<?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-3156954</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:55.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K - Adventures of a little boy</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me on my journey through my first pregnancy and my little man's first year of life.  
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-110237724534511498</id><published>2004-12-06T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:54:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise!!!After a 8 month hiatus I am back in blog land.  So much has happened with our little man during my my time away.Caleb is going to be 21 months old next weekend.  The boy continues to amaze me everyday.He is no longer walking.  He is RUNNING.  Keeping up with him is a challenge.In August the company I work for was sold and we moved to a new location.  The change also meant Caleb</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/110237724534511498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/110237724534511498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110237724534511498' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-108360832635867402</id><published>2004-05-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:27:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Been A WhileI have been very bad about updating your journal lately and feel horrible about it.  So much has happened I don't even know where to begin.On April 15 you took your first steps on your own.  You are now walking everywhere and seem to love being mobile.  This past wee you have mastered getting yourself up to a standing position without holding on to a table or wall.  You sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/108360832635867402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/108360832635867402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360832635867402' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107915653060202994</id><published>2004-03-12T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:44:28.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy First Birthday Baby!!! Your mommy loves you more than you can imagine and I am so proud to have you as my son.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107915653060202994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107915653060202994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915653060202994' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107764959005210337</id><published>2004-02-24T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T11:08:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SignsYou are finally starting to understand sign language.  You know the sign for 'more' and how to use it.  I am so glad they are teaching you signs at school.  We have been using them at home since you were born, but I haven't been as consistant as I should be.  With the teachers and other kids doing it you'll be signing like a pro in no time.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107764959005210337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107764959005210337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764959005210337' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107764950888333732</id><published>2004-02-20T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T11:07:10.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Poor Sick BabyThis has been a VERY long week for us, you have been so sick.  On Sunday night I made your favorite matzoball soup for dinner and after your bath you threw up your dinner all over yourself, daddy, and your bedroom.  On Monday we were home for the holiday (Presidents Day) and you just weren't yourself.  Between 6am and noon you only ate 12 oz of formula.  Around 2pm I offered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107764950888333732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107764950888333732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764950888333732' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107660929107314687</id><published>2004-02-12T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:10:00.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11 MonthsWhere has the time gone?  One month from today you are going to be a year old.  I can't believe how much you have changed in that short time.  You have mastered pulling yourself up, crawling, and climbing stairs in the past couple weeks.  You now only hold on with one hand when you stand up.  I know walking is just around the corner....yikes!You still have only 7 teeth, but I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660929107314687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660929107314687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660929107314687' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107661652366096378</id><published>2004-02-12T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:10:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shameless PlugSince some people have asked I have updated our baby registry at Babies R Us / Toys R Us to include items Caleb may want for his first birthday.   Also, for clothes he'll be needing 18 month summer items.  When in doubt you can never go wrong with a gift card (Toys R Us, Costco, Mervyn's, Target or Kohls).  Thanks so much!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107661652366096378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107661652366096378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661652366096378' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107660943409102835</id><published>2004-02-12T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:12:23.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SicknessThere are 6 kids in your class at daycare.  Today 4 of them were out sick...yikes!!!  All of them were out for different reasons ranging from RSV to vomitting.   According to the teachers they have never had so many kids from one class out at the same time before.  Super!!!  Ahh the joys of daycare.I hope you don't get sick too.  You are supposed to spend the night at Grandma &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660943409102835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660943409102835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660943409102835' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107660806977258692</id><published>2004-02-12T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:05:13.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Say It's About TimeThe state of California is proposing a bill that would allow pregnant women to park in in handicap parking spots.  I wish this was available when I was pregnant, though I do think there should be conditions on it.When I was pregnant I swelled up at 20 weeks and eventually had trouble driving and walking 1/2 a mile to my office.  When I would go to my routine doctor visits</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660806977258692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660806977258692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660806977258692' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107660845819246170</id><published>2004-02-10T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:56:09.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SuperstarYou had your first job today.  You did a special ad for Target that is going to be published in 'O' Magazine, Parents Magazine, and the Sunday Target ad sometime within the next 6-8 weeks.  We had a lot of fun at the shoot.  You went to wardrobe and they dressed you in a white cloth diaper (over your regular diaper) with yellow pins.  Then we went to hair &amp; makeup to get your hair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660845819246170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107660845819246170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660845819246170' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107464591486016792</id><published>2004-01-17T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:47:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monkey BoyThe day has finally come...you can now pull yourself up.  Daddy took the cushions off the couch today which seemed to really inspire you.  You pulled yourself up on the base of the couch several times.  Then tonight I sat you down in your crib for a few minutes and came back to find you standing there.  You not only can pull yourself up in the crib, but you seem to like jumping up and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107464591486016792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107464591486016792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464591486016792' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107464558455381174</id><published>2004-01-16T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:41:10.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quite A DisplayTonight we went to Red Lobster for dinner.  It was a lovely evening until about halfway through our meal.  At that point you decided you had a need to vomit the entire contents of your stomach right at the table.  I swear it looked like something straight out of a movie.  I had no idea that your little body could expel that much material.  