<?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-3051883855416806360</id><updated>2011-11-14T09:12:53.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gielish Time's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-6606615713372822200</id><published>2011-07-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:59:53.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Document it</title><content type='html'>Finally after several months of thinking about it, Stellan is done nursing!&amp;nbsp; It was officially over July 5th and he's being a trooper about for the most part.&amp;nbsp; When he starts pulling on my shirt I just say they went bye bye and he waves at them:) Weird for most I'm sure, but its funny to me.&amp;nbsp; There has also been&amp;nbsp;one time that I say were "all done" and he does the sign for "all done", smart baby I tell ya!&amp;nbsp; I love nursing my children and I'm sure some people would think 15 months is just too long, but their are others that think it is not long enough.&amp;nbsp; For me though it was just right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's time for me to have my body back and to focus on me for awhile.&amp;nbsp; Aaron and I are at a crossroads trying to decide if 4 children is for us.&amp;nbsp; And for me to even consider it I need my weight in an okay place.&amp;nbsp; For some reason breastfeeding usually takes me down to pre-pregnancy weight but no farther.&amp;nbsp; And I still had some weight&amp;nbsp;to loose at my last pre-pregnancy weight.&amp;nbsp; So here I go!&amp;nbsp; Love you Stelly bean but bye, bye, to that chapter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-6606615713372822200?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6606615713372822200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/document-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6606615713372822200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6606615713372822200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/document-it.html' title='Document it'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2571652004220696649</id><published>2011-06-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:47:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba!!!</title><content type='html'>Lately if you ask Stellan if he wants a bath you will light up his world.&amp;nbsp; He will smile big, and say Ba!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I say again you want a bath Stelly?&amp;nbsp; Then he goes as fast as crawling can take him to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He'll pull himself up on the side of tub, and watch me run him a bath.&amp;nbsp; All the while saying Ba, Ba, Ba, and pointing as the water runs.&amp;nbsp; Stelly is also a little bit of a bath snob, and request by handing me his Burts Bee's bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Q3oXGjXSM/TgQkVMYRisI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qxxwyGx3suI/s1600/013+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Q3oXGjXSM/TgQkVMYRisI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qxxwyGx3suI/s320/013+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oxvwm8-mdY/TgQkwuJ_zCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qPlKRRcMbQM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Day Ten</title><content type='html'>I broke last night.&amp;nbsp; We had a meeting last night and it just got so late.&amp;nbsp; My will power was gone and I just wanted to eat.&amp;nbsp; I could have went to Toreros and ate cheese quesadilla with lots of chips and salsa.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't, we went to mucho gusto and I ordered a chicken salad with no cheese and enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; I'm back on today, and sad that I messed up.&amp;nbsp; Oh well!&amp;nbsp; So any how this is day nine.&amp;nbsp; I feel really great. And I have a feeling I probably can make it the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning Weight: 166&lt;br /&gt;Today's Weight: 164&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Great&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4944210675996894230?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4944210675996894230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-broke-day-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4944210675996894230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4944210675996894230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-broke-day-ten.html' title='I broke! Day Ten'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4045102888284158699</id><published>2011-05-25T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:07:03.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8- Wow</title><content type='html'>I feel great that I made it to day 8.&amp;nbsp; Its been along 8 days!&amp;nbsp; I'm still going to try my hardest to make it day 21 but I haven't promised it.&amp;nbsp; I've been tempted a few times and even last night fell off.&amp;nbsp; Yes indeed, I fell off the wagon.&amp;nbsp; I needed something to chew, so I ate plain broccoli at 7pm last night.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even want a smoothie, I just wanted the broccoli with pepper and sea salt.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel bad for this mistake because I didn't go order myself a Dickie Jo's burger and fries + a milkshake.&amp;nbsp; I just had plain broccoli, no butter.&amp;nbsp; So there I admitted it.&amp;nbsp; I went to Tabatas last night and it was hard. Two day's in a row is hard for me. Very hard!&amp;nbsp; It felt great to go though.&amp;nbsp; I knew I couldn't make it tonight (although if it keeps raining it could be canceled) because Jaxs has baseball.&amp;nbsp; Anyhoo I'm still alive and haven't had sugar, bread, dairy, and I'm sure a whole lot of things for 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning weight:166&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight: 161.5&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Good, but I'm sure my husband would argue different&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Great, always is after Tabatas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4045102888284158699?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4045102888284158699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4045102888284158699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4045102888284158699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8-wow.html' title='Day 8- Wow'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7211435445148625219</id><published>2011-05-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:43:44.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5- I've got this at least in this moment!</title><content type='html'>Last night was family dinner and I thought it would be really hard, but my will power took over and I was just fine.&amp;nbsp; Not tempted at all.&amp;nbsp; The weird thing on this cleanse is your blending up flax seed, a green power food, veggies, fruits, and coconut milk.&amp;nbsp; And still everything is starting to get backed-up if you know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; It says it on the website, but I didn't believe it.&amp;nbsp; When your detoxing your body does this.&amp;nbsp; So it is a battle, not that you want to hear about this. But maybe one of you will one day try&amp;nbsp;THE CLEAN&amp;nbsp;and I just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my smoothie last night at 6pm and I'm just now eating my morning one today and its 10:36 am.&amp;nbsp; You would think I would be starving on this program but I haven't been hungry once.&amp;nbsp; I just want to eat, to eat.&amp;nbsp; It's getting easier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting weight: 166&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight: 163- Surprised it hasn't gone down more with what I'm eating, but not worried about it.&amp;nbsp; I'm not doing this for weight loss (don't be mistaken, It would be nice)&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&amp;nbsp; Good&lt;br /&gt;Energy: Good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7211435445148625219?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7211435445148625219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-5-ive-got-this-at-least-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7211435445148625219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7211435445148625219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-5-ive-got-this-at-least-in-this.html' title='Day 5- I&apos;ve got this at least in this moment!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4621754735568614706</id><published>2011-05-21T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:15:19.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4- Ugg</title><content type='html'>I was about to have a meltdown after waking up to the smell of my husbands french press coffee.&amp;nbsp; 17 day's left of this cleanse and I felt like giving up this morning.&amp;nbsp; My husband is making it really hard on me.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure he thinks its just Hilarius to see how bad I want food.&amp;nbsp; But it's just cruel.&amp;nbsp; He was talking about taking the boys to breakfast.&amp;nbsp; And then started to talk about this new burger place.&amp;nbsp; I hope this cleanse does what it says it will asap.&amp;nbsp; It says for most people your cravings for junk will disappear.&amp;nbsp; I need that to happen asap.&amp;nbsp; After I made everyone breakfast I feel much better.&amp;nbsp; I want to go back to bed but I feel much better.&amp;nbsp; I just finished my smoothie and feel like I accomplished a huge thing.&amp;nbsp; I did, that craving was bad.&amp;nbsp; So here is to day four:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning weight: 166&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight: 163&lt;br /&gt;Energy: I'm tired today&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Grumpy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4621754735568614706?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4621754735568614706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4-ugg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4621754735568614706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4621754735568614706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4-ugg.html' title='Day 4- Ugg'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-131513414344402331</id><published>2011-05-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:42:54.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three</title><content type='html'>Last night was just plain annoying.&amp;nbsp; Actually Aaron a.k.a the husband was the annoying one.&amp;nbsp; He started out complaining about what I had cooked for him and the&amp;nbsp;boys.&amp;nbsp; Hello would you like to try my vomit smoothie? Didn't think so.&amp;nbsp; SO SHUT UP! Mmkay!!! I would have ate the whole lasagna by myself.&amp;nbsp; I'm not hungry at all, I just want to eat, just to eat.&amp;nbsp; Hello here is why my 20 pounds&amp;nbsp; of fat is still hanging out on my body.&amp;nbsp; Then he started talking about how he was going to buy a veggie Papa's Pizza home with white sauce (my favorite) just to annoy me.&amp;nbsp; You would have thought that would have ended it but he then started to talk about Market of Choice cake.&amp;nbsp; At that very moment I wanted to bash my klean Kanteen over his head.&amp;nbsp; I know, I'm having some violent thoughts. But don't mess with a foodie:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the actual Clean I'm doing good.&amp;nbsp; I slept 10 hours (wow), I'm not hungry, and hallelujah I made a smoothie this morning that was edible.&amp;nbsp; So for now I'm optimistic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning Weight: 166&lt;br /&gt;Morning weight: 163&lt;br /&gt;Energy: Good&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Good; unless Aaron brings M of C cake home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-131513414344402331?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/131513414344402331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/131513414344402331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/131513414344402331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-three.html' title='Day three'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4828019691122817393</id><published>2011-05-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:28:11.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two of the Clean</title><content type='html'>I read a great book that my doctor told me I should read.&amp;nbsp; And months later after I completely got off my anti-depressants I decided to take the plunge and try it.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was the first day and to be honest after the first smoothie I was ready to give up.&amp;nbsp; I hung in there, until lunch and my lunch gave me way more encouragement.&amp;nbsp; Then for dinner came the green smoothie and my tabata workout. I thought I would be starving at night but hunger pains didn't strike until Stellans 4am feeding and sleep won.&amp;nbsp; When faced with starving and or sleep, sleep always Win's.&amp;nbsp; I got up to get the kids breakfast and made another attempt at a different smoothie and today's made yesterdays taste like a jamba juice yummy goodness.&amp;nbsp; As I gagged the smoothie down I decided to make it into a learning lesson for my children "see kids even mommy eats things she doesn't like"!&amp;nbsp; Lunch came again today and it was delicious and I've decided to stick with the oh so safe GREEN SMOOTHIE for dinner tonight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So far so good, I can't promise 21 days of this, but I'm gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy: a little tired&lt;br /&gt;Beginning weight:166&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight:164-I know this is probably water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4828019691122817393?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4828019691122817393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-two-of-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4828019691122817393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4828019691122817393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-two-of-clean.html' title='Day two of the Clean'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2237055402492143956</id><published>2011-04-22T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:31:02.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut hits the number Four!</title><content type='html'>My little Peanut a.k.a Conner lee is four today. Wowza has that gone by sooo fast.&amp;nbsp; I love you so much my middle child.&amp;nbsp; I love your blond hair, I love your stubborn way's, I love, love, love you.&amp;nbsp; I want to tell you a little bit about you at the age of four.&amp;nbsp; You are stubborn, so stubborn.&amp;nbsp; Your still not potty trained, because you know I want you to be.&amp;nbsp; You'll go poo on the potty and pee if you feel like it.&amp;nbsp; Yes even when&amp;nbsp;we put you in&amp;nbsp; underwear all day you pee in every single pair.&amp;nbsp; It took my months to get you to like pre-school, you wanted to stay with me.&amp;nbsp; Your finally starting to like your baby brother.&amp;nbsp; When we brought him home you instantly didn't like him, and started talking and acting like a baby.&amp;nbsp; You make me laugh everyday Conner.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine life without you little man.&amp;nbsp; And I think you are my little pickle because you are most like me!&amp;nbsp; I love you, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loyduGoUwAE/TbJx4a498AI/AAAAAAAAATA/kCQfakrltD8/s1600/Jan+2010+043+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loyduGoUwAE/TbJx4a498AI/AAAAAAAAATA/kCQfakrltD8/s320/Jan+2010+043+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmOKlcbY8dI/TbJyD-CItTI/AAAAAAAAATE/9S-GlVkGmYo/s1600/Jan+2010+152+copybw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmOKlcbY8dI/TbJyD-CItTI/AAAAAAAAATE/9S-GlVkGmYo/s320/Jan+2010+152+copybw.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2237055402492143956?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2237055402492143956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/peanut-hits-number-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2237055402492143956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2237055402492143956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/peanut-hits-number-four.html' title='Peanut hits the number Four!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loyduGoUwAE/TbJx4a498AI/AAAAAAAAATA/kCQfakrltD8/s72-c/Jan+2010+043+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8000510076825149448</id><published>2011-04-19T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:54:38.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I wish I never had to write about</title><content type='html'>Aaron had another seizure today, but today it was different then the other two times. Instead of having the seizure in the safety of our bed in the middle of the night. He had one in the middle of the day. I'm thankful he wasn't driving that is my biggest fear.&amp;nbsp; He said after making a sales call he was walking to his truck he felt really lightheaded.&amp;nbsp; He made it into his truck and the next thing he knew he was waking up to 30 people standing around him.&amp;nbsp; I'm extremely exhausted and basically just documenting it.&amp;nbsp; I have so much I could say but just cant.&amp;nbsp; He's safe, and I'm grateful.&amp;nbsp; Life without him is just not a life I want to live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8000510076825149448?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8000510076825149448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-i-wish-i-never-had-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8000510076825149448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8000510076825149448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-i-wish-i-never-had-to-write.html' title='Something I wish I never had to write about'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8549595362523992448</id><published>2011-04-08T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:34:15.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellan Turns One!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow little man I can't believe you are one.&amp;nbsp; You fit our family so perfectly and words cant describe how much I love you.&amp;nbsp; I love your smile.&amp;nbsp; I love that for eight months of your life you were my bed buddy all snuggled up to me.&amp;nbsp; Daddy said you took over our bed, but he loved snuggling with you too.&amp;nbsp; I love you laugh.&amp;nbsp; I love your dimples.&amp;nbsp; I love, love your curly locks. I love how smart you are with your sign language.&amp;nbsp; I love when you want me you stretch your hands out towards me and scream at the top of your lungs (yes I love that too).&amp;nbsp; I love how you have your brother Conner and most of all Jackson wrapped around your little finger.&amp;nbsp; I love your big blue eyes.&amp;nbsp; I love your toothless smile ( oh I already said that).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love when you clap your hands.&amp;nbsp; I wish time would slow down, because its going so fast.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I just brought you home from he hospital.&amp;nbsp; All 8 pounds 6.6 ounces of you snuggled up in a blanket. I love how much you love your baths (you really are daddy's son), I love, love, love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Stellan you will do great things.&amp;nbsp; I want you to know something, your mama will always be here for you, ALWAYS!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Stellan Gielish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOllQsC0Q5M/TZ83ep1qONI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BYfpOJfI5Og/s1600/045+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOllQsC0Q5M/TZ83ep1qONI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BYfpOJfI5Og/s320/045+copy.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your little dimple butt, you'll love me one day for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxEkabcq-l0/TZ84IKvHdWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JNBifE9grcc/s1600/050+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxEkabcq-l0/TZ84IKvHdWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JNBifE9grcc/s320/050+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying to get those teeth to come it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uJXpVqAPVE/TZ84vWCz8qI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kK4Ftf2Iutw/s1600/049+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uJXpVqAPVE/TZ84vWCz8qI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kK4Ftf2Iutw/s320/049+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lovin your bath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8549595362523992448?