new appliances and is just the right size (a little small for us). It might take her some months to unpack all those boxes, but she is so happy in her new place I don’t think she even cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for those of you who watch football…GO GIANTS! We decided that since our Cowboys flaked out in the post-season we would root for the underdog and wow did they come through! I still can’t believe that the Patriots didn’t even seem to try to win. Did Tom Brady think that showing up was all he needed to do? I mean, sure he’s good lookin’, but you actually have to score points to win…your looks just aren’t going to cut it alone. Just goes to show…cheaters never win. I guess they will have to try again next year before they can call themselves a Dynasty. Wah Wah Wah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK, again with the pictures, I have taken pictures of my mom’s new house and my haircut and my belly bump and the nursery, now all I have to do is get them from my camera to my computer. I am hoping if I take baby steps (ha ha) I will finally accomplish my goal of posting pictures…one day ladies (and gentlemen???)…one day. If worse comes to worse I will just wait until Lisa comes to town in February and bribe her and Joe (Mexican food anyone?) to teach an old dog a new trick...they are way more computer savy than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;So, I will go now. I promise to post after my sonogram (if it happens) on Thursday and let you know what we are expecting and if the baby is looking on track and healthy. I might even post pictures over next weekend if I get around to it (don’t hold your breath).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-5637849972913368614?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/5637849972913368614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=5637849972913368614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5637849972913368614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/5637849972913368614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-tiem-no-write.html' title='Long Time No Write'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-6048000207365448604</id><published>2008-01-11T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:20:31.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have several friends that will be "showered" soon, so I spent some time today cruising their Babies R' Us Registries. It has only been a year or so since we registered for Philip, so I was surprised at how much things have changed! I saw some of the coolest things on those registries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It got me thinkin', what will I need for this baby? I am still convinced we are having a girl (even though the sonogram to confirm will not happen until February), so I will defineatly need new clothes and bows and frilly socks. But beyond that, we pretty much have everything we need. I know some of you are thinking, this is your second kid, you don't get a shower. Well, I disagree. I think each baby deserves it's own party. The registry may be smaller, but all babies are little miracles and they deserve to be celebrated. I turned down a shower for Philip. My friends at work gave me a small one, but I asked my family and friends not to. I just wasn't up to it at the time. Most of the things we have we bought ourselves (with money from family, friends and our own piggy bank). It was the right thing for us to just do our shopping alone with our son. This time, I want a party. I kind of feel bad that Philip didn't get his party until after he was gone, but I am hopeful that God will let this child stick around awhile. Anyway, I am looking forward to spending some time shopping for other babies and keeping my eyes peeled for cool stuff for my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BTW-My mom is buying a house!! Is that not wonderful? She found a beautiful new home in Kyle, TX (south of Austin and north of San Marcus off I-35). It has a stone front and 4 giant bedrooms. I am so excited for her...and now we have a perfect place for holidays! She closes in a few weeks and will move in shortly there after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-6048000207365448604?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/6048000207365448604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=6048000207365448604&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6048000207365448604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/6048000207365448604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-fun.html' title='Shopping Fun'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-984589111796296570</id><published>2008-01-03T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:41:10.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormonal Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Last Friday I did what all pregnant women do...I cut my hair off. I don't know if it was the dry heaves or the braxton hicks that got me itchin' to cut off the locks...but I am so pleased with the result, I added a large mirror to my office just so I can stare at myself all day! Nope, I am not kidding nor am I ashamed to admit it. I have spent many a day feeling fat and ugly...and now that I have a cute new hair cut...I am going to enjoy the heck out of staring at myself! I think this might just be the motivation I need to finally figure out this scanning picture business. In fact, I will be home all day tomorrow and I think I might spend some time learning to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tomorrow...it's recliner delivery day!!! I am so excite! I got the call this morning, and sometime between the hours of 10am and 1pm tomorrow I am going to be breaking in my new, navy blue leather, recliner! WooHoo! And thank you Mom for the wonderful gift! Just in case you care, mom and I found the chair at Dillard's last weekend and it was on sale for half price! So while you eat your packed lunch tomorrow, think of me in envy as I extend my new chair and enjoy the ultimate in relaxation (and daytime TV)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW-We did indeed order Philip's marker last week and were promised that it would be completed and installed by or on his first birthday (March 7). Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I go. Those of you that pray, could you please say a little prayer for a close friend of mine. His wife found out she was pregnant shortly after me, but over the holiday, the baby passed away. They seem to be handling the loss quite well, but prayers always help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the next time you hear from me I will be chillin' in my recliner, laptop in one hand, TV remote in the other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-984589111796296570?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/984589111796296570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=984589111796296570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/984589111796296570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/984589111796296570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2008/01/hormonal-hair-cut.html' title='Hormonal Hair Cut'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-8836143426991070339</id><published>2007-12-27T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:26:10.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sooo bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I really thought, since I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; opinionated, that I would totally rock this blog thing. I did not, however, remember that my laziness totally trumps all other traits! I am trying here, but I do apologize to the 6 of you who have bitten your nails to nubs waiting for my next post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; are here. We spent Christmas with Carlos' brother and his family. Mom came with and we had such a good time. We watched the kids play their new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and laughed as my prissy niece beat my athletic niece at bowling. The athletic one, Erika, is older and quite competitive. She's a good sport and didn't get too upset that her little sister (in a skirt and dress shoes) was whooping her butt. I got more presents than I deserve...including a craft cart from my wonderful husband and a rocker/recliner (I have yet to pick out) from my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Just a quick aside...with Philip, I got so big the last month that I could no longer sleep in bed...partially because I could not get up and down (the 100 times I needed to throughout the night) by myself. Long story short, I spent the month sleeping on a chair and ottoman combo in our living room. It was low enough that I could actually lift my fat butt all by myself. We gave away that set after Philip was born for several reasons. 1. It was way too big for our living room. 2. I couldn't bare to look at it anymore (me and my boy spent many hours bonding on that chair). 3. It was old (but in good condition) and the fabric choice did not really match our new furniture. The point: In case I get so huge toward the end and can no longer sleep in our bed...I really wanted a rocker/recliner. And, I think it also might be nice to rock the baby in it too. My mom, being so sweet, has offered to buy me one for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;So, at some point we will go to Lacks and pick it out. No rush at this point as I am still able to sleep in my own bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; today to finalize the design for Philip's marker. Sorry if that is a bid morbid for some of you, but it is a big moment for us. We have been saving for many months to be able to pay for it and today is the day we finally get to order it. Carlos has to work, so mom will come with me. Carlos and I decided on the design some months back, so he is OK not coming along. We chose to have the stone laser cut, which gives you so much more detail. I wanted to add Philip's picture, but Carlos had reservations about that. Instead I am going to ask about adding a small frame that can be removed if we want. Nonetheless I am so thrilled to finally give Philip his marker. Poor kid, for the past 9 months, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;crypt&lt;/span&gt; has been marked with a paper sign. Anyway, today a large marble block will be lifted from my shoulders. Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I hope everyone had a lovely holiday...and that many of you are still enjoying your holiday. I still have another week before I have to return to the office and I plan to enjoy every last day of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-8836143426991070339?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/8836143426991070339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=8836143426991070339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8836143426991070339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/8836143426991070339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-sooo-bad.html' title='I am sooo bad!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-9180524353376295868</id><published>2007-12-10T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:33:45.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Christy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Several weeks ago Christy (an old friend of a friend and a new friend of mine) suggested I read a book called "90 Minutes in Heaven" by Don Piper. It is the story of a pastor who was in a car accident and was legally dead for 90 minutes. Well, I went out and bought it and have made my way about half-way through it. It is an easy read, but sometimes difficult through tears. My initial intention in reading this book was to find out what it felt like for the author to go to heaven for 90 minutes. Strangely that part of the book is rather short. The middle part, where I am now, is about Don's recovery from the accident. I just finished up a chapter where Don realizes he needs to allow others to do for him. He is spending what amounts to months and months laying in a bed and everyone who visits offers to get him things or read to him. He continues to turn them down until on of his friends sets him straight. By allowing his friends and family to give what they could he is allowing them to heal and give him