Fortunately we were seated directly next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107464558455381174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107464558455381174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464558455381174' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107464571526613473</id><published>2004-01-16T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:44:03.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lucky DaddyYou stayed home with Daddy this morning and he is going to bring you here a little later.  He just called to tell me he had you all dressed and then you had what we call an 'Exploding Diaper'.  He said you pooped and the diaper just couldn't contain it.  According to Daddy it went all the way up to your neck.  Daddy even had to give you a bath (his first without my help) and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107464571526613473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107464571526613473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464571526613473' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107343955220134694</id><published>2004-01-06T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:40:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doctor Visit...Getting BigI had to take you to the doctor last night.  On Sunday morning when you were taking a bath I noticed that you had a blister in your groin.  That night there were two and Monday morning there were three.  I made an appointment and straight after work we went to the clinic.  The doctor said it could be one of two things.  Impetigo (a strep or staph infection) or Chicken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107343955220134694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107343955220134694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343955220134694' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107343886092235264</id><published>2004-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:28:53.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New YearYou can now officially tell people you were born last year.  We had a quiet evening celebrating.  We had dinner and games with friends then came home early (before midnight) and rang in the new year privately just the three of us.  It was perfect.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107343886092235264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107343886092235264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343886092235264' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107233135656695115</id><published>2003-12-24T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:50:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caleb's First HannukahYou sure cleaned up in the gift department.  You saw both sets of grandparents this weekend and everyone had gifts waiting for you.  You have so many toys there are not enough hours in the day to play with them (I imagine you'll get even more for your birthday in a  few months).  The funny thing was your absolute favorite part of opening gifts was playing with the tissue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107233135656695115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107233135656695115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233135656695115' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107233111570511532</id><published>2003-12-24T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:46:15.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Learn Something New EverydayWhen I was a teenager I was a HUGE fan of James Dean.  I had hundreds of pictures of him and saw all of his movies.  Over the years my fascination faded, but it keeps on following me.  Last year I learned that a diner in our town was where he had his last meal before his tragic car crash in 1955.  Today I learned (which I should have known from reading the novel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107233111570511532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107233111570511532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233111570511532' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107233121476162514</id><published>2003-12-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:47:54.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisneylandWell we went to Disneyland and only stayed for about an hour.  You seemed to enjoy yourself, but good grief the place was packed.  I'm talking you could barely move around and it was just miserable.  Grandpa asked for a refund and they gave us tickets to come back again within two years.  At least the day wasn't a total loss.  You did get mouse ears with your name on them and boy are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107233121476162514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107233121476162514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233121476162514' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-107127949666178574</id><published>2003-12-12T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:39:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nine MonthsIt was nine months ago today that you were born.  I know I seem to get sappy every month, but I just can't help it.  You are still growing like a weed and amazing me more and more each day.  Since Thanksgiving you have been working on your military crawl and now know how to successfully get into everything (including the cat's water bowl).   You also have started clapping your hands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107127949666178574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/107127949666178574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127949666178574' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106937854982209363</id><published>2003-11-20T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:36:15.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend AwayMommy &amp; Daddy went to Las Vegas for the weekend while you stayed with Grandma &amp; Grandpa.  You had a blast with them.  I hear you really like Grandpa's homemade chicken soup with matzoballs.  You also got to take a big boy shower with grandpa which you realle enjoyed.   We missed you horribly,  and were so excited to see you when we returned.  A good time was had by all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937854982209363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937854982209363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937854982209363' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106937810504387331</id><published>2003-11-19T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:28:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SupermodelAbout a month ago I sent some photos of you to several talent agencies.  We got one call back and you went to a go see at one agency last week.  I got a call this morning... Ford Models wants to sign you.  I am so excited.  The contract package should arrive tomorrow with further details.  Congratulations baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937810504387331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937810504387331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937810504387331' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106937824258539603</id><published>2003-11-18T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:31:08.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four TeethWe went out to dinner tonight and while we were there (you sit in a high chair now...such a big boy) I felt your gums and sure enough you have another tooth.  The total count now is two on top and two on the bottom.  You'll be chewing your food in no time at this rate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937824258539603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937824258539603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937824258539603' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106937794625280881</id><published>2003-11-12T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:26:12.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 8 Month Birthday Baby Boy!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937794625280881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937794625280881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937794625280881' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106937831573398349</id><published>2003-11-11T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:33:36.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weigh InI took you to the doctor to have your diaper rash checked.  You had a yeast infection on your tush (yuck) and the doctor gave us a miracle cream that cleared it right up.  Anyway, they weighed you and you tipped the scale at 21 pounds.  My chunky monkey!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937831573398349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106937831573398349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937831573398349' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106849918475282240</id><published>2003-11-10T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T13:19:42.