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8549595362523992448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/stellan-turns-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8549595362523992448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8549595362523992448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/stellan-turns-one.html' title='Stellan Turns One!!!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOllQsC0Q5M/TZ83ep1qONI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BYfpOJfI5Og/s72-c/045+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8233472969471077943</id><published>2011-03-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:43:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I was in the mood</title><content type='html'>Thought I was in the mood to&amp;nbsp;blog, but I'm not.&amp;nbsp; I just want to be tired.&amp;nbsp; 630am will roll around real quick like and that is when my alarm will go off.&amp;nbsp; For what?&amp;nbsp; Oh to start life again, you see all last week was spring break.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed it a lot.&amp;nbsp; I just got woken up by the little rug rats and not the alarm.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why that's better, but it is.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow will be the start of drop Jackson off, drop Conner off, do something in between, go pick up Conner, go home, pick up Jackson, make dinner, Tabatas, Prison break, make my husbands lunch, go to bed, and then do it all over again.&amp;nbsp; I love it but it is really tedious.&amp;nbsp; So that's my spill for tonight.&amp;nbsp; I need to go to sleep asap because my little Stelly Belly will be waking me up four times between now and 630!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8233472969471077943?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8233472969471077943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/thought-i-was-in-mood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8233472969471077943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8233472969471077943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/thought-i-was-in-mood.html' title='Thought I was in the mood'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7328159234593707659</id><published>2011-03-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:31:08.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Photo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I wanted to be put out of my misery.&amp;nbsp; Every minute felt like an hour and it got worse every hour.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to admit that I didn't want to be mom or a wife and I will get to that point in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already gone through my kids puking their in tire insides out and cleaning up puke and you know what from everything.&amp;nbsp; Even Stellan the baby didn't escape this stomach flu.&amp;nbsp; I seriously had puke in my hair and down my back from this little booger.&amp;nbsp; And if mother nature didn't think that was good enough, then about 530pm&amp;nbsp;Tuesday I started feeling puny.&amp;nbsp; Continuing and choosing to ignore it I made dinner and went along with my daily routine.&amp;nbsp; Ignorance is bliss.&amp;nbsp; Aaron walked in and I finally admitted that I wasn't feeling to hot and he finished my duties (oh how nice of him-just wait).&amp;nbsp; I skipped dinner and went to lie down.&amp;nbsp; All I could imagine was puking my guts out and having to take care of three kids.&amp;nbsp; How on earth was I going to do that?&amp;nbsp; Seriously this thought went through my head five millions time.&amp;nbsp; Baby-puking-nursing-puking-cooking meals-puking-Eeek-Yuck!&amp;nbsp; The actual horrible part of the stomach flu started about 8pm and while I was up chucking my Yumm bowl (why did I have to eat my favorite thing on the day I get the stomach flu????&amp;nbsp; Why?)&amp;nbsp; then along came my back hurting like it was broken and I won't go into to any more details on what else happened to me.&amp;nbsp; Aaron had agreed to take a vacation day to help me recover the next day if I wasn't feeling good.&amp;nbsp; Yay for me.&amp;nbsp; Right? Wrong!&amp;nbsp; 2 am Aaron starts vomiting and not only do I feel terrible but I have to listen to this 6ft 8 baby whine the entire time that I am sick.&amp;nbsp; Turns out it would have been better for him to go to work then for him to get sick (on the helping me out aspect).&amp;nbsp; I had to hear the whole entire time how his ouie was bigger then mine.&amp;nbsp; WHO CARES AARON!&amp;nbsp; He was really much sicker then me but I think I'm a little tougher then him as well.&amp;nbsp; I still got the kids ready for school the very next morning.&amp;nbsp; Took Aaron to urgent care, sat there most of the time with a 11 month old when all I wanted to do was lay in bed with the covers over my head.&amp;nbsp; I want to be non existent to this world, a nobody, all by myself.&amp;nbsp; Oh no that's not what you get when you sign a marriage certificate and push three babies out of your hooha.&amp;nbsp; I guess when you make these kind of life decisions you sign a certificate also saying everyone elses (I know that's not a word, but it is today)&amp;nbsp;needs come before your own.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter if you feel you are dying.&amp;nbsp; So that is my to much-information-for-a-whole-year-blog-post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-6009851424971330581?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6009851424971330581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/holy-canoly-it-got-worse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6009851424971330581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6009851424971330581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/holy-canoly-it-got-worse.html' title='Holy Canoly It got worse'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2117877472957681697</id><published>2011-03-01T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:14:24.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagued by Sickness- Yuck</title><content type='html'>There is only one thing worse then being sick yourself and that is you babies being sick.&amp;nbsp; I'm so ready for February to be done if it means March will welcome us with a healthy family.&amp;nbsp; We've had colds, strep throat, and the gosh awful stomach flu fly through are house and I'm just sick of it.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention my lovely parents agreeing to watching our kids while they were sick only for them to walk away with the barfs themselves.&amp;nbsp; Parents love runs deep let me tell ya!&amp;nbsp; Even the breastfed baby got the barfs and that is just plain sad.&amp;nbsp; I think we are on the other side of the sickness but I could be wrong so I'll leave it at that!&amp;nbsp; Welcome March!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2117877472957681697?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2117877472957681697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5387015055582736838</id><published>2011-02-23T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:55:39.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six weeks away</title><content type='html'>Six weeks away from what?, you may be wondering.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I'm just writing to myself.&amp;nbsp; But either way this must be documented.&amp;nbsp; It all started before Thanksgiving when the workout dude (Jon) introduced me to a book (The Ultimate mind solution).&amp;nbsp; The dude also introduced me to a holistic Doctor that could help me sleep without pills and live my life without anti-depressants (which I have been on since I was 15).&amp;nbsp; The Dr. is amazing and I've slowly added nutrients that my body is lacking and tapered off of the anti-depressants and only have six weeks until I'm&amp;nbsp;completely off of it.&amp;nbsp; The doc has taught me a lot and I'm about a week away from starting a cleanse.&amp;nbsp; I've never done a cleanse but I've heard its a great one.&amp;nbsp; Its called Clean and here is the link if your curious &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clean-Revolutionary-Program-Restore-Natural/dp/0061735337/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1298497865&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Clean-Revolutionary-Program-Restore-Natural/dp/0061735337/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1298497865&amp;amp;sr=1-1&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'm kind of excited kind of scared.&amp;nbsp; But at least its not a cleanse where all you get to consume is h2o.&amp;nbsp; You can eat not a lot of variety but some food.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to do it.&amp;nbsp; It lasts three weeks.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I can convince my husband to do it with me but if I could I know we would both benefit from it.&amp;nbsp; So that's my update for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-984570410369721180</id><published>2011-02-11T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:40:00.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its mommy day in the Gielish household</title><content type='html'>Last night my oldest had a friend (a cousin) over to spend the night.&amp;nbsp; The wii playing was allowed and they had a whole bunch of fun.&amp;nbsp; I did have one condition don't wake mama and the baby up in the morning when you decide to start playing at 6am.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly they didn't and thank goodness because Mr. Stellan decided to wake me up 6 times last night.&amp;nbsp; I felt like he was a newborn all over again.&amp;nbsp; But since the boys complied with the rules Stellan and I slept in and I woke up with tons of energy (hence the mama day).&amp;nbsp; I cleaned the house, made smoothies, played some games, and then surprised the boy's with a pizza making extravaganza.&amp;nbsp; They got to roll it out and pick all their toppings.&amp;nbsp; I was happy that they at least added mushrooms to their side.&amp;nbsp; Its baking now so I'll have to update you on how yummy it was later (if it taste anything like it smells its gonna be good)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T64rjqOcdBA/TVWeiEesJCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nIaFaL_NKI8/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T64rjqOcdBA/TVWeiEesJCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nIaFaL_NKI8/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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household'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T64rjqOcdBA/TVWeiEesJCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nIaFaL_NKI8/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2014913298314796925</id><published>2011-02-05T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:07:07.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not giving up</title><content type='html'>The scale ain't moving and I'm not giving up.&amp;nbsp; I just feel a little defeated.&amp;nbsp; Cause when I get my mind on something especially weight loss I usually can do it.&amp;nbsp; I had gained alot of weight with Conner and about a year after he was born finally lost the majority of it.&amp;nbsp; When I got pregnant with Stellan I was very&amp;nbsp;careful not to gain too much weight.&amp;nbsp; I succeeded with that too.&amp;nbsp; But I'm one of those people that need almost immediate results to keep going and well that in tales me eating 1200 calories a day and working out.&amp;nbsp; I'm working out but the 1200 calories is not do-able unless I want to jeopardize my breast milk.&amp;nbsp; I'm so close to being done with that, that I don't want to do that.&amp;nbsp; So where does this leave me?&amp;nbsp; Well watching what I eat (so I don't gain) and continuing to workout until April when Stellan turns one.&amp;nbsp; What will I do then?&amp;nbsp; I'll cut calories and finish this weight loss journey.&amp;nbsp; So so much for thinking I can use my blog to encourage me.&amp;nbsp; I'll do this again in April!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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more then fat.&amp;nbsp; So I will keep trying and keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7351373518117458719?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7351373518117458719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-1675.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7351373518117458719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7351373518117458719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-1675.html' title='Still 167.5'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5654987460666298984</id><published>2011-01-25T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:26:03.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooooo</title><content type='html'>So I decided writing all of my food info on here is a little much, but I'm still gonna weigh in once a week on here for motivation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5654987460666298984?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3766609379537862530</id><published>2011-01-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:00:57.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>167.5 not bad for a weeks work</title><content type='html'>I think I could have done better but I did loose a couple pounds so I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week two day one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna bar 180&lt;br /&gt;sandwhich thin 100&lt;br /&gt;cheese 90&lt;br /&gt;baked chips 200&lt;br /&gt;annies snack grahams 130&lt;br /&gt;so far 700&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3766609379537862530?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8061322238977192034</id><published>2011-01-22T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:20:13.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6~  A success for the weekend</title><content type='html'>Burrito 800&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus 100&lt;br /&gt;steak 300&lt;br /&gt;wine 150&lt;br /&gt;potatoes 100&lt;br /&gt;salad 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1650&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I could do better, but its the weekend and so I think I did good for a Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8061322238977192034?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8061322238977192034/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5712794438460982595</id><published>2011-01-21T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:36:29.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Fat F- is my rating for Eating on Day five</title><content type='html'>Yes I admit I failed miserably.&amp;nbsp; I started out excellent but then my husband&amp;nbsp;called and was actually&amp;nbsp;in town and wanted the boys and I to meet him for lunch.&amp;nbsp; This is where self control would have came in handy.&amp;nbsp; The problem with that is I Suck at self control.&amp;nbsp; I get better with self control the longer I have been on a diet but WEEK ONE of a diet and I might as well flunk myself right then and there.&amp;nbsp; So if your wondering where we went, I'll tell you but only because I'm on a honest kick when it comes to dieting Papas pizza buffet!&amp;nbsp; It was great, but&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't say worth it.&amp;nbsp; So I'm not counting calories today, but I did do Tabatas.&amp;nbsp; Oh and so did my husband and he did great.&amp;nbsp; He even seemed like he'll go back, so we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo this will not be the end of the diet, I'll be right back on the band wagon tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Bright in early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5712794438460982595?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5712794438460982595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-fat-f-is-my-rating-for-eating-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two eggs scrambled&amp;nbsp;160&lt;br /&gt;potatoes 250&lt;br /&gt;cheese 90&lt;br /&gt;Veggie sausage 80&lt;br /&gt;salad with lots of veggies and a drizzle of olive oil and balsamic vin. 200&lt;br /&gt;pasta 200&lt;br /&gt;cheese 80&lt;br /&gt;ground turkey marinara sauce 200&lt;br /&gt;salad with lots of veggies and a drizzle of olive oil and&amp;nbsp;balsamic vin.&amp;nbsp;200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total 1460 plus lots of water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5506671496867241521?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5506671496867241521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;cheese 90&lt;br /&gt;OJ 110&lt;br /&gt;veggie sausage 80&lt;br /&gt;sandwich thin 100&lt;br /&gt;cheese 90&lt;br /&gt;turkey 45&lt;br /&gt;lettuce 0 &lt;br /&gt;onion 0&lt;br /&gt;root beer 170&lt;br /&gt;1/2 wild rice 80&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp sour cream 40&lt;br /&gt;salsa 40&lt;br /&gt;1/4 black beans 30&lt;br /&gt;baked Cheetos 200&lt;br /&gt;Annie organic crackers 130&lt;br /&gt;yumm sauce approx 200&lt;br /&gt;1505&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked and I wanted to&amp;nbsp; eat everything in sight.&amp;nbsp; I didn't eat from all the food groups but at least I didn't completely blow my diet and still ate the best I could with the will power that I had.&amp;nbsp; I also did Tabatas so burned some calories.&amp;nbsp; I promised myself I wouldn't eat another thing for the rest of the day, and feel really confident that I will succeed.&amp;nbsp; Unless of course my husband walked in the door with a blizzard and diet coke but that's highly unlikely.&amp;nbsp; As for everything else on the home front~ Stellan has been Mr. Cranky pants and is giving me a run for my money!&amp;nbsp; I have lot's saved on my DVR and wish at this moment that I could just lay on my couch and veg out but I don't see that happening either.&amp;nbsp; Oh and I'm super duper excited for Friday because It's date night.&amp;nbsp; It's not very often that somebody will volunteer to come to our house and watch all three children.&amp;nbsp; So u wonder what we are doing?&amp;nbsp; That's the even more super duper exciting part.........................&amp;nbsp; Aaron's going to Tabatas with me for the very first time!&amp;nbsp; Yippee, and we might catch a bite to eat:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4908183109881390463?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2061662355625019041</id><published>2011-01-18T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:32:52.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>So far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english muffin 100&lt;br /&gt;cheese 90&lt;br /&gt;veggie sausage 80&lt;br /&gt;taco 210&lt;br /&gt;burrito 370&lt;br /&gt;coffee 150&lt;br /&gt;total so far&amp;nbsp; 1000&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup pasta 110&lt;br /&gt;sauce 200&lt;br /&gt;green salad 150-200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two went as well as it could for a busy day.&amp;nbsp; I've decided my goal weight is 145 and I would like to be at least 155 by Stellan's first birthday.&amp;nbsp; I think that's totally realistic since his birthday is two and half months away.&amp;nbsp; So yay for day two!&lt;div 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Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7174080191704415781</id><published>2011-01-17T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:12:25.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Business- but way more motivating</title><content type='html'>So I'm gonna do something that I wouldn't normally do.&amp;nbsp; It will cause up front and total honesty.&amp;nbsp; It will also be super duper scary and takes me being a little bit crazy.&amp;nbsp; Most women I know would not do this and I'm totally gonna jump on this ban wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;169.5~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Holy goodness loose some weight women right?&amp;nbsp; Right!&amp;nbsp; And that is the whole reason I'm doing this blog post, its called total accountability people.&amp;nbsp; The truth is I'm breastfeeding, working out, and the weight should be long gone.&amp;nbsp; But there for awhile I just was fed up.&amp;nbsp; Fed up with counting calories, working out really hard, and just not sticking with it.