strength. In the end, he learns a huge lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After Philip died, I was so out of it. I think in part it had to do with the 4 epidurals (a hospital record...I truly believe that medication stayed with me for days) and the pain meds I continued to take. It also had to do with putting off my grief until everything was done...the arrangements, the funeral. In those first couple of days I just gave up all power. Physically, because of the c-section, I just could not do alot. Reading Don's words made so much sense to me. In times like those you need to allow people to help. It does take some of the pressure off you, but it also helps them. Now ya'll know that is not my way...I am sooo independent...almost to a fault. But I let everyone help and boy did they! My friend Rhonda and my sister-in-law Amanda went on a shopping trip and found Philip the perfect outfit. My mom made all the arragements with the funeral home and the church and the cemetary. My brother and my friend Chris helped keep us all fed and keep Carlos sane. And my Aunt Colleen...master sleuth...looked all night via the internet for the perfect casket. I know that sounds a bit morbid, but the caskets for children (God forbid any of you have to know this) are really limited and many of them are quite ugly. They have some that look like large plastic containers (Google it if you think I lie), and others that are metal and cold. Colleen worked a miracle and found the perfect wood casket (just what I wanted). It was so beautiful and it was delivered all the way from Georgia in one day. Philip passed on Thursday morning and the service was Saturday. Everything needed to happen fast and it did. It was just another series of miracles from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I will continue reading the book and more than likely learning more lessons. Thank you Christy for such a wonderful recommendation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-9180524353376295868?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/9180524353376295868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=9180524353376295868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/9180524353376295868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/9180524353376295868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you-christy.html' title='Thank you Christy'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-7455720325119990838</id><published>2007-11-29T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:00:50.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Sonogram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So...Yesterday was my first sonogram. I did not know what to expect to see for only being 10 weeks along, but I was excited no&lt;/span&gt;netheless. Despite my talk with God, I did not get twins. I really thought he owed me...two babies, one surgery...but I guess he has other plans. I know, I know, he's the one with the plan... Anyway, the baby just looked like a little fuzzy peanut with a beating heart. I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt;, even as a fuzzy peanut, our kid is quite the cutie! And...what a heartbeat! 176 beats per minute! That should slow down a bit after a few more weeks, but for now it is perfectly normal and healthy. They could not see too much detail this early, but everything measured within the normal range. The baby is a bit smaller than 10 weeks...closer to 9 and 1/2. I had to remind my Dr. that Philip too was a little guy until my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month when he fattened up over night. He said that this baby would probably do the same thing. My new due date has changed a bit, originally it was June 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but Dr. S said yesterday he is going to move it to June 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. That is my brother's birthday. How funny! It doesn't really matter though. I will be having another C-section, so the baby will be born about two weeks before. We will settle on an exact date later. I want to post the pictures, so I promise to invest some time this weekend to figure out exactly how to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. With the holidays, things have been crazy. I will try to post more often for the 6 of you who read this. I know you are just dying to read my thoughts and adventures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-7455720325119990838?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/7455720325119990838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=7455720325119990838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7455720325119990838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/7455720325119990838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-sonogram.html' title='1st Sonogram'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1471147434639779456</id><published>2007-11-11T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:41:50.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had a ruff weekend. My intention was to get up early on Saturday and go to work for a few hours...but...I ended up feeling sick and tired all day. Carlos was working with his mom's boyfriend all day, so I was alone. I guess I just needed some time to be depressed. I have battled depression my whole life, not knowing what it was until just a few years ago. I took medication for 2 years and even saw a therapist for awhile. In the end, I let go of some baggage and was able to learn to control myself. Now, ever since Philip died, I have days where my old buddy creeps back in. Days where I can't get out of bed and even eating takes too much energy. I try so hard to keep it together every day, that I guess it just builds up and takes over. Well, Saturday I had to give in. Basically, I did not get out of bed till almost noon...and then, it was only to move to the couch. Poor Carlos. He doesn't understand my sorrow and I have a hard time explaining. I really can't control it. I just wake up and there it is. I could try and fight it, but I have found that when I do it only gets worse. So, I just gave in and wallowed. We had a heart to heart later that night and I think he gets it a