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMGI just wrote a long post and lost everything...GRRR!!I'll write it again later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106849918475282240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106849918475282240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106849918475282240' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106693353116133086</id><published>2003-10-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T11:25:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe Not A DiagnosisThe doctor just called and said your second urine test came back negative (Yippee).  We're stopping the antibiotics now.  So basically you didn't have a bladder infection.  What did you have then?  This will remain a mystery won't it?  I'm just happy you are feeling much better now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106693353116133086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106693353116133086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693353116133086' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106676261555510046</id><published>2003-10-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T11:56:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A DiagnosisYou were still sick on Friday so Daddy and I both stayed home and took you back to the doctor.  We saw a wonderful Pediatrician (I am thinking of changing to have her as your primary doctor) who ran a full blood and urine culture on you.  You really didn't enjoy having the needle in your arm or the urine bag taped on you, but it had to be done.  In the end the preliminary results </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106676261555510046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106676261555510046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676261555510046' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106631168032721041</id><published>2003-10-16T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T06:42:14.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Poor BabyYesterday at 4pm I got a call from your daycare center saying you were running a 102 degree fever.  I rushed you to the pediatrician where you had a 99 degree fever (thanks to half a dose of Tylenol they gave you at school) only to be given the "when you need to see a doctor and when you don't" speech.  I was just so worried you might have an ear infection.Apparently small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106631168032721041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106631168032721041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631168032721041' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106606133789814518</id><published>2003-10-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T09:08:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's A Girl!!Congrats to Deb &amp; Dave on the birth of Alexis Marie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106606133789814518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106606133789814518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606133789814518' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106541188455510940</id><published>2003-10-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T08:49:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Weekend Of Firsts- You went to your first wedding and partied 'til you dropped.- You went to your first birthday party (your friend Jude from day care turned one).- The birthday party also was your first trip to the park.  I don't think you had ever been on grass before.- You cut your first tooth on Saturday.  I still can't see the tooth, but boy can you feel it.  I understand why you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106541188455510940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106541188455510940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541188455510940' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106468025316412472</id><published>2003-09-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T09:30:52.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chunky Monkey's Six Month CheckupWe went to the doctor yesterday for your six month checkup.  You sure are a big boy.  You now weigh 19lbs 12oz (95th percentile) and are 28.75 inches long (97th percentile).  The doctor said you are very symetrical and are just a tall tall baby.  She said if you continue growing at your current rate you should be around 28 lbs when you are one year old...yikes!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106468025316412472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106468025316412472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106468025316412472' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106426743163161910</id><published>2003-09-22T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T14:50:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just want to tell you...I love you Caleb!!!  I am here at work sitting at my desk looking at pictures of you and all I feel is love.  I love you so much it hurts.  You are the bright light in my darkest nights.  I want you to always know you are loved.  I love you...I love you...i love you.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106426743163161910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106426743163161910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106426743163161910' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106342647425072086</id><published>2003-09-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:14:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Half A YearHappy six month birthday my sweet baby boy.  I can't believe you are already half a year old.  Guess I'd better get started planning your first birthday party.  I love you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106342647425072086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106342647425072086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342647425072086' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106329735054168666</id><published>2003-09-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:22:30.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Years Ago TodayToday is the two year anniversary of what could possibly be the worst event in our countries history.  On this day two years ago we lost 3000 people in a horrible terrorist attack in New York and Washington D.C.  You will learn all about it in history books when you are in school.  This horrible tragedy tore so many families apart and left thousands of children (many who were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106329735054168666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106329735054168666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329735054168666' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106306495107913625</id><published>2003-09-08T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T16:49:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speak NowWell you have definately found your voice.  You love to scream and squeal whenever possible.  I think you really like the sounds of your own voice.  I think its cute how you have lengthy chats with the ceiling fan.  I don't think its so cute when you do it in stores or restaurants.  I hope you learn to lower the volume soon or else we won't be able to go out to eat for a while.You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106306495107913625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106306495107913625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306495107913625' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106200107337292851</id><published>2003-08-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:17:53.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReflectionI was just reading through the archives here on your blog to see what I had to say this time last year.  It is amazing how much my life has changed (for the better) in the past 12 months.  It was a year ago yesterday that I announced your pending arrival at work.  Now you are almost 6 months old and amazing me more and more every day.  You my little boy are by far the most wonderful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106200107337292851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106200107337292851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106200107337292851' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106200076431437491</id><published>2003-08-27T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:12:44.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Shakin BabyLast night you got to experience your very first earthquake.  It was 11:02pm and I was holding you getting ready to put you in your crib.  We were standing looking in the mirror (as you so love to do) and bam the house shook with one sharp jolt.  Daddy sprang up in bed and asked if that was an earthquake.  Indeed it was.  It was a small one only 3.9, but a good first one for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106200076431437491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106200076431437491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106200076431437491' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106081329708494269</id><published>2003-08-13T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:33:25.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cleaning HouseI took some time this afternoon to tidy up the sidebar a bit.  I'm going to add more preggo and baby blog links soon.  Also I am thinking of posting pictures on a password protected website.  