&amp;nbsp; Before I had Stellan I weighed 162 and after I had him&amp;nbsp;a week out I weighed 162 and yes I know I've gained weight. So I've decided that its time.&amp;nbsp; My husbands ten year is in 5 months and I went to school with all those people and would like to weigh a normal weight.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I also want one more little babe in the future and I refuse to stack weight on weight (hens the only gaining 20lbs while pregnant with sugar bear)!&amp;nbsp; So whats my game plan~&amp;nbsp; well I'm glad you thought that, because I'll tell ya 1500 calories a day, along with 3 workouts at the box (gym), and two at home workouts doing a little more Tabatas!&amp;nbsp; I also reserve the right to tell you all that I quite and this blog thing is a little more then I bargained for.&amp;nbsp; But honestly I think it will&amp;nbsp;help.&amp;nbsp; I also gonna try to count calories on here for my own personal accountability!&amp;nbsp; So here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Jan. 17th&lt;br /&gt;Kashi bar 120&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks Mocha 430~&amp;nbsp;One yum-ola fatty drink&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich thin 100&lt;br /&gt;lettuce 0&lt;br /&gt;onion 0&lt;br /&gt;turkey breast 45&lt;br /&gt;Baked Chips 140&lt;br /&gt;Cheese 90&lt;br /&gt;Apple 80&lt;br /&gt;=so far 1005&lt;br /&gt;1c. potatoe leek soup 275-300&lt;br /&gt;=1500&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7174080191704415781?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7174080191704415781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/scary-business-but-way-more-motivating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7174080191704415781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7174080191704415781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/scary-business-but-way-more-motivating.html' title='Scary Business- but way more motivating'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1389910220598185444</id><published>2011-01-14T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:18:10.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things pink</title><content type='html'>So for awhile I've been wondering if the longing everything pink (a.k.a really wanting my very own girl) came in the package of these two beautiful little girls that have blessed my heart.&amp;nbsp; I won't mention their names because they aren't mine, but I do consider them a big part of me.&amp;nbsp; I met them almost four years ago H was five and G was just under one and not even walking.&amp;nbsp; G endearment name from her mom was Timmy temper and boy did it stick.&amp;nbsp; She did have a mind of her own and if she didn't want to do what her mama wanted her too she would throw the biggest Timmy temper ever.&amp;nbsp; Never for me though (I guess I should consider myself lucky).&amp;nbsp; These little girls show me so much love.&amp;nbsp; I can always expect out of know where for miss H to just give me a big ol hug.&amp;nbsp; I love those hugs.&amp;nbsp; So anyways&amp;nbsp; after having Conner I took a break and what do you know several years later god brings these little blessing back my way. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TTE7SwKviqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/g_TvDNxZINw/s320/Jan+2011+083+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TTE7aeplkDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TQgpJFF8AgU/s1600/Jan+2011+088+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TTE7aeplkDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TQgpJFF8AgU/s320/Jan+2011+088+copy.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You may think their mama dressed them up all cute just for the photo shoot but let me tell you this folks.&amp;nbsp; Their mama dresses them Super Duper cute &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;, I mean &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have never met any children better dressed then these two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1389910220598185444?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1389910220598185444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-things-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1389910220598185444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1389910220598185444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-things-pink.html' title='All things pink'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TTE6EkGnHJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b8mczSse0rU/s72-c/Jan+2011+010+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-95367480654641041</id><published>2011-01-13T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:07:06.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabatas times 5</title><content type='html'>Oh I haven't mentioned on my blog yet about my super women powers.&amp;nbsp; Oh ya about three times a week I go work it out super women style.&amp;nbsp; Yep people this is one area in my life that I feel hard core.&amp;nbsp; Tabatas is by far the hardest workout I have ever done in my life.&amp;nbsp; The first time I did it, it took me nine full day's of barely walking to even do it again.&amp;nbsp; It was really pitiful, to the point of grabbing on to the shower and the sink just to sit down to go to the bathroom. &lt;em&gt;I cant believe I just talked about the bathroom on my blog. &lt;/em&gt;Anywho&amp;nbsp; I've been in the Tabata grove since August and was talking to The Tabata guru about stepping it up a notch.&amp;nbsp; I can't financially afford to go five day's a week, so he let me in on the six week Tabatas plan.&amp;nbsp; It in tales going my normal Mon, wed, and Fri to the box (the tabatas building) and then following his at home six week program where I track my weight and inches and give him a detailed report at the end of it.&amp;nbsp; Which is probably the only thing that will keep me motivated to actually do it at home.&amp;nbsp; So if you are interested on what my super women, hardcore work out is click on the link and take a looksie &lt;a href="http://www.fmwtraining.com/"&gt;http://www.fmwtraining.com/&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-95367480654641041?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/95367480654641041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/tabatas-times-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/95367480654641041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/95367480654641041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/tabatas-times-5.html' title='Tabatas times 5'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3201216138008949811</id><published>2011-01-08T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:48:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine month Birthday</title><content type='html'>Nine months ago today my husband and I welcomed a new little life into our world.&amp;nbsp; Our third blessing from god is now 9 months old.&amp;nbsp; Amazing how time flies!&amp;nbsp; It sure didn't seem that way when I was pregnant with him- but so worth this little miracle with the name Stellan:)&amp;nbsp; Happy nine months baby boy, I love you more then you will ever know.&amp;nbsp; You sit up, smile, say momma &amp;amp; Dada, laugh at your brothers, and love your baby food.&amp;nbsp; Again Happy nine months Stellan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSkvp1m6LZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6rW3AaAKy-g/s1600/Jan+2011+047+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSkvp1m6LZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6rW3AaAKy-g/s320/Jan+2011+047+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSkv8eHnVnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/j2FhPv7v7Uo/s1600/Jan+2011+057+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSfoN9mBq7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/NMai_qZkZoI/s1600/Jan+2011+040+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSfoN9mBq7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/NMai_qZkZoI/s320/Jan+2011+040+copy.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My middle child woke up Wednesday and had what I thought was a bad case of waking up on the wrong side of the bed.&amp;nbsp; He was whining and crying and just falling apart.&amp;nbsp; I checked for a fever and he didn't have one.&amp;nbsp; I also asked him what was wrong and all he said was he wanted to stay home with me a.k.a I don't want to go to school.&amp;nbsp; Well that doesn't fly in my book so I continued to get him ready for pre-school.&amp;nbsp; To be completely honest I knew something was off but just didn't know what.&amp;nbsp; I also had a Dr. appointment for Stellan that morning so it really was convenient for him to go to school.&amp;nbsp; I also didn't want to pull that whining mess along with me if we are being honest.&amp;nbsp; So I get him ready and he won't eat breakfast also a &lt;em&gt;big red flag &lt;/em&gt;but I dismissed that sign as well.&amp;nbsp; I take him&amp;nbsp;into the pre-school and he just falls apart.&amp;nbsp; Which is not unusual because he is a mama's boy and would rather stay with me then go to school.&amp;nbsp; This fit was a little extreme but I still brushed it off.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until that very next day at 2am that Conner came down with a high fever.&amp;nbsp; Since Thursday I've been fighting an on again off again fever.&amp;nbsp; Each time I think he is better he gets another fever.&amp;nbsp; So as I get him ready for bed tonight I look at is little tummy closely and realize he has a rash, a red bumpy rash.&amp;nbsp; Which means little Conner has Scarlet fever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And as a momma makes me sad that I didn't go with my gut feeling.&amp;nbsp; So I have been spending my time taking care of my little man.&amp;nbsp;I also&amp;nbsp;have learned when I think something is off it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2911746694642685686?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2911746694642685686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-mom-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2911746694642685686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2911746694642685686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-mom-moment.html' title='Bad mom moment'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSfoN9mBq7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/NMai_qZkZoI/s72-c/Jan+2011+040+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7044817429937731508</id><published>2011-01-06T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:38:31.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid fights!</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have came along way when it comes to fighting.&amp;nbsp; It seems that the longer we are married the less we fight.&amp;nbsp; I think it has a lot to do with the fact of learning to let the small things go.&amp;nbsp; Although the other morning I was determined to be right and that is a bad combo in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Especially before we both&amp;nbsp;have had that glorious liquid called coffee!&amp;nbsp; It all started with him commenting that he gets less sleep then I.&amp;nbsp; Well let me tell you folks I nurse a baby during the night and wake a eight year old up to go to the bathroom to prevent accidents.&amp;nbsp; He gets uninterrupted sleep for the most part.&amp;nbsp; I know he might hear Stellan squawk but he doesn't have to do anything but that!&amp;nbsp; I know this is a worthless argument that I shouldn't have tried to win, but like I said it was early in the morning.&amp;nbsp; My husband also thinks that I can sleep with lights on when he gets up in the morning at 4-5am.&amp;nbsp; He leaves the bathroom light on and the door wide open the whole time he's getting ready.&amp;nbsp; Including the time that he spends watching the news on the couch with his coffee. Rude I tell ya!&amp;nbsp; I still after 5 years of living together can't seem to get him to realize that that is Rude!&amp;nbsp; Lucky for him I love him to death and although I will still spend some time trying to get him to realize that the light thing is rude, Ill let the sleep thing go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7044817429937731508?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7044817429937731508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-fights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7044817429937731508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7044817429937731508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-fights.html' title='Stupid fights!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2546263222415463262</id><published>2011-01-02T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:46:39.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Monster</title><content type='html'>A very scary monster lives in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R u ready to meet the scary monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSFiplm0CFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wSESPXkJCXM/s1600/christmas+2010+327+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSFiplm0CFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wSESPXkJCXM/s320/christmas+2010+327+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Scary Monster Stellan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2546263222415463262?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2546263222415463262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/scary-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2546263222415463262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2546263222415463262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/scary-monster.html' title='Scary Monster'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSFiplm0CFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wSESPXkJCXM/s72-c/christmas+2010+327+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3834758288290643410</id><published>2011-01-01T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:57:11.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>This is the second Christmas where my children get a personal&amp;nbsp;visit from a big fellow in a red suit.&amp;nbsp; Little do they know that the man under the magical suit is their papa:)&amp;nbsp; This year my oldest cracked me up&amp;nbsp;when he asked me to help him with his Christmas wish list.&amp;nbsp; That part didn't crack me up because that's a very reasonable request, it was what was on the list.&amp;nbsp; It started out as 1.) FLAT SCREEN TV.&amp;nbsp; Oh my I thought to myself these kids think Santa is loaded!&amp;nbsp; It is so neat to watch all of the boys (my nephews included) light up when the knock comes at the door.&amp;nbsp; Here is a little peak at what came to our door on Dec. 24th 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSArp2nQodI/AAAAAAAAANk/3W-tIz6irDA/s1600/christmas+2010+084+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSArp2nQodI/AAAAAAAAANk/3W-tIz6irDA/s320/christmas+2010+084+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAr3f0yjEI/AAAAAAAAANo/QPpWmQ3uJAI/s1600/christmas+2010+090+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAr3f0yjEI/AAAAAAAAANo/QPpWmQ3uJAI/s320/christmas+2010+090+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAsDNur8jI/AAAAAAAAANs/no7GfpiwyGI/s1600/christmas+2010+093+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAsDNur8jI/AAAAAAAAANs/no7GfpiwyGI/s320/christmas+2010+093+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Conner calls him his Papa Santa, he knows Santa is real so that is all I care about at this point.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of if he thinks his papa is the REAL SANTA is besides the point in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAsf3jnyEI/AAAAAAAAANw/zqiy_eZs4A8/s1600/christmas+2010+095+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAsf3jnyEI/AAAAAAAAANw/zqiy_eZs4A8/s320/christmas+2010+095+copy.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Conner wanted to be Santa's helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAsuyQtDBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kfD_7qXJdI4/s1600/christmas+2010+080+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAsuyQtDBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kfD_7qXJdI4/s320/christmas+2010+080+copy.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Little T waiting, but not sure what he is waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAs_YxhLlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/20w9FWHR8Kk/s1600/christmas+2010+100+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAs_YxhLlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/20w9FWHR8Kk/s320/christmas+2010+100+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TSAs_YxhLlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/20w9FWHR8Kk/s1600/christmas+2010+100+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TQKbQrobfYI/AAAAAAAAANY/OestF9w-opc/s1600/alexanders+069+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TQKbQrobfYI/AAAAAAAAANY/OestF9w-opc/s320/alexanders+069+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TQKbk65ZaoI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q2SKdhB473E/s1600/alexanders+094+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TQKbk65ZaoI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q2SKdhB473E/s320/alexanders+094+copy.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can a family get any more beautiful then this?&amp;nbsp; I really don't think so!&amp;nbsp; This is the Alexander family.&amp;nbsp; They are very close friends of mine that I see on a weekly basis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I got the honor of taking there Christmas pics and it was a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4910434018707573366?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4910434018707573366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/12/alexanders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4910434018707573366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4910434018707573366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/12/alexanders.html' title='Alexanders'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TQKW-JaXbKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Bo0h5nZSWsk/s72-c/alexanders+007+copybw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3019313204585877255</id><published>2010-11-21T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:23:34.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hummmmm</title><content type='html'>As I&amp;nbsp;write this blog I'm not really sure what I will end up talking about (hence the title)!&amp;nbsp; So here I go...&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year my husband also.&amp;nbsp; We love Oct, Nov, and December.&amp;nbsp; I love the music, spending time with family, buying my kids presents, burning leaves candles,&amp;nbsp;drinking some dank-Ola wine and pumpkin spice lattes!&amp;nbsp; I love that one of my best friends is in town.&amp;nbsp; I love the leaves and the many pictures I've been getting with the beautiful backgrounds.&amp;nbsp; I have so much to be thankful for that I can't even list them all.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed with three beautiful little boys and a husband that loves me with all his heart.&amp;nbsp; Sap, sap, and more sap!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's football season just ended and now we are on to basketball.&amp;nbsp; And after basketball he plans to play baseball so I foresee my life getting busier and busier as my children grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner started preschool in September and I'm just now getting him to go into the classroom without crying bloody murder.&amp;nbsp; I also got to be the popcorn mom which I thought would be easy until I got there and realized I would have to fill 150 bags!&amp;nbsp; It was still lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stellan is growing like a weed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He is a big mamas boy and as I type this post he is crying for me to pick him up! Yes he still rules the roost and he's got it down to a T!&amp;nbsp; He eats around the clock and still sleeps with mama and Dada.&amp;nbsp;He rolls to the places he wants to go and is trying to learn to crawl.&amp;nbsp; He loves avocados, bananas, and applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband let me get finally my beloved vita mix and if you don't know what it is, it's fantastic!&amp;nbsp; I could really sell this product&amp;nbsp;for this company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my update and here is some pics of our life at the moment..