little better. It is kind of like addiction (for me, smoking) you can't really get it unless you have been there. I can't explain why I can be busy at my desk and out of nowhere...BAM...I want a cigarette...I NEED a cigarette. It makes no sense. I haven't had a cigarette in ages, but I can still get cravings completely out of the blue. I don't know how to explain that feeling to someone who has never experienced it. And...that is the same for depression. So...Saturday passed and by Sunday morning I felt better. Until church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The reading at church was about a woman who married the oldest of seven brothers. When he died, she married the second oldest. When he died she married the third oldest...etc. etc. until the last brother died. The question was, who's wife will she be in heaven? The Priest explained that we have different relationships in heaven, our connections from Earth no longer matter. We are just all God's children. Well thank you very much. You know, the only reason I keep it together on my really hard days is because I know that one day I will get to see my son again. That one day, in heaven, I will hold him in my arms. And now, they tell me that our bond on Earth will be obsolete in heaven...that we will just be God's children. Sheep in the flock. How am I supposed to take that? Well, I will tell you how I did take it...not well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1471147434639779456?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1471147434639779456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1471147434639779456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1471147434639779456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1471147434639779456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-saturday.html' title='Bad Saturday'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-4986355386864368930</id><published>2007-11-08T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:31:19.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Yesterday was my first prenatal appointment. Dr. Sutton was great. We talked about pre-screening the baby for any problems and I decided he is right...it is better to know that not. Dr. Sutton was so supportive during my pregnancy with Philip and he is really happy for us with this baby. He wants to be cautious, so I will go back in 3 weeks, on Carlos' birthday (Nov. 28th), to have a sonogram and another appointment. He would also like for me to go back to the specialist for a level 2 sonogram early on. Although I would prefer to see a different specialist, I will see the same one for now. She who shall remain nameless (the specialist without a soul) was a big disappointment during Philip's birth and I really don't want my insurance paying someone whom I deem unworthy of my business. Carlos and I decided we will go to her for the level 2, in hopes that we will only need that one visit to determine that our baby is indeed healthy and lookin' good. However, if our baby needs any special care for the long term, I will transfer my records to a new specialist. So I am feeling quite positive today. I will go by the pharmacy this afternoon and pick up my prenatal vitamins. With Philip, they dehydrated me, so I will try them again this time and play it by ear. I forgot how easy it is to be optimistic, all I have to do is make it 3 weeks to my next appointment. If I think in that time frame, I will succeed (and not drive my self crazy). Oh, my due date is June 28th. A summer baby...just like my mom, Steve, Belle, and my friend Lisa. So, now I will be counting the days until I get to see the baby on the screen and the thump thump of his heart (we are hoping for another boy, although healthy is our main want). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-4986355386864368930?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/4986355386864368930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=4986355386864368930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4986355386864368930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/4986355386864368930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-appointment.html' title='First Appointment'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797512688862786952.post-1212394891302160682</id><published>2007-11-02T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:32:13.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;We found out we were pregnant on October 20th via home pregnancy test...two of them to be exact. My first scheduled doctor's appointment was this morning, eleven minutes ago. Unfortunately, my doctor had to reschedule. I was actually pretty excited and anxious about the appointment. I have a list of questions for the doctor, but now I have to wait until next week. So far we haven't really told anyone about the pregnancy. Our moms know and a few very close friends. We are hoping to surprise the rest of our family at Thanksgiving. It is only a few weeks away, so I am hopeful we will make it. Everyone I know is pregnant or has an infant, so I am having a hard time with patience. Without Philip, life has been a challenge. I tried to share him with everyone in our lives, and sometimes I feel like I did not get enough holding time with him. With this pregnancy, I am already counting the days until I will get to hold the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7797512688862786952-1212394891302160682?l=staceypalacios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/feeds/1212394891302160682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7797512688862786952&amp;postID=1212394891302160682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1212394891302160682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7797512688862786952/posts/default/1212394891302160682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceypalacios.blogspot.com/2007/11/cancelled-appointment.html' title='Cancelled Appointment'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00385050304071033205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYf7Xkd37I/Twpae1Dm0FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4R6wuYMwerE/s220/0054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