If you are interested in viewing them please email me at lilspecialk2003@yahoo.com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106081329708494269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106081329708494269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106081329708494269' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106071763315770254</id><published>2003-08-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T12:47:13.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five Months = 153 DaysMy baby boy is five months old today.  Where has the time gone?  He is getting so big and mature.  In the past few weeks we have had to reture our 3-6 month size clothes and jump into the 6-9 month size stuff.  There were a lot of firsts this month:  first vegetables, first swim in a pool (which Caleb loved), first time being sent home from school sick, and first cold (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106071763315770254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106071763315770254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106071763315770254' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-106028656532884147</id><published>2003-08-07T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:02:45.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Up Doc!You finished that first jar of peas on Monday night so Tuesday I decided to see if you would like carrots.  I gave you a few spoonfuls and you made some funny faces.  One spoonful led to another and another until the whole jar was gone.  I couldn't believe it you ate a whole jar of baby food in one sitting for the very first time.  I'd say that is a milestone.  Tonight...more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106028656532884147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/106028656532884147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106028656532884147' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105970708535759983</id><published>2003-07-31T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T20:04:45.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got Peas?You had your first taste of green peas tonight.  I wish I had the camera handy because the look on your face was priceless.  It was such a sour face, though you must have liked it because you ate 4 spoonfuls AFTER a big bowl of cereal.  Geesh child you sure like to eat.Daddy &amp; I aren't thrilled about having to feed you jarred baby food, but with both of us working full time we just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105970708535759983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105970708535759983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970708535759983' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105970660163162857</id><published>2003-07-31T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T19:56:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ole McCaleb Had A FarmToday at daycare they had a travelling petting zoo stop by.  I talked to your teacher and she said you cried when they tried to put you on a pony, but you really liked playing with a baby goat.  I am so happy with all the wonderful activities your school has for you.  Many of the things you are participating in now I didn't expect until years down the road.  I say by your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105970660163162857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105970660163162857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970660163162857' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105934220274272072</id><published>2003-07-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:43:22.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing Up So FastThis morning when Daddy went to give you your bottle you surprised us both by grabbing it and holding it yourself.  You held it until you were finished and Daddy had to take it out of your mouth.  How self sufficient you are becoming.  Makes you old Mommy kinda sad.  I'm happy to see you healthy and growing, but at the same time I want you to stay my little baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105934220274272072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105934220274272072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934220274272072' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105899889189776493</id><published>2003-07-23T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T15:31:28.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four Month Check-upLast Friday Grandma and I took you to the doctor for your four month check-up.  You tipped the scale at 16 lbs 5.5 oz (double your birth weight) and you are 26.25 inches long.  You are in the 90th percentile for weight and 80th percentile for height, very impressive.I told the doctor that you had been eating 1 tablespoon of rice cereal once a day on weekends and she said we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105899889189776493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105899889189776493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899889189776493' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105837972726169825</id><published>2003-07-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:22:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SicknessMonday night daddy and I both came home from work not feeling well.  It seems we have some sort of cold/flu.  Yesterday I stayed home from work with you to try to rest and get this nasty thing out of my system.  Problem is that being home with a baby is a fulltime job in itself so I didn't get much rest in.  Actually I am resting more today at work than I did yesterday.  I did enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105837972726169825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105837972726169825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837972726169825' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105820478598320223</id><published>2003-07-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T10:46:25.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Year Ago TodayTonight it will be one year since we learned you were coming to join our family.  So much has changed in the past 365 days.  I now can't imagine my life without you in it.  You make both Daddy &amp; I proud every day with the amazing things you do.  You turned four months old on Saturday and to celebrate the occasion I put your high chair together.  You look like such a big boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105820478598320223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105820478598320223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820478598320223' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105770872653680871</id><published>2003-07-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T16:58:46.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it has been a whileI just realized its been ages since my last post.  I've been back at work nearly three weeks now and I think we are finally getting into a groove.  Caleb is not a morning person and hates when I wake him up at 6:20 in the AM.  He really likes weekends when he can go back to his 10 hour sleep schedule.  For the past two weekends little man has been eating a small bowl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105770872653680871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105770872653680871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105770872653680871' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105581172867553884</id><published>2003-06-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T18:02:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definately Not What I Needed Right NowI go back to work in three days and must admit I am a basketcase.  I so don't want to leave my baby all day and go to work.  I feel like a bad mother going from being with him 24/7 to maybe 4 hours a day.  The I read this and felt even worse.  Why can't I be a stay at home mom?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105581172867553884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105581172867553884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105581172867553884' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105546314233289506</id><published>2003-06-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T17:13:46.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Months Ago Today You Were BornAs I have said a zillion times before...WOW!!  I can't believe how fast time flies.  In honor of your birthday I took down the bassinet attachment on your Pack-N-Play today.  You were just running out of room to move around in it.  The funny thing is as soon as I put you down in the spacious bottom part you migrated to a tiny section at the top.In other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105546314233289506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105546314233289506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105546314233289506' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-105519246235043014</id><published>2003-06-09T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T14:01:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Countdown Is OnI go back to work next week.  I have exactly 9 days of freedom after today before its back to the old grind.  I can not believe how quickly 4 months flew by.  