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn0fS3U10I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JrtI4n0oOHg/s1600/nov10+286+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn0fS3U10I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JrtI4n0oOHg/s320/nov10+286+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn1Mk7ZIII/AAAAAAAAAMk/nuuqJ2qkypM/s1600/nov10+354+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn1Mk7ZIII/AAAAAAAAAMk/nuuqJ2qkypM/s320/nov10+354+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn1Y5MSFQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DbKCLIc41YQ/s1600/nov10+335+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn1Y5MSFQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DbKCLIc41YQ/s320/nov10+335+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn3RyNH3VI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bBj48ofi-1s/s1600/nov10+403+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn3RyNH3VI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bBj48ofi-1s/s320/nov10+403+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3019313204585877255?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3019313204585877255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/hummmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3019313204585877255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3019313204585877255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/hummmmm.html' title='hummmmm'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TOn0fS3U10I/AAAAAAAAAMg/JrtI4n0oOHg/s72-c/nov10+286+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1705187308237041489</id><published>2010-10-30T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T16:02:36.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins vs Punkins</title><content type='html'>I figured since October ends tomorrow night I better put my October festivities before the blog world. &amp;nbsp;Not that I have many readers but I love to read my fellow blog friends blogs, so its only fare to share! &amp;nbsp; My husband and I decided to take our three little men to the pumpkin patch along with a trip through the corn maze. &amp;nbsp;I just really wanted some &amp;nbsp;cute pictures and I think I accomplished that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyii7uyA5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/X7ApW5azxpc/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyii7uyA5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/X7ApW5azxpc/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyisrmxwgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7-VtUXx21ZU/s1600/IMG_2637+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyisrmxwgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7-VtUXx21ZU/s320/IMG_2637+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyjAQRF1II/AAAAAAAAAMc/D7luocyXtY4/s1600/IMG_2587+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyjAQRF1II/AAAAAAAAAMc/D7luocyXtY4/s320/IMG_2587+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course would love to promise pictures of my children in their costumes tomorrow and I assure you I have good intentions on it. &amp;nbsp;Oh, but I have to be honest I'm terrible at this blog thing. Even with having high hopes to have my little pirate, lion, and turtle make their debut on this blog, but no promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1705187308237041489?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1705187308237041489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins-vs-punkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1705187308237041489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1705187308237041489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins-vs-punkins.html' title='Pumpkins vs Punkins'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TMyii7uyA5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/X7ApW5azxpc/s72-c/IMG_2640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8806226272598617874</id><published>2010-09-12T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:29:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash his head in the Mud!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a journal for each of my children. &amp;nbsp;I figured anytime they have accomplished something or I wanted to write them something I would just put it in their journal. &amp;nbsp;Its my thoughts and feelings, and a lot of mush, mush from their mommy, but I think when they move out I will give it to them. &amp;nbsp;I thought I would share the one I wrote for Jackson this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my passive Jackson how I love your heart and soul. &amp;nbsp;You have always been a lot like your daddy. &amp;nbsp;You really have never been one to hurt another first &lt;s&gt;unless its your brother.&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You don't want to get in trouble. &amp;nbsp;I love that about you. &amp;nbsp;Even your teacher says that your one of her favorites. Such a great heart! &amp;nbsp;You started flag football this month and you absolutely have loved it up until this point. &amp;nbsp;You even said you liked it more then basketball. &amp;nbsp;But today a nine year old was picking on you. I didn't realize it at the time but he kept choking you and telling you to shut up! &amp;nbsp;You were so strong and hid it so well. Until we got in the car, &amp;nbsp;and a river started flowing out of your eyes. &amp;nbsp;At that very second as your mommy I wanted to find that little boy, and smash his face in the mud. &amp;nbsp;Nobody not even you will understand. That is not until you have a child of your own, how all of a sudden you have a strong &amp;nbsp;sense of protection &amp;nbsp;for your own flesh and blood:) &amp;nbsp;But just like you this is a learning moment for the both of us. &amp;nbsp;You are growing up so fast, and some battles I need to coach you on how to deal with it. &amp;nbsp;Others I will fight tooth and nail for, but this one, is one where I have to stand back and hope you follow daddy and my teaching. &amp;nbsp;I love you with all of my heart my sweet little boy. &amp;nbsp;Don't let anyone push you around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TI0dAhYXWwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YEvoScP-KEY/s1600/IMG_1170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TI0dAhYXWwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YEvoScP-KEY/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8806226272598617874?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8806226272598617874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/smash-his-head-in-mud.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8806226272598617874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8806226272598617874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/smash-his-head-in-mud.html' title='Smash his head in the Mud!!!!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TI0dAhYXWwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YEvoScP-KEY/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-6778710884794805033</id><published>2010-09-01T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:50:41.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bliss/Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6OtKy_MnI/AAAAAAAAALI/lqei7Z21qYk/s1600/IMG_1905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6OtKy_MnI/AAAAAAAAALI/lqei7Z21qYk/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6O1CfrYrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9mQ_upHhZYw/s1600/IMG_1950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6O1CfrYrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9mQ_upHhZYw/s320/IMG_1950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had the opportunity to travel to my sister-in-law's wedding this weekend and it so happened to be my husband and I four year anniversary. &amp;nbsp;Wow- four years to some may seem like a lot but it seems so minuscule since I've wanted to marry this man a week into our seven year courtship. &amp;nbsp;Finally he popped the question in 2004 and I was so happy. &amp;nbsp;I still love this man even more now then I did 11 years ago. &amp;nbsp;And as sappy as it sounds he still makes me all giddy inside when he smiles at me. &amp;nbsp;We now have three little boys together and he is a fantastic daddy to them. &amp;nbsp;We have been through thick and thin together and I'm sure I'm ready for any curve ball like has to throw at us as long as we can walk through the storm together. &amp;nbsp;Happy four year's Babe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6Rx3vxc0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dKUxiFYPuC8/s1600/IMG_2198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6Rx3vxc0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/dKUxiFYPuC8/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6RpV0kqeI/AAAAAAAAALg/K1uf99zNzbo/s1600/IMG_2062+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6RpV0kqeI/AAAAAAAAALg/K1uf99zNzbo/s320/IMG_2062+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now for the beautiful bride talk......... &amp;nbsp;My sister-in-law Jesse is amazing, and beautiful. &amp;nbsp;She had twin boy's a year ago and is a champ at being a mom. &amp;nbsp;She met her now husband at where she worked and hit it off instantly. &amp;nbsp;I knew wedding bells would come eventually and we were invited to the event that took place a day after our four year wedding anniversary. &amp;nbsp;It took place in Beautiful lake Tahoe and we had a great time and I got a few snapshots of the blissful wedding. &amp;nbsp;So here they are..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6Rr7OUT2I/AAAAAAAAALo/zQ9PVGcrX18/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6Rr7OUT2I/AAAAAAAAALo/zQ9PVGcrX18/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6RuM0kPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/myNkZ6bkBMc/s1600/IMG_2152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6RuM0kPTI/AAAAAAAAALw/myNkZ6bkBMc/s320/IMG_2152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-6778710884794805033?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6778710884794805033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-blissflashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6778710884794805033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6778710884794805033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-blissflashback.html' title='Wedding Bliss/Flashback'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TH6OtKy_MnI/AAAAAAAAALI/lqei7Z21qYk/s72-c/IMG_1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8546024735531909165</id><published>2010-08-19T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:35:14.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TG148g2UfvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bUYRIclIECM/s1600/IMG_1315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TG148g2UfvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bUYRIclIECM/s640/IMG_1315.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stellan my baby has taught me a lot of things. &amp;nbsp;More things then I think my other two had at this point. &amp;nbsp;I always thought I was in control, but don't let me fool you Stellan rules the roost :) &amp;nbsp;Yes my third baby boy has taught me a lot of things but the biggest thing is that he's going to do what he wants and if I want sleep I better follow his directions. &amp;nbsp;Yep he tells me this people (in a screaming manner). &amp;nbsp;So you get the whole story folks let's just go back to when Conner was born. &amp;nbsp;Conner slept in his own bed. &amp;nbsp;I got up and fed him and always laid him down. &amp;nbsp;After all my bed is my bed, and that is how it was always going to stay. &amp;nbsp;Then Stellan came along and I just thought it would be easier to just nurse him in bed, wrong thinking. &amp;nbsp;Well then it got really hard to feed him and stay awake. &amp;nbsp;And then after feeding him if I wanted to lay him down I would have to re-swaddle him. &amp;nbsp;That's a lot of work when you are so tired. &amp;nbsp;So he just continued sleeping in bed with me. &amp;nbsp;Now that's all fine and dandy but what happens when I decide that he needs to learn to go to sleep on his own? &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you already guest, he wont go to sleep on his own. &amp;nbsp;He screams bloody murder. He wants to sleep by me, I mean he loves sleeping by me. &amp;nbsp;So my RULES have gone out the window. &amp;nbsp;Sure I could break it but when its bed time I just want to go to sleep, and he goes right to sleep if I hold him. &amp;nbsp;So for now he will sleep with me and then we will have to revisit this latter. And my secret will still stay my secret, especially from the pediatrician!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8546024735531909165?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8546024735531909165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dirty-little-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8546024735531909165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8546024735531909165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dirty-little-secret.html' title='My dirty little secret'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TG148g2UfvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bUYRIclIECM/s72-c/IMG_1315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1567335390181173775</id><published>2010-08-18T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:03:28.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bride, gifts, and spiked lemonade</title><content type='html'>This last weekend I was a guest at a bridal shower that looked like it jumped out of a Martha Stewart's Magazine. Every inch of it was covered in little details that a lot of people wouldn't even think about. &amp;nbsp;The coolest thing about it was that all the decorations were hand made mostly by the bride. All of the party's details was very much appreciated by me in what most people would find odd. &amp;nbsp;I love party's, and I love love party's that are very well planned. &amp;nbsp;What delights me to my core (weird I know) is that the party planner and I are related. &amp;nbsp;She is my sister in law and has won herself a new title in my life, MY NEW PARTY PLANNER!!!! &amp;nbsp;So I'll give you a little look-see ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse (a.k.a Martha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwof2qkjvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DqXb6-5jwag/s1600/IMG_1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwof2qkjvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DqXb6-5jwag/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa (mother of the bride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwonx05iuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LoVRign2oDo/s1600/IMG_1496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwonx05iuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LoVRign2oDo/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Loosening up tool (because let's face it people showers can be awkward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwotn4WzQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_aKTRIvOFDA/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwotn4WzQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_aKTRIvOFDA/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGws97TLy7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6xkgS6_d8cw/s1600/IMG_1489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGws97TLy7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6xkgS6_d8cw/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cash and Miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwtFGtk2nI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xwwHjm7If5s/s1600/IMG_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwtFGtk2nI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xwwHjm7If5s/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwtLHRWXSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hzITHIArtNE/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwtLHRWXSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hzITHIArtNE/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwtOsqZDUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2eRGD28ddqo/s1600/IMG_1515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwtOsqZDUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2eRGD28ddqo/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stellan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwusxep7DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/19SWbrA6VDQ/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwusxep7DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/19SWbrA6VDQ/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1567335390181173775?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1567335390181173775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/bride-gifts-and-spiked-lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1567335390181173775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1567335390181173775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/bride-gifts-and-spiked-lemonade.html' title='A bride, gifts, and spiked lemonade'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGwof2qkjvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DqXb6-5jwag/s72-c/IMG_1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3726550163101288266</id><published>2010-08-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:16:35.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty pooper</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's right folks.&amp;nbsp; I've been attempting potty training my stubborn turd (that's a endearment name)!  I seriously thought I would have to send this kid to a poop boot camp.  I have been pulling my hair out just trying to get "poo poo in the potta"!  That's the song I've been singing, hoping it would catch on!  After countless attempts, I knew I had to be successful seeing how I lied when I signed him up for pre-school in May when I marked "potty trained" and signed the waiver.  The worse part of the lie was that he's going to a christian pre-school.  Oops! Hey, in all seriousness, I really thought I would have this under control.&amp;nbsp;  I could do anything in four months right? Wrong!  This child has shown me he ain't doin anything that he don't want toooooooooo!  After sweat, tears, and a lot more sweat, I feel semi-confident in telling you I finally think I did it.  After him peeing in the front yard, Safeway parking lot, pooing in the bathtub many times, peeing in my house so many times he could fill up the grand canyon, wiping poo off my floor (thank goodness for hardwood floors), many purposely driven accidents in public, and alot of my tears (and like I said sweat) we are finally (I think) potty trained!  Yippee..........................  So here is my lovely little turd Conner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGQdoosHyDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EYrPjStdrfA/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504557228508039218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGQdoosHyDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EYrPjStdrfA/s640/IMG_1104.JPG" style="display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3726550163101288266?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3726550163101288266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/potty-pooper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3726550163101288266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3726550163101288266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/potty-pooper.html' title='Potty pooper'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TGQdoosHyDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EYrPjStdrfA/s72-c/IMG_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2309263077553601763</id><published>2010-07-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:08:23.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjBQIFijLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B2YBBD-Beo0/s1600/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjBQIFijLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B2YBBD-Beo0/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496855827998477490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjBAFX_fkI/AAAAAAAAAII/jZUMIoQnQJA/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjBAFX_fkI/AAAAAAAAAII/jZUMIoQnQJA/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496855552392658498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjAtKbIiGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P08qQy09QjU/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjAtKbIiGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P08qQy09QjU/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496855227330496610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjAZFV3izI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hHJ8llXTIV0/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjAZFV3izI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hHJ8llXTIV0/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496854882368850738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been MIA for a while, mostly because I've been blog lazy and going a little crazy!!!  