I am having a really tough time with returning to a full time job.  I am looking forward to adult interaction and a change of scenery, but I will miss my little guy so much it hurts.  I know I keep venting about this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105519246235043014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/105519246235043014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105519246235043014' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-95290819</id><published>2003-06-04T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T09:57:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12 Weeks Already And Some FrustrationYou my son are turning 12 weeks old today.  To you this doesn't mean anything, but to me it is a sign of how quickly time is really passing.  It seems like just yesterday I was holding my tiny 8 pound bundle in my arms.  Now you are at least 15 pounds of chubby love and my arms hurt if I hold you for too long.  The good thing about this passing age is that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95290819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95290819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95290819' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-95137302</id><published>2003-05-31T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T17:57:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Cousin!!Congrats to Adam and Mayrav on the birth of their son Jacob Ranger born on May 29. Hopefully we'll be able to get these two young cousin together for a play date sometime in the future.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95137302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95137302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95137302' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-95066459</id><published>2003-05-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T21:46:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A MilestoneI took you to see Grandma and Papa this afternoon.  While we were there I thought some tummy time would be good for you.  Right as I was telling them how you have been attempting to roll from your tummy to back for a week with no success guess what you did.   Thats right you rolled over all on your own, we all saw it.  After that you didn't want to do it again and got really fussy.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95066459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95066459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95066459' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-95023996</id><published>2003-05-28T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:27:17.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Time FliesYou my dear boy are 11 weeks old today.  I can't believe how quickly time is rolling by.  I can remember almost every detail of your birth as if it were yesterday.  Also, let me tell you 11 weeks of pregnancy never seemed to go by this fast.  You are growing like a weed.  I can't even recognize that tiny baby you were when you were born.  Now you like to smile and laugh at me and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95023996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/95023996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95023996' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-94790976</id><published>2003-05-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T08:59:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day CareYesterday you and I went up to the Universal Child Care Center to meet everyone and see your new classroom.  Much to my delight you really seem to like it there.  While I was filling out paperwork they fed you your bottle and walked you around the room.  You were giggling and smiling the whole time.  I really feel much much better about leaving you.  I also am impressed that their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94790976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94790976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94790976' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-94547521</id><published>2003-05-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T13:25:12.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Partied OutYesterday Caleb attended his first birthday party.  He had such a great time looking around at all the decorations and pretty girls dressed as princesses (it was a 4 year old girls party).  He was so good being passed around to everyone who wanted to hold him.  Surprisingly he wasn't the youngest person there.  There was a beautiful abby girl who was only 3 weeks old.  Needless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94547521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94547521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94547521' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-94204536</id><published>2003-05-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T07:37:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mommy's First Mothers DayYesterday I celebrated my first Mother's Day, it was a very special day.  It all started on Saturday when Daddy bought me flowers while we were out shopping.  The Sunday morning when I went to feed you I found a card and this tucked inside your crib.  It was so early in the morning (5am) I didn't have the energy to look at them.  When you woke up at 8am Daddy brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94204536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94204536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94204536' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-94082168</id><published>2003-05-09T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T17:48:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caleb @ Two MonthsToday we went to Caleb's 2 month doctor appointment.  Let me just say that my little man is growing like a weed.  He weighed in at 12lb 11oz (75th percentile) and is 24" long (90th percentile).  Aside from some minor cradle cap on his forehead the doctor was really happy with his growth and development.  He's really active and she said she wouldn't be entirely surprised if he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94082168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/94082168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94082168' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-93597247</id><published>2003-05-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T07:56:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know what today is?It's May 1st.  That means I have to go back to work next month!!  Oh it makes me sad to think my maternity leave is winding down and I will soon (49 days to be exact) have to leave my pride and joy in the hands of a stranger in order to go work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/93597247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/93597247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93597247' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-93533104</id><published>2003-04-30T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T07:43:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Career BoyI took you to my office yesterday so all my coworkers could meet you.  I was impressed by how well behaved you were.  People were passing you around and you just cooed and stared at them.  I think you even tried to smile a couple times.  It was really weird being back there for the first time since February.  It feels the same as before and made me realize more than ever how special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/93533104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/93533104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93533104' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-93121201</id><published>2003-04-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T09:47:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Six Weeks AlreadyI can't believe six weeks have passed since you blessed us with your presence.  Daddy and I are loving every minute with you.  It seems you change almost hourly these days.  You are getting so big (long and heavy), I can't wait until your doctor appointment on May 9 to find out how much you weigh.  I look at pictures of the swet angel who joined us six weeks ago and can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/93121201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/93121201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93121201' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-92669476</id><published>2003-04-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T13:01:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep Baby SleepYesterday it was pouring rain the entire day and we didn't get a chance to go for our daily walk.  I don't know if this is why you didn't take a nap, but you were wide awake 80% of the day (you snuck in a 2 hour snooze).  By the time you went to bed at 11pm last night you must have been exhausted because you didn't wake up until 7:30am this morning.  Daddy had a doctor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/92669476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/92669476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92669476' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-92505506</id><published>2003-04-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T16:52:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time Sure FliesHappy one month birthday little Caleb.  I can't believe you are a whole month old already.  It seems like yesterday I was in the hospital in labor waiting to meet you.  You are such a joy to daddy and I.  Last night you gave us a real present, you didn't wake up for your middle of the night feeding until 6:10am.  Thats right you slept from 11:30pm - 6:10am without waking up.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/92505506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/92505506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92505506' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-92340527</id><published>2003-04-09T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:06:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four Weeks Ago TonightI can't believe you are already four weeks old.  It seems so long ago that I was in labor and having my c-section.  You are such a great baby,  we are really lucky.  You only cry when you are hungry and you only wake up once during the night.  In the middle of the night your drink your bottle get a clean diaper and go back to bed for about three more hours.  I can't tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/92340527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/92340527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92340527' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-91586184</id><published>2003-03-28T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T20:37:30.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My C-Section Drama...The Full Story**warning this is kinda long and not for those with weak stomachs**I delivered Caleb on 03/12 via c-section (unplanned). I stayed in the hospital for three days after before going home. Both in the hospital and at home I never felt quite right. I had intense pain in my lower abdomen and incision area. The doctors and nurses all said it was normal. On </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91586184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91586184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91586184' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-91585216</id><published>2003-03-28T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T20:14:44.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1st Doctor VisitToday was your first visit to the pediatrician.   Everything went great and you were on good behaviour for the most part.  Your weight is up to 9lbs 1oz and you grew an inch bringing you to 22 inches long.  From the amount you eat we weren't surprised by such a big jump.  The doctor checked you out from head to toe and said everything looks perfect.  We go back in six weeks for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91585216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91585216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91585216' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-91493911</id><published>2003-03-27T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T10:30:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's A Girl !!!Caleb's future wife was born today.  Congratulations Renee &amp; Tim on the birth of Megan Paulina.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91493911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91493911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91493911' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-91333467</id><published>2003-03-24T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T23:58:13.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back In The Hospital AgainI spent the weekend back in the hospital.  Its a long story which I will post later.  I am doing much better and will fully recover.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91333467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91333467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91333467' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-91333446</id><published>2003-03-24T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T23:57:31.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's A Boy !!!Congratulations to Oscar &amp; Stacy on the birth of Alex's little brother Evan Michael.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91333446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/91333446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91333446' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90929661</id><published>2003-03-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T08:18:42.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Happy Due DateToday is our official due date. I always thought you would come week or two after this date, never a week early.  Now that we have had you in our lives it seems like you have always been with us.  I can't remember life before you were here.  It has only been six days but it feels like a lifetime.  They have been the best days for us because each time we look at you and the silly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90929661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90929661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90929661' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90853722</id><published>2003-03-17T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T06:03:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome Caleb MichaelI'm sitting here reading my last entry and so much has happened since then I don't know where to begin. Anyway...On Tuesday I went to my doctor appointment ans was told that not only had my swelling gotten worse, but I had high blood pressure, protein in my urine, and I gained six pounds in one week.  The doctor sent me straight to L&amp;D saying that since I was already 39 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90853722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90853722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90853722' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90534519</id><published>2003-03-11T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T10:29:12.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>39 WeeksToday marks the end of week 39 and the beginning of what hopefully will be the final week...40.  I have a doctor appointment this afternoon and am hoping he will have good news about your progress.  It's not that I don't like bring pregnant and having you all to myself all the time.  I love that.  I want you so come out soon because I really want you to be born before we go to war.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90534519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90534519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90534519' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90341342</id><published>2003-03-07T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T21:06:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make Love, Not WarLet me tell you something baby this world you are coming into is a scary place to be.  We are currently on the brink of a war that does not need to happen.  Word came out today that Iraq has until March 17, 2003 to show proof that is has disarmed or else war will be declared.  The part that saddens me most is that you are due to arrive the day after this all important </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90341342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90341342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90341342' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90222454</id><published>2003-03-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T21:56:42.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What A Good Daddy You HaveI have been doing good about staying home during the day and resting as much as possible.  I want to go out, but need to save money so it is easier to just stay home and resist temptation.  Anyway today my project was to wash a bunch of your stuff and get everything ready for your arrival at home.  I finished this and now am only left with the project of finishing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90222454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90222454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90222454' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90117724</id><published>2003-03-04T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T08:09:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Close, Yet So FarHere are my latest stats according to Amazing Pregnancy.com:Today is Tuesday March 4th 2003.You conceived on Tuesday June 25th 2002 and your due date is Tuesday March 18th 2003. 252 days have passed since the conception,and you are 14 days before your due date.You are 38 weeks into your pregnancy,and you have 2 weeks to go.You are in the 3rd trimester.  95% of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90117724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90117724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90117724' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90117120</id><published>2003-03-04T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T07:58:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Little Happy CamperYesterday I went to my NST appointment as scheduled.  Low and behold I was 100% correct about my blood pressure.  