My house lately is a bit of a mad house to put it lightly!  I'm trying to potty train my very stubborn three year old, take care of my three month old, clean my house, have a social life, work-out to loose this pre-baby weight (yep I said it, pre-baby weight), be a referee between my seven year old and three year old every 2.5 seconds, diet, and so on and so fourth!  I have been taking pictures with my fabulous camera that I love love.  And like My friend Kim said your picture's are only as good as the person standing behind the camera.  Which is a fare warning that I am a beginner picture taker!  So here is a little of our summer fun.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2309263077553601763?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2309263077553601763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/07/splish-splash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2309263077553601763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2309263077553601763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/07/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/TEjBQIFijLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B2YBBD-Beo0/s72-c/IMG_1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4363476344583747022</id><published>2010-05-27T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:56:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6IIZOKa3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LwXWNoKC6mw/s1600/stellan+one+month+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6IIZOKa3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LwXWNoKC6mw/s320/stellan+one+month+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475963874719722354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6HkezsWkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TOXfAnjSKcY/s1600/stellan+one+month+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6HkezsWkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TOXfAnjSKcY/s320/stellan+one+month+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475963257744022082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6HaK3qxII/AAAAAAAAAHY/4uB1hONXGhI/s1600/stellan+one+month+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6HaK3qxII/AAAAAAAAAHY/4uB1hONXGhI/s320/stellan+one+month+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475963080593294466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6HGSBUU5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H9NfVxkKnmQ/s1600/stellan+one+month+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6HGSBUU5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H9NfVxkKnmQ/s320/stellan+one+month+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475962738915431314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4363476344583747022?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4363476344583747022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4363476344583747022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4363476344583747022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S_6IIZOKa3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LwXWNoKC6mw/s72-c/stellan+one+month+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4810719184682418181</id><published>2010-04-17T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:45:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Stellan Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S9EW_uZmmTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/l1ooPb5k3MU/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S9EW_uZmmTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/l1ooPb5k3MU/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463173107020110130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S849T9as05I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pa3Ylnf2T7s/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S849T9as05I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pa3Ylnf2T7s/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462370811160351634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8Th was a  big day for our family.  It started at 4:15 am when I woke up to my alarm and started getting ready.  I had prepared for two other big day's just like this in the past, but of course my nerves were getting the best of me.  I took a long shower, did my hair, make-up, and woke up my favorite little men.  They were very tired but were so excited about going to Nana's that they got out of bed really easy.  Aaron woke up and got ready at Aaron's pace which is about as fast as a turtle (unless of course he's going to work).  We loaded up at 5:45 as a family of four and headed to P.hill to drop our two boys off at my parents.  I kissed them goodbye and told them that that night they would get to see the little person that they have been waiting to meet for nine months.  Then we were off to the hospital with only one quick stop at the Starbucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We parked our car and walked into the hospital. Then we just waited for the nurse to come down and get us. Aaron kept looking at the 5 star lobby and was amazed as I was just anticipating what was to come.  She quickly came and I knew there was no turning back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then were shown are room and I got to put on one of those cute gowns (completely kidding).  They started the pitocin at 9am and my doctor took a guess at when this baby would make his appearance.  She guessed 1:45pm, taking in account that my last son took six hours.  She then came in at 9:30am to break my water and went to do a c-section since we had plenty of time.  At 10am labor was getting intense and I had the epidural.  I felt fantastic for 30 min and then had no relief at all.  Lets take one step back for a second.  My nurse went to lunch right after the epidural because  she thought it would take awhile.  Then it got really intense and of course I'm thinking what kind of freaking pain relief is this!!!  I told the nurse that was there and she just decided to check and realized it was time, and time now!  They couldn't find the Dr. at first and my husband was telling me to not push until the Dr. arrived.  Sounds easy right? Wrong!!!  Very hard not too!  The Dr. finally arrived and at 11:16a.m. Stellan Aaron was born.  My husband of course shed a few tears of joy.  I on the other hand just wanted to hear him cry.  When my baby's are born that is the first thing I want to hear is their little cry.  But Stellan needed a little coaxing and finally I heard that wonderful sound.  I love that little babe with all of my heart and am so happy god picked me to be his mama!!!  So here is baby Stellan................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4810719184682418181?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4810719184682418181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcoming-stellan-aaron.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4810719184682418181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4810719184682418181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcoming-stellan-aaron.html' title='Welcoming Stellan Aaron'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S9EW_uZmmTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/l1ooPb5k3MU/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-193211716283668556</id><published>2010-04-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:14:26.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lVR49hcBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZJMU8sdXWTg/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lVR49hcBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZJMU8sdXWTg/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456486189372633106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lVLL5fsHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z57K3-bWmXU/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lVLL5fsHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z57K3-bWmXU/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456486074196930674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lUuHZCzmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hHzLPa7-goQ/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lUuHZCzmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hHzLPa7-goQ/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456485574770871906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lUf7b7dRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XoyaCxHl_Qc/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lUf7b7dRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XoyaCxHl_Qc/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456485331043579154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lUXNdddaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NkDqvBV7oG0/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lUXNdddaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NkDqvBV7oG0/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456485181263017378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family had a very packed fun filled Easter.  It was also a lot of fun to test out the new camera.  I wanted to put the photo's through Photoshop, but then realized I probably wouldn't get around to that so here are some!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-193211716283668556?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/193211716283668556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/193211716283668556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/193211716283668556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S7lVR49hcBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZJMU8sdXWTg/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-6030616111636631713</id><published>2010-03-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:32:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is Near......</title><content type='html'>And no people I'm not talking about the end of the earth (that date I do not know).  I'm talking about meeting our sweet little baby boy, our third boy, and for those of you wondering what his name is the end of not knowing is soon here as well.  I find myself towards the end of my pregnancy becoming a bit of a hermit (note to Chrystal, make me leave my house).  I get tired and just plain done being pregnant.  It takes a lot of energy to leave my house.  Especially with two other children.  I start to get grouchy as well,  and then I cry for no good reason (guess I'm just a bit of a baby at the end).  I'm really excited to meet our little addition that has taken over my body for almost 9 and a half months.  And to tell you the truth I'm looking forward to labor, because at least that will be the start of my body starting to move towards feeling normal. I have at most two weeks and a few day's to be pregnant and that seems so quick to most.  But to me everyday feels like a week.   So I'm going to do myself a favor today and my kids one as well.  That favor is to go outside and try to forget about time!  So I hope everyone enjoys their spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-6030616111636631713?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6030616111636631713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6030616111636631713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6030616111636631713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-is-near.html' title='The end is Near......'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2276172002714289569</id><published>2010-03-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:40:46.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I'm going to add in here that I started this last night, but I just needed to go to bed.  I saw this on the Heir to Blair and decided that since I've done a lot of complaining lately that I need to take my time and be thankful.  So here it goes.........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm thankful for having a roof over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A reliable car to drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-For the most part healthy children that show me love each and everyday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A husband that I adore who works very hard for our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A house to call my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A healthy pregnancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Great friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A New camera that I'm so excited about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A forgiving, loving god (this should be number one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My own health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My husband living through two scary seizure's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The blessing that came after his two seizure's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Great Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there is more but I have a two year old that want's to snuggle so that is all for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2276172002714289569?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2276172002714289569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2276172002714289569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2276172002714289569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7715678022469845003</id><published>2010-03-13T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:05:23.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know I was pregnant!  Really?</title><content type='html'>I was really bored the other day and was t.v. searching.  I stopped when I saw a show that said I didn't know I was pregnant!  Me being very interested in pregnant show's stopped at this one to take a peek.  If you haven't seen it, it is about women that go nine months and don't know they are pregnant.  Now since it hasn't happened to me, I can't say it doesn't happen, but come on!  I'm on my third pregnancy and each and every one of them I felt like a little punching bag.  Literally it feels like someone is inside me trying to rip themselves out.  I have to pee every two min, and with two of my pregnancy's I've felt like my rib is being cut in half.  Very interesting show let me tell you.  But to me I feel you would have to be oblivious to the world, if by the third trimester you didn't feel a little off! Anyway's weird, just plain weird!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7715678022469845003?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7715678022469845003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-didnt-know-i-was-pregnant-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7715678022469845003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7715678022469845003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-didnt-know-i-was-pregnant-really.html' title='I didn&apos;t know I was pregnant!  Really?'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-598665456255906185</id><published>2010-02-21T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:16:30.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast no Breast?</title><content type='html'>I'm a huge advocate of breastfeeding.  I think it's what's best for baby.  My first son however I was just too young and didn't get past the horrible part.  When my second son came along I had my husband for support and ended up breastfeeding until he was 13 months old.  And guess who has the best immune system?  My second son of course!  What triggered this post was a post up on facebook.  It said "If breastfeeding offends you then put a blanket over your head" and at first my response was of course!  I agreed with it 100%.  It went on to say a mother posted some pictures, of her breastfeeding and facebook took them down.  Breastfeeding doesn't offend me one bit.  It's normal and what our bodies are supposed to do.  Now personally I wouldn't flop out my breast in public and feed my child, but I would and will feed my child under a blanket in public.  I don't look down on people who do that of course.  But I can see how some people wouldn't want to see your breast.  So after seeing the picture's that the lady re posted I realize what the whole issue was.  I also see the point of one being uncomfortable with a women with her shirt down.  Regardless of the baby eating or not.  There are Lot's of nature things that us humans do that are better left covered (or of course behind closed doors).  So any hoo to me either way it doesn't offend me, but I can see both sides!  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-598665456255906185?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/598665456255906185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/breast-no-breast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/598665456255906185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/598665456255906185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/breast-no-breast.html' title='Breast no Breast?'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3981898229672139590</id><published>2010-02-16T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:51:28.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>I'm not one to love being pregnant.  This is the third time I've been pregnant in my life and I'm either sick, tired, and definitely sick of being tired!!!  9 months feels like forever, and I know I should just be grateful to be able to have children.  I know that logically but my body reminds me everyday how much being pregnant is not my thing.  I love, love, love the end result of being pregnant of course.  And I wouldn't change any thing about how my boy's got here.  I only have eight weeks left until this little one arrives and I can't wait.  Seriously people, eight weeks feels like nine months.  I live each day waiting for it to be bed time.  I haven't been physically sick, just so tired.  Usually weight gain during pregnancy gets me down but I have managed to only gain 12 pounds in 32  weeks.  I am very proud of myself in that aspect, because I had 20-30 to loose before hand.  I hate how I'm an active person and my favorite things these day's consist of the bachelor, lost, desperate housewives, the real housewives, greys anatomy, american idol, and I could go on and on.  I've always loved TV, but this pregnancy has brought on a whole new meaning.  I dvr (what I would do without my dvr, I don't know) my shows and then go to bed.  Then watch them during nap time the next day!  Any activity past 730 you can just forget it.  My husband misses his wife, and I miss him too.  So that sums up that I am more then ready to be done being pregnant!  Hope you have a nice day, I'll spend mine being tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3981898229672139590?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3981898229672139590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3981898229672139590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3981898229672139590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4580585681734219581</id><published>2010-02-10T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:05:55.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little words</title><content type='html'>You think you'll remember every little word your child speaks.  How could you forget?  Maybe you think you haven't forgotten.  The little phrases or even how they say their name at the age of two.  I also love all the names my oldest thinks we should name the baby.  Regardless of the fact that the little one already has a name. He still spews names like Puzzle, Memory, and several others that I can't think of at the moment.  My youngest tells me "in a second mama" after I have told him to come here.  Or "I do it myself", and "oh my goss"!  My oldest use to call cookies "kakadee's",Or milk "nilk".   Just little words, I know one day I won't hear anymore.  So at least I wrote some down.  I love my children's voices.  Even a neighbor say's she love's hearing my two year old talk.  Little kids are amusing to me (especially mine).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4580585681734219581?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4580585681734219581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4580585681734219581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4580585681734219581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-words.html' title='Little words'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4356573863401752672</id><published>2010-02-07T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:36:13.