Yesterdays reading was 110/68 which happens to be the lowest it has been this entire pregnancy.  I was monitored for a half hour and you were great.  Your heart rate fluctuated between 137 - 179 and you moved around a lot (no hiccups this time though).  I hoped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90117120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90117120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90117120' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-90029552</id><published>2003-03-02T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:41:52.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super GrumpWell I have brought grumpiness to a whole new level.  This weekend I have been so edgy and irritable.  Everyone and everything gets on my nerves.  Daddy has been quite a trooper trying to make me comfortable and happy.  He took me shopping yesterday for junk food snacks and then out for a nice dinner.  He is trying so hard and I really appreciate it.  Auntie came over today and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90029552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/90029552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90029552' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89945303</id><published>2003-02-28T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T23:46:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Light At The End Of The TunnelPer Amazing Pregnancy.com:Today is Saturday March 1st 2003.You conceived on Tuesday June 25th 2002 and your due date is Tuesday March 18th 2003. 249 days have passed since the conception,and you are 17 days before your due date.You are 37 weeks into your pregnancy,and you have 3 weeks to go.You are in the 3rd trimester.  94% of your pregnancy has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89945303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89945303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89945303' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89945077</id><published>2003-02-28T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T23:37:07.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Labor &amp; Delivery DramaToday I went for our 37 week appointment and it did not go as well as I had hoped.  I knew things weren't going to go smooth when the nurse took my blood pressure and I never felt the cuff get tight when she was taking the test.  She said it was slightly elevated at 140/70.  I mentioned that it seemed off and that the cuff never got tight, but she said it was fine and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89945077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89945077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89945077' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89722000</id><published>2003-02-25T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T09:42:49.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Made ItToday we are officially 37 weeks into our pregnancy.  This is a major milestone because if you are born today you would not be considered premature.  As of today you would be classified as a full term birth.  Personally I'd prefer you stay in and keep cooking for a while, but I know you will arrive when you are good and ready.  If you want to make an early appearance how about next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89722000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89722000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89722000' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89559623</id><published>2003-02-22T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T10:33:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Whole Lot Of Shaking Going OnWell baby I was wrong last night when I said Monty was barking just to hear his own voice.  Apparently we had a moderate earthquake (5.4) here last night and I didn't feel it.  Now you will know soon enough that I don't like earthquakes at all and Daddy already knows this about me.  He was sure I would be woken up by it and freak out.  Instead I slept right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89559623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89559623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89559623' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89548650</id><published>2003-02-22T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T04:57:59.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Doctor Visit &amp; It's All Good NewsI spent the afternoon at the doctors office yesterday.  I lost four pound since my appointment the previous week, my blood pressure was down to 110/70 (an all time low), your heartrate was a bit high at 164 bpm, I am still measuring quite big so they sent me for another Non Stress Test (NST).  I took Grandma Linda to the NST and she had a blast.  She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89548650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89548650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89548650' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89374539</id><published>2003-02-19T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T08:18:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're Getting CloseAccording to most books full term is defined as 37 weeks, however our hospital defines it as 36 weeks.  This means if I were to go into labor now they wouldn't try to stop it.  I am in no way saying I am ready for labor now because I am not.  I just started maternity leave and have so much to get done around the house before you arrive.  Please please please try to hang out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89374539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89374539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89374539' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89201060</id><published>2003-02-16T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T13:02:17.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're Ready For Your ArrivalDaddy spent the morning assembling all of your equipment.  It was hysterical watching Daddy build the Pack N Play.  The directions Graco provides are so bad.  We actually had to call Toys'R'Us and ask for help over the phone.  After all the confusion was resolved Daddy carried the whole thing upstairs only to learn it didn't fit through the doorway to our bedroom.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89201060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89201060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89201060' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89200826</id><published>2003-02-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T12:57:06.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another 2003 BabyCongrats to my old college roommates Debbie &amp; Dave on the announcement of their upcoming arrival.  They just found out they are expecting mid-October.  Yay!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89200826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89200826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89200826' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89131247</id><published>2003-02-14T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T22:01:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Officially Semi-RetiredWell I am now on maternity leave.  It was bittersweet leaving work.  For as much as that place stresses me out I am really going to miss it (up until I have to go back).  Two of my co-workers indulged my most recent craving (Taco Bell tacos) for  my send off lunch.  I tried to leave without much fanfare since I am not one for being the center of attention (as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89131247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89131247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89131247' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89101914</id><published>2003-02-14T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T09:50:11.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrist Pain In Pregnancy?For the past couple weeks my left wrist has been hurting quite badly.  I don't know why, but if I don't move it often it stiffens up and leaves me in screaming pain when I do move it again.  I went through my magic drawer of wrist braces from college (old sign language injuries) and found a ton of right hand braces, but no left handed ones.  I don't think this is an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89101914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89101914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89101914' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89099670</id><published>2003-02-14T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T09:06:34.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise!!Yesterday my co-workers gave me a surprise shower at the office.  I was truly shocked and a bit embarassed (I'm not a big fan of being the center of attention).   We got all sorts of great gifts including the Pack N Play, video monitor, and your very own first Lakers jersey (it is adorable).  I can't believe everyone went to so much trouble for us, I really felt special.Today is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89099670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89099670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89099670' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-89037836</id><published>2003-02-13T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T08:12:28.