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Little Bottoms Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S29qh7i6yoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2yTfjj_BF6o/s1600-h/bumGenius-3pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S29qh7i6yoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2yTfjj_BF6o/s320/bumGenius-3pack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680406411856514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I came to cloth diapering was hearing a friend talk about it.  Although I must say when she was talking about it I was thinking "okay Kim, have fun scooping poop!"  Then I saw her little one's tush in cloth diapers and I've got to say it makes for  the cutest little bottoms ever.  I also found out how much money I can save as well.  My middle child stayed in cloth diapers until he was two and then his thighs got too chunky.  He since then has started wearing them again. He slimmed down.  He also refuses to potty train and I am worn out with being seven months pregnant and trying.  I'll try again after the baby's born.  I know its horrible timing.  Potty training will be really fun along with taking his pacifier away that he only uses at night.  I still don't regret making my kids pacifier babies considering it took me forever to stop sucking my thumb when I was young.  I always knew that I would try to force the pacifier because I knew I could take away a pacifier but not a thumb.  Okay back to the tush. I'm really excited for this babies tush considering I started Conner at 4 months and I'm starting this one at birth.  It will be even more cute seeing a tiny baby in cloth diapers.  I know cloth diapering is definitely not for everyone, but it is surprisingly for me.  My husband thought I was insane until he realized how much money I save by doing it.  So without further ranting here is the babies diapers that are waiting his arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4356573863401752672?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4356573863401752672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/cutest-little-bottoms-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4356573863401752672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4356573863401752672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/cutest-little-bottoms-ever.html' title='Cutest Little Bottoms Ever'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S29qh7i6yoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2yTfjj_BF6o/s72-c/bumGenius-3pack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1157626570529609441</id><published>2010-02-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:20:35.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaccines?</title><content type='html'>When I had my first son I was really young.  And looking back there was a lot of things I did not analyze as a mother.  I didn't know the importance on breastfeeding and I knew nothing about Vaccines.  I just took my child to the doctor for his check ups and thought nothing more.  Five years later I had my second son and I started to think a whole lot more.  Before I get any further I'm going to say this is how I feel on this subject and nothing more.  It's my views, and my blog so I'm going for it.  I find vaccines are for the most part fantastic.  I think in my point of view that there are some that I wouldn't feel comfortable with my child not getting.  With that said I will tell you that after my second was born I still felt like vaccines are necessary but wanted to know what they were injecting my child with.  Then my friend pointed out this book called "The Vaccine Book", by Dr. Sears.  It was a different kind of vaccine book from most.  It was a book that just gave you the facts.  It wasn't pro vaccine or against vaccines.  It told you everything, down to what is in the vaccine it self.  It let's you think and educate yourself on vaccines.  After reading that book I find myself questioning some vaccines.  Like Hep B, that is a sexually transmitted disease.  For me I feel like this vaccine could wait until my child was a little older.  Its given in the hospital and at one month.    I also feel like the one dose fits all is ridiculous.  Should a five pound baby get that same as a 10 pound baby?  Of giving a baby five shots at one time.  That just seems like a system overload.  So for me I will still have my doctor look at me like I'm crazy for making my own vaccine schedule.  And my next child will only receive one vaccine at a time.  Oh and for parents that think my partial vaccinated child is risking their child's health, they really need to think on that one.  Because if their child is vaccinated then what are they worried about?  So I said what has been weighing on my mind.  That book made me think. It's really great info weather or not you do feel one way or the other.  So if your curious you should read it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1157626570529609441?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1157626570529609441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/vaccines.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1157626570529609441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1157626570529609441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/vaccines.html' title='Vaccines?'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5199318702729560971</id><published>2010-02-04T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:54:20.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's New bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S2sAVqg6ZNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1Tug8gjwV00/s1600-h/choc.cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S2sAVqg6ZNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1Tug8gjwV00/s320/choc.cream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434437747542222034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5199318702729560971?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5199318702729560971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-s-new-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5199318702729560971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5199318702729560971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-s-new-bed.html' title='Baby&apos;s New bed!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/S2sAVqg6ZNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1Tug8gjwV00/s72-c/choc.cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2794983976271469287</id><published>2010-01-16T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:26:24.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My children</title><content type='html'>I was laying next to my two year old this evening and my mind was going while his was drifting away into a peaceful sleep.  I started thinking and praying about my children.  Thanking god for my precious gifts.  Praying that I die before them because I cannot stand the thought of loosing them.  Thinking of a family member who carried her baby for nine months knowing she wouldn't live without a miracle.  Tears started rolling down my face as I thought how hard it would be to hold your beautiful child knowing they only have maybe an hour to live.  I pray for them, because even though I know that little baby went to be with god, its the one's who live that have that loss forever.  Also those parents that go through their children being sick and not knowing if they will survive.  I think sometimes I take my children for granted and need little reminders.  Reminders like when my two year old climbs into my bed and I want to take him back to his so I get better sleep.  Or when I'm so tired and my children just want me to play with them. Or it seems I'm telling them to use their quiet voices when they are screaming and giggling through the house.  I love my kids more than I love myself.  I would die if I ever lost them.  I'm glad god gave me a reminder today, to try and cherish every waking minute of every day.  Every laugh, and cry my children make.  I hope you do too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2794983976271469287?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2794983976271469287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2794983976271469287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2794983976271469287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-children.html' title='My children'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3527604816661267669</id><published>2010-01-04T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:56:11.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified</title><content type='html'>Terrified is definitely the word that comes to mind after I've watched my husband have his second seizure.  The unknown scares me, and I know god is testing me.  Its five forty four in the morning and just two hours ago I had the paramedics in my house.  Aaron of course had know idea what was going on, still dazed and confused from the seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August of 2008 he had his first one. After that one it took me months not to wake up to every single noise he made.  The after math of that one caused us to rent our house to get out of medical debt.  This time our insurance is ten times worse.  Instead of having them rush him to the hospital this time I had them wait.  I said I would take him.  Was that the right decision?  You see I wanted him to help me make the decision this time.  Of course I know the repercussions that come with the ER and all the tests.  This time since it is the second time I'm sure he'll be put on medication.  Which is fine by me.  It will give me some reassurance that maybe it wont happen again. Last time they told us we would just have to wait to see if it happens again.  Aaron's source of living is driving, by law they are supposed to suspend his license.  What about that?  I guess I'm just going to have to give it to god.  It is five fifty two and I have to call the doctor at eight.  Aaron, and I decided to wait on the ER and call the doctors in the morning.  I hope they can just put him on some medication without having to run all those really expensive test.  I guess I'll have to wait and see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3527604816661267669?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3527604816661267669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/terrified.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3527604816661267669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3527604816661267669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/terrified.html' title='Terrified'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1832939153880552208</id><published>2009-12-23T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:31:45.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is Coming to town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKoNfL4IKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZtsDiBJK2w/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418578251343208610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKoNfL4IKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZtsDiBJK2w/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKoGdhiJyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wE0tg-MxDFc/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418578130638087970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKoGdhiJyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wE0tg-MxDFc/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKn_v9kxiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QBe2prlMuik/s1600-h/IMG_0952+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418578015328454178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKn_v9kxiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QBe2prlMuik/s320/IMG_0952+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better watch out, better not cry, better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. He's making a wish, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice, Santa Claus is coming to town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess our children were good enough this year to have a personal visit with Mr. Claus. Actually if you look close its my father in law in a Santa suit. Although our oldest knew that it was his papa, Conner was freaked out. He only got close to get the presents and then backed away. My husband and I had no idea that this visit was going to take place, so we were busting a gut! Most of the picture's I got Santa was trying to keep his suit on, or are a little dark. But here is a couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1832939153880552208?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1832939153880552208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-clause-is-coming-to-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1832939153880552208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1832939153880552208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-clause-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is Coming to town!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SzKoNfL4IKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZtsDiBJK2w/s72-c/IMG_0945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5100813859528748467</id><published>2009-12-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:57:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin New Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sywy5ea2DnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OYpLBGiMIyY/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416760414819454578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sywy5ea2DnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OYpLBGiMIyY/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who said girls are the only one's who can dazzle with new red shoes? Well that is certainly not the case. The moment my friend (life with the lairds) Kim brought her adorable son over in these shoes I fell in love! You see lately I have been having baby girl shoe envy, and it's nice feeling to fall in love with little boy shoes (since all I have to dress is three boy's)! So without further a due let me introduce Conner's new red shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5100813859528748467?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5100813859528748467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockin-new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5100813859528748467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5100813859528748467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockin-new-shoes.html' title='Rockin New Shoes!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sywy5ea2DnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OYpLBGiMIyY/s72-c/IMG_0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3431501164191810699</id><published>2009-12-18T15:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:37:45.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckmama Is giving Lightroom away!</title><content type='html'>Mckmama is giving an awesome giveaway.  Just go to her blog and get your name put in for this one.  You don't want to miss your chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.mckmama.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3431501164191810699?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3431501164191810699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/mckmama-is-giving-lightroom-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3431501164191810699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3431501164191810699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/mckmama-is-giving-lightroom-away.html' title='Mckmama Is giving Lightroom away!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7042528625342401961</id><published>2009-12-17T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:19:18.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SypnkRAX1XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0j-9uHES_cA/s1600-h/IMG_0808+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416255374604359026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SypnkRAX1XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0j-9uHES_cA/s320/IMG_0808+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SypnY85iC4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Bk1IO482rFc/s1600-h/IMG_0806+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416255180228397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SypnY85iC4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Bk1IO482rFc/s320/IMG_0806+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7042528625342401961?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7042528625342401961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7042528625342401961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7042528625342401961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SypnkRAX1XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0j-9uHES_cA/s72-c/IMG_0808+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-54684461804899261</id><published>2009-12-16T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:16:02.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Crazy</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have agreed to have seven kids in my house. Am I crazy? That is what I ask myself every time I get out of bed. Then there are the day's when Jackson is whining, Conner is throwing a Timmy temper and I look down at my stomach and think "what have I gotten myself into?" I mean come on three boy's! Yes I said it three boy's. I might just very well loose my mind. But yet I still if it was affordable would probably have one more. No not to get a girl. I have learned my lesson with this one. God does not answer prayers when it comes to children's gender. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit (that is what my seven year old says)!  You might be a tad bit disappointed when you realize your going to have three little peckers in the house!  Oops did I just say that, I should have mentioned this was going to be a uncensored blog.  But I've gotten over it, at least I got over it after my ob-gyn told me she wouldn't hack it off to make it a girl.  Hey I didn't ask or suggest she just knew on the third I would really like to see some pink. Wow this blog has gone in a whole different direction then what I had planned. But anyways I'm done and over it to a point.  I love my little boy's and wouldn't trade not one of them for a girl.  My husband is ecstatic (he wouldn't know what to do with a girl) and I am ready for ******* to arrive!  So my conclusion after all that is I am a little crazy.  Ask me how I am in three in a half months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-54684461804899261?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/54684461804899261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/call-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/54684461804899261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/54684461804899261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me Crazy'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7213330343042171470</id><published>2009-12-15T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:55:43.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with Christmas- In my eyes!</title><content type='html'>Okay so if you are apart of these actions that some people take during Christmas time, I am truly sorry if I offend you. That is not my intentions. So my apologies before hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know decorating has just gone way over board. And at times I wish it would just sink to the bottom of the ocean! I'm talking about what use to be a wreath on the front door has now gone to a different level. The front door thing was so nice, that now people plaster them on their vehicles. Not just that, you know those cute glass snow globes people collect on their mantel? Well now they are magnified by 10,000 and slapped in peoples front yards. Or the people that take the time to hang lights and ruin it by plugging in 10 different types of lights and hanging them on one stretch of their house. Or forgetting that there is two feet on every strand of lights that doesn't have lights on them and then stringing them. Hello people you have a two foot gap with no lights that looks like you have stretches of burn out lights! The best yet is that I'm surrounded by houses on each side of me with hideous decorations. And every year when I'm asked how I like their lights I have to tell a little white lie! I've got one set of neighbors that decorate for EVERY holiday. I'm not joking even St. Pa tricks day. And they don't just string up a few lights they have huge blow up lawn ornaments for EVERY holiday. Before I get to my last point I'll point out that I was driving a few blocks down my road and all of a sudden I see this SUV that has reindeer horns attached to each side of their car. I mean come on people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving point is that one year my house was one of those houses who's lights went up with two feet gap's. And then the worse part was I couldn't get my husband to take them down til February! This year he decided that he was going to go looking for those lights. He asked me "babe where are those lights?" I replayed " they went in the garbage, the moment they came down so I would never have to deal with that again!" And I explained he wouldn't want to put up lights anyways because he would have me there supervising, and he would get very annoyed! So that is my stand point on Christmas decorations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again if I offended anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7213330343042171470?