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What A Cute BabyOur ultrasound appointment went quite well.  I really liked the tech we had, he made sure I saw everything on the screen and explained things clearly.  He said you are measuring right on track for 35 weeks and your fluid level is good.  Actually he doesn't have a clue how the doctor came up with a number as high as 24.8.  You are weighing in at approx six pounds.  Since it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89037836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/89037836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89037836' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88987470</id><published>2003-02-12T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T11:29:26.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todays The Day We Get To See You AgainDaddy and I are going to the hospital for another ultrasound today.  I can't wait to see you and find out how big you are.  I'm nervous though because I want to be sire everything is okay with you.  I worry so much (something you will get to know well overy the next umpteen years).I only have two more days of work after today.  It feels weird knowing I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88987470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88987470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88987470' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88751770</id><published>2003-02-08T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T03:08:35.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Want To Be notified When Baby K Arrives?If you would like to be notified (either by phone or email) when Baby K arrives please send an email to LilSpecialK2003@yahoo.com.  Please be sure to include you name, email address, and phone number (if you'd like to be on the call list).  I'll make sure that someone has your information when the big day arrives.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88751770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88751770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88751770' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88751299</id><published>2003-02-08T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T02:39:29.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Very Eventful Doctor VisitWell Daddy sure chose a good appointment to come to.  I expected it to be our usual quick "you're doing great" visit, but it was anything but.  When the doctor measured my belly she said you are measuring quite big (four weeks ahead) and was a bit concerned with your size.  She did a quick ultrasound to check the levels of amniotic fluid and said it was 24.8 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88751299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88751299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88751299' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88719667</id><published>2003-02-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T11:22:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Heart's On FireThe past couple days I have had horrible heartburn.  There is no reasonable explanation why.  I was told once you began to drop the heartburn would subside, bit instead it has gotten worse...grrr!!!  I wonder if there is such a thing as taking too much Tums?On the medical front Daddy and I went on the tour of Labor &amp; Delivery on Tuesday night.  I am quite nervous because the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88719667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88719667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88719667' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88540263</id><published>2003-02-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T09:39:09.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>34 Weeks Down...6 To GoI can't believe we only have six weeks until our due date.  Time is suddenly going by so quickly.  Your room is just about finished and if I say so myself it looks adorable.  We are going to our second Expectant Parent class tonight.  It's about Labor &amp; Delivery (L&amp;D).  Before class we are scheduled to take a tour of the L&amp;D department which I am really looking forward to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88540263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88540263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88540263' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88437889</id><published>2003-02-02T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T14:14:38.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired MommaYou must be in the middle of one of your growth spurts right now.  I am so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open.  I took a nap before bed last night and still slept for nine hours.  Most people would wake from that refreshed, but now me I am still exhausted.  I could fall asleep right now, but don't want to risk screwing up my sleep pattern tonight.  Also, you seem to get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88437889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88437889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88437889' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88411678</id><published>2003-02-01T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T22:32:23.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shower???  It PouredToday was our second and final baby shower.  I ame in awe at the generousity and kindness of others.  We received so many wonderful gifts.  At this point there is very little Daddy &amp; I will need to buy for your homecoming.  We put your room together more today and everyone is joking that there is so much stuff in it we won't be able to find you.  Daddy can't get over how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88411678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88411678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88411678' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88217307</id><published>2003-01-29T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T10:13:17.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From AmazingPregnancy.com:Today is Wednesday January 29th 2003.You conceived on Tuesday June 25th 2002 and your due date is Tuesday March 18th 2003. 218 days have passed since the conception,and you are 48 days before your due date.You are 33 weeks into your pregnancy,and you have 7 weeks to go.You are in the 3rd trimester. 82% of your pregnancy has passed, there is 18% left to go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88217307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88217307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88217307' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88217190</id><published>2003-01-29T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T10:11:06.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Class DismissedLast night we made it through our first Expectant Parent class.  Daddy was a trooper sitting through a two hour lecture about breast feeding in a room full of pregnant woman and a handful of husbands.  The class was informative, though I feel the instructor was just a bit too gung ho about nursing.  We have decided to give it a whirl at least for a little while and see how it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88217190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88217190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88217190' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88176925</id><published>2003-01-28T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T13:41:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back To SchoolTonight Daddy &amp; I start our Expectant Parent classes at the hospital.  The lecture tonight is about breast feeding.  While I am interested in learning more on the topic I was not aware that there was enough information to fill a two hour session.  The class doesn't start until 7pm and by the time we get home (hefty 30 mile drive) it will be at least 9:30pm.  I am usually in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88176925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88176925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88176925' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156954.post-88046783</id><published>2003-01-26T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T06:22:21.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Raining It's PouringWell the title of this entry doesn't quite hit the nail on the head.  When I say raining I am referring to the wonderful shower Auntie Steph threw for me yesterday.  It was such a great day.  About 20+ people turned out to honor you and celebrate the day.  We walked away with TONS of great gear for you including two handmade blankets which are lovely.  Even Grandma &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88046783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156954/posts/default/88046783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearekopin.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88046783' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18156605329363369666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