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7213330343042171470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-wrong-with-christmas-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7213330343042171470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7213330343042171470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-wrong-with-christmas-in-my-eyes.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with Christmas- In my eyes!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3562372391551048016</id><published>2009-12-14T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:07:25.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SyZ-2BOSCWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WapB9xyPEI8/s1600-h/IMG_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415155068465973602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SyZ-2BOSCWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WapB9xyPEI8/s320/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SyZ-v91SW3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/dSZCHwZishs/s1600-h/IMG_0837+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415154964476615538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SyZ-v91SW3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/dSZCHwZishs/s320/IMG_0837+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life for me has been kind of crazy and exhausting, between watching four other children plus taking care of my own. Jackson is in Basketball and has two practices a week, and I have to drive him to and from school everyday. Oh and of course being pregnant with my next son is also very tiring but exciting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming and my children love, love, love, the advent calender with goodies in it. My youngest is only interested when the little door has cookies and cream chocolate behind it. He could careless about stickers or children tattoos! The Christmas tree is up and the stockings are hung, and the Santa Claus wish lists have been mailed to the north pole! I can hardly believe that next week is Christmas. I try to take time and remind my little one's that Christmas is about Jesus being born. But of course they have silver presents under the tree to remind them that the day to open them is near!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is an update, I'm not sure when I will feel up to the next one. So that has to be all for the time being!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3562372391551048016?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3562372391551048016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3562372391551048016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3562372391551048016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SyZ-2BOSCWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WapB9xyPEI8/s72-c/IMG_0839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5818587584978050171</id><published>2009-11-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:31:07.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Starts Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SwAr0XlTwQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ku9PbWrolpw/s1600-h/IMG_0328+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404367731528286466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SwAr0XlTwQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ku9PbWrolpw/s320/IMG_0328+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was Jackson's first tournament for basketball. It all started well. Jackson made a basket and I could already tell he had a fire for the game. The moment the ball went in the hoop his arms were up and swaying in the air. He had the biggest grin on his face as well, and of course he looked at his dad to make sure his dad was looking at him. Then it was time for the second game and as they were loosing. I could tell Jackson's demeanor changed drastically. The grin was gone, and his zest for the game had fizzled dramatically. The moment the game was over he found his first relative which happened to be Aaron's father's wife, and the crocodile tears came a rolling down. He started with saying ''I don't want the yellow team to be better then me." It then came with "and daddy isn't going to buy me ice cream." I of course reassured him that he was going to get ice cream, and daddy would still too. Jackson's team was doing as good as they could for their first time playing. Anyways he dried up his tears and we headed to the gym for his final game and of course we were playing Sheldon. Well anyone reading this blog that went to the same high school knows that Sheldon had a smugness about them when we were in high school. Then I start thinking to myself, we are at 1st grade level these parents can't possible be that way at 1st grade level. Oh boy was I wrong! They were commenting to our coach all the things we were doing wrong. I guess if I'm going to be a sports mom I've got to get use to this. If it's like this now then it will be a whole lot worse when he gets older. So that was our first game day. I enjoyed it, and Jackson loved it (after he found out he was still getting ice cream)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5818587584978050171?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5818587584978050171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/jackson-starts-basketball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5818587584978050171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5818587584978050171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/jackson-starts-basketball.html' title='Jackson Starts Basketball'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SwAr0XlTwQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ku9PbWrolpw/s72-c/IMG_0328+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4604083851321348278</id><published>2009-11-14T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:57:05.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES LIFE IS SCARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sv-YKRWzzxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ZbynT0LGag/s1600-h/IMGP0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404205380093071122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sv-YKRWzzxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ZbynT0LGag/s320/IMGP0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this picture today and found it so cute. I wish sometimes my scary moments in life was being afraid of a play structure's bridge. That's what is so sweet about life. Children's biggest obstacles are the smallest most of the time. It also reminded me that even when I feel alone there is always someone helping me along, God! In this moment Peanut was so lucky to have his big brother there to hold his hand and help him with his obstacle that he had to face. I love moments like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4604083851321348278?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4604083851321348278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-life-is-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4604083851321348278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4604083851321348278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-life-is-scary.html' title='SOMETIMES LIFE IS SCARY'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sv-YKRWzzxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ZbynT0LGag/s72-c/IMGP0626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-5464994160729658476</id><published>2009-11-09T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:21:39.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Stellan</title><content type='html'>I don't even know this little baby boy named Stellan.  But my prayers are with his family and most of all him through this difficult day.  God bless baby Stellan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-5464994160729658476?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5464994160729658476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/praying-for-stellan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5464994160729658476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/5464994160729658476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/praying-for-stellan.html' title='Praying for Stellan'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7290511208598855388</id><published>2009-11-05T16:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:20:35.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMZILLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SvNrzXJU2tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lKd5IXOoRPA/s1600-h/annoyed%20mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400778908277988050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SvNrzXJU2tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lKd5IXOoRPA/s400/annoyed%2520mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning left me frazzled and irritated to no end! My house, car, and my brain felt and looked like a tornado hit it. My children were misbehaving. My jeans were still wet from the dryer not doing it's job. My son didn't do his homework, and every time I asked for him to do something it took ten minutes. I could go on and on and on. Oh and the night before I got three hours of sleep. So that by itself probably made everything ten times worse! So yes MOMZIILA is the word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7290511208598855388?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7290511208598855388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/momzilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7290511208598855388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7290511208598855388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/momzilla.html' title='MOMZILLA'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SvNrzXJU2tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lKd5IXOoRPA/s72-c/annoyed%2520mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7506861680281534205</id><published>2009-10-30T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:01:33.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Names</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out what this little peanut will be if its a girl.  Although it's a secret, I feel relieved that I now know!  So now I feel a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of relief boy or girl the baby will have a name that I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7506861680281534205?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7506861680281534205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-names_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7506861680281534205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7506861680281534205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-names_30.html' title='Baby Names'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-474573899873178005</id><published>2009-10-02T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:12:12.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Names</title><content type='html'>Naming my children has been relatively easy the last two times.  This time on the other hand seems to be a really big task.  I want more of a unique name for this one, and if it's another rambunctious baby boy I've got the perfect one.  But then again if it's a little girl I'm lost!  We are, oh wait back up, I am not wanting to find out the sex.  Aaron on the other hand is very impatient.  who would have ever thought that the person that can't wait til Christmas to give me the gift he has gotten me would be impatient.  He also lets me pick the name for the most part.  I just have to run it by him.  I'm praying that god will give me (if it's a girl) the perfect name.  I'm so afraid that it will be a girl and I won't have any idea what to name her. So this is my blog for today.  One of my fears! And my big prayer.  I've prayed for a little girl.  Even my friends have prayed for god to give me a little girl.  If he answers my prayer "what am I going to name her?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-474573899873178005?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/474573899873178005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-names.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/474573899873178005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/474573899873178005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-names.html' title='Baby Names'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4096481728075418108</id><published>2009-09-14T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:02:25.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been Awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7nm7h_vfI/AAAAAAAAADc/lAKX7tJcGGM/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381493260755647986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7nm7h_vfI/AAAAAAAAADc/lAKX7tJcGGM/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7ndBXRLxI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjqH-lgQISA/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381493090522574610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7ndBXRLxI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjqH-lgQISA/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7nWH8FUiI/AAAAAAAAADM/nkkUtzbxkMU/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492972028514850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7nWH8FUiI/AAAAAAAAADM/nkkUtzbxkMU/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile since I have posted anything and I think the main reason why is that I have been so tired since learning out I was pregnant. So this will be a short post of our outing at the beach a few weekends ago. We had a great time. It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4096481728075418108?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4096481728075418108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4096481728075418108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4096481728075418108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its Been Awhile.'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sq7nm7h_vfI/AAAAAAAAADc/lAKX7tJcGGM/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-960841779472245954</id><published>2009-08-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:41:39.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>Usually I can't remember my dream but oh do I remember this one. Okay so it all started with visiting my friend Kim and her family. Her husband is a pilot for the navy, and I have never been on a plane. Hopefully you can follow me on this, because it is one of the most funniest and horrifying dreams I have ever had. Can you put funniest and horrifying in the same sentence?? Well I just did, so anyways her husband loves cigars. He loves them so much that he has humidifier's for them. Three to be exact. One of them is a little black case that he proceeded to let me know can go 100 feet underwater. Okay hopefully you are following me on this. So I get home and the first night I am home my dream started out that Kim, Dustin, and I are getting on a plane. Dustin is flying the plane and I am terrified. Not that he is flying it but that I am scared to fly and never have. So the flight is beautiful and going smoothly. Dustin says its a perfect day to fly. I'm doing okay at this point. But all of a sudden something goes terribly wrong and we are going to crash into the ocean. I start freaking out, yelling at him. But the last thing I say before we crash and I wake up is "Dustin we are all going to die but at least your freaken cigars will be okay!!!!" So that was my dream, what do you think??? Did I mention they live right next to the navy base so there is planes flying over their house every couple of minutes. So It's so funny to me how my brain took dustin being a pilot, me never flying, cigars, humidfyers, and plane crashes and put it into a dream that seemed so real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-960841779472245954?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/960841779472245954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/960841779472245954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/960841779472245954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-97596399938085576</id><published>2009-08-14T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:57:06.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just found out Saturday that I will be adding to our family.  We are so excited and cant wait to meet our new little Gielish addition!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-97596399938085576?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/97596399938085576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pregnant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/97596399938085576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/97596399938085576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant!!!!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3203237956441715995</id><published>2009-08-07T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:12:21.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>So today was a very, very, long day indeed. It started out with me watching my childcare kids three hours earlier than normal. At five minutes past nine the chaos's began. It literally seemed as if production had started and these kids were stars of the movie Little Rascal 2. So the day ended up being exactly that, until five thirty when the rascals were picked up. So I feed my two children, chicken and a granola bar with some yogurt. And get them off to bed! Peace right? Wrong!!! My husband walks in acting like a two year old with a bad mouth. I on the other hand have chosen not to partake in his Timmy tempers at all. Which I'm sure it bugs him because misery loves company and he was having a bad day. I have my lovely friend Kim to keep me in line. Now if we could find someone to keep my husband in line it would be awesome. So I'm almost positive that he will call me tomorrow and apologize but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally go to see my beautiful twin nephews and I just love them so much already. They are so perfect. And have such a wonderful Daddy and Mommy. I got to stay to hold them for 2-3 hours. It was so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3203237956441715995?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3203237956441715995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/insomnia-what-heck-ill-just-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3203237956441715995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3203237956441715995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/insomnia-what-heck-ill-just-blog.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2329641695725471074</id><published>2009-07-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:34:20.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry's, Yumm-o-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZgKk2ioI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Vvlf4pZgP0/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493028025830018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZgKk2ioI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Vvlf4pZgP0/s400/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peanut has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; ate everything.  Little man on the other hand has been a tight lipped, shaking the head, picky eater from the moment he started eating baby food.  It's just now at the age of six that he started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; almost everything.  They dug in to the strawberry's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even leave me one.  The picture's were so cute I just had to post them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZZenQWfI/AAAAAAAAACc/UE1dl6GYZlA/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361492913145534962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZZenQWfI/AAAAAAAAACc/UE1dl6GYZlA/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZPsUCvKI/AAAAAAAAACU/1Hx1mAeszWk/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361492745024355490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZPsUCvKI/AAAAAAAAACU/1Hx1mAeszWk/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2329641695725471074?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2329641695725471074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberrys-yumm-o-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2329641695725471074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2329641695725471074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberrys-yumm-o-la.html' title='Strawberry&apos;s, Yumm-o-la'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmfZgKk2ioI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Vvlf4pZgP0/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7812690201839859656</id><published>2009-07-21T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:33:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So here is part of the table.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmakrBvievI/AAAAAAAAACM/G9pw6rKPllQ/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153465540311794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmakrBvievI/AAAAAAAAACM/G9pw6rKPllQ/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmaklPfWcSI/AAAAAAAAACE/P3OdF7Huzcg/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153366151295266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmaklPfWcSI/AAAAAAAAACE/P3OdF7Huzcg/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its missing four chairs, but who needs chairs. My hubby said he will put the other four together tomorrow after work. Will see about that. I don't believe those things until it has happened before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7812690201839859656?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7812690201839859656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-here-is-part-of-table.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7812690201839859656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7812690201839859656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-here-is-part-of-table.html' title='So here is part of the table.'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmakrBvievI/AAAAAAAAACM/G9pw6rKPllQ/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-8200378228628147859</id><published>2009-07-21T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:30:43.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Daddy I Help!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Smaj8Ped_OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FhJLymmEM4I/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361152661772958946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Smaj8Ped_OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FhJLymmEM4I/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmajZ1CgmmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/op42GW_LPiE/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361152070560815714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmajZ1CgmmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/op42GW_LPiE/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally my hubby started to put the table together. He had a little helper that insisted on helping do everything. It was so cute I took some pictures of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-8200378228628147859?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8200378228628147859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddy-i-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8200378228628147859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/8200378228628147859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddy-i-help.html' title='&quot;Daddy I Help!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Smaj8Ped_OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FhJLymmEM4I/s72-c/IMG_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1765396911238825290</id><published>2009-07-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:51:08.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo Gone Wrong!</title><content type='html'>Yep, getting my table after waiting over a year for it would be all to perfect if something didn't go wrong.  I got so excited that I went to the store negotiated the price.  Payed for It.  My husband met me there, loaded it up, unloaded it, took it out of the box, and then after the store had already closed realized it was missing the table legs.  So I guess I'll just wait another day.  Oh well, its kind of funny how excited I get over a table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1765396911238825290?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1765396911238825290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-hoo-gone-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1765396911238825290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1765396911238825290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-hoo-gone-wrong.html' title='Woo Hoo Gone Wrong!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-4525162129930711099</id><published>2009-07-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:54:07.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo</title><content type='html'>I'm finally on my way to the store for my kitchen table.  I'll tell you how great it is tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-4525162129930711099?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4525162129930711099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-hoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4525162129930711099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/4525162129930711099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-hoo.html' title='woo hoo'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1818529217317809149</id><published>2009-07-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:31:09.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Testosterone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmC1T0e1v2I/AAAAAAAAABs/HsBn74qtO3o/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmC1T0e1v2I/AAAAAAAAABs/HsBn74qtO3o/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359482908681027426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that, oh yes I did.  My first baby was little man (boy), then a nephew chomper (obviously a boy), then I had peanut (another boy), then another nephew T (boy again), but then my sister in law got pregnant with twins will call them M &amp;amp; C so with those odds there has got to be a girl right???  Wrong!!!  Both boy's.  Has anyone been keeping track, that's six boys from three different family's.  What are the odds of that?? So my hopes for a girl my third time around are definitely squashed.  Good thing I love little boys.  Don't get me wrong pink would be fabulous, I mean what women wouldn't want everything pink.  Well I'm sure some women don't want everything pink.  But I would, so at the moment that is all that counts. So here is a picture of the special men in my family.  I'm sure in about a year will add another little boy to our bunch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1818529217317809149?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1818529217317809149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-much-testosterone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1818529217317809149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1818529217317809149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-much-testosterone.html' title='Too Much Testosterone'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SmC1T0e1v2I/AAAAAAAAABs/HsBn74qtO3o/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7906569856639275487</id><published>2009-07-13T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:17:54.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOgAhR53I/AAAAAAAAABk/bsPXHeCzz0U/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOgAhR53I/AAAAAAAAABk/bsPXHeCzz0U/s200/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358103230978058098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOVjPHg5I/AAAAAAAAABc/L8x1ialqQjU/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOVjPHg5I/AAAAAAAAABc/L8x1ialqQjU/s200/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358103051318559634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOO3h4vyI/AAAAAAAAABU/700a6BvFG-s/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOO3h4vyI/AAAAAAAAABU/700a6BvFG-s/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358102936506908450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, myself, little man, and peanut decided to do some blueberry picking.  It was really nice. Peanut kept saying "it good mama".  I think he ate the branch and all.  All of it was fair game.  Little man kept trying to get enough to bake a pie.  My husband was just eating and picking all at the same time.  I of course was the referee.  I didn't know how much of a competition it was to little man until he kept claiming each blueberry bush. And screaming at peanut to get away.  Oh brotherly love.  They are so close all the time.  Yeah right!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7906569856639275487?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7906569856639275487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blueberrie-picking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7906569856639275487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7906569856639275487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blueberrie-picking.html' title='Blueberry picking'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlvOgAhR53I/AAAAAAAAABk/bsPXHeCzz0U/s72-c/IMG_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-7464766962089882367</id><published>2009-07-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:17:49.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun, Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sllj4DaqVMI/AAAAAAAAABE/hvV9T8fDKLA/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sllj4DaqVMI/AAAAAAAAABE/hvV9T8fDKLA/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357423046374872258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Slljxjlur0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3BjQHuORJXc/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Slljxjlur0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3BjQHuORJXc/s200/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357422934752145218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlljjiiG11I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uQk29-YmkiA/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlljjiiG11I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uQk29-YmkiA/s200/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357422693950347090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my time away from the family.  My hubby and I decided to take the kiddos out to a local park.  And we were suprised when we found that it was only us at the park.  That is okay though.  It gave me plenty of space to play with my new camera.  I've only had it for about four hours and I'm already amazed with what it can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-7464766962089882367?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7464766962089882367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-fun-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7464766962089882367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/7464766962089882367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, Fun, Fun!!!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/Sllj4DaqVMI/AAAAAAAAABE/hvV9T8fDKLA/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-1196279047722172097</id><published>2009-07-11T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:10:41.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll try Most Things Once, and the Key Word Is Once!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlliOPJfcPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xdzsrSItLgk/s1600-h/IMGP0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlliOPJfcPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xdzsrSItLgk/s200/IMGP0775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357421228457947378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I tryed Eugene's famous Country Fair.  A good friend and I decided that we wanted to know what all the fuss was about.  Although some of it we didn't understand like naked people walking around.  And women with there friends painted.  Some of it was really facinating.  The band we heard was really great.  The food was awesome and if you love to people watch this is definetely the place for you.  But after all that I think one time is enough for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-1196279047722172097?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1196279047722172097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-try-most-things-once-and-key-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1196279047722172097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/1196279047722172097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-try-most-things-once-and-key-word.html' title='I&apos;ll try Most Things Once, and the Key Word Is Once!!!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlliOPJfcPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xdzsrSItLgk/s72-c/IMGP0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2956420667661985122</id><published>2009-07-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:06:06.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want daddy</title><content type='html'>Oh yes the time has started.  Peanut has learned his daddy's soft spot, and he uses it accordingly to his special plan.   That plan usually starts at about eight in the evening when mommy Lay's peanut down for bed.  And the screaming starts with these exact words as loud as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peanut&lt;/span&gt; can scream them. I want daddy!!!!  I explain to my husband that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; if he screams  that daddy will come running.  My loving husband on the other hand thinks peanut just needs to cuddle.  So it begins my friends, peanut has his daddy wrapped around his little finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2956420667661985122?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2956420667661985122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2956420667661985122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2956420667661985122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-daddy.html' title='I want daddy'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3548925062714074476</id><published>2009-07-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:40:50.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Table That I Cant Wait To Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlVmXfW8FmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ThQGTDa_Kw8/s1600-h/world+market+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlVmXfW8FmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ThQGTDa_Kw8/s200/world+market+table.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299885567809122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found my perfect table that will last me hopefully twenty years.  The problem is I have to wait for it to go on sale.  World market usually has a sale every 3-4 months.  And I just happened to need it right after it went on sale.  So here I wait, and wait, and wait some more for it to go on sale.  But when it does I'll be way more happier to get it then even my camera.  So what does this perfect table look like you should wonder (and if not I have to post it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any way's&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3548925062714074476?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3548925062714074476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-table-that-i-cant-wait-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3548925062714074476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3548925062714074476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-table-that-i-cant-wait-to-get.html' title='My New Table That I Cant Wait To Get'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlVmXfW8FmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ThQGTDa_Kw8/s72-c/world+market+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-2961526844359912262</id><published>2009-07-08T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:55:53.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>So about three months ago I had my IUD removed.  My husband and I had decided that in about six months we would start trying for our third and final baby.  My main hold up is that I would like to shed about 60 pounds at the time.  But now only 34 left to go!  His is how much money it will take, since we have terrible insurance.  He also has mixed emotions about raising three children.  Although I won the argument saying that in 10 years we would never look back and wish we hadn't had the precious little miracle.  But I certainly would regret not having one last child.  So here I am today late starting my monthly cycle and not knowing what my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instincts&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy test would be.  I really want to shed those last 34 pounds, instead of packing on more.  Knowing me I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; either way.  So yeah for a period if it chooses to come and if not a few more months would be awesome as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-2961526844359912262?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2961526844359912262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2961526844359912262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/2961526844359912262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-3196273940583812907</id><published>2009-07-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:39:27.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures too come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlQUaoN4jRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CaZxhZSd03c/s1600-h/41ZKW9pmZVL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlQUaoN4jRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CaZxhZSd03c/s200/41ZKW9pmZVL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355928304555166994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the okay from my Hubie to just buy a new camera.  I don't know how I got it but I did.  So it should be here in about 7 day's.  So what did I buy the canon SX10IS.  Oh so excited!!!! Only my friend kim could get as excited about a camera as I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-3196273940583812907?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3196273940583812907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pictures-too-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3196273940583812907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/3196273940583812907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pictures-too-come.html' title='New pictures too come'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idz1Y4YvWfI/SlQUaoN4jRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CaZxhZSd03c/s72-c/41ZKW9pmZVL._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-962456829793536558</id><published>2009-07-03T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:51:11.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love to Run!</title><content type='html'>Oh how I'm so looking forward to my run tonight with my friend Crystal in the 90 degree weather.  We are trying to loose some extra stored luggage on our bodies. Our sisters are both getting married in August.  And Unfortunately we are both in their weddings. This is week three, and it is finally just starting to get better.  I use to run all the time before kids.  For some reason it is soooooooo much harder these day's.  One of these day's I will actually blog about liking to run.  Probably not, but its worth wishing for!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-962456829793536558?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/962456829793536558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-how-i-love-to-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/962456829793536558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/962456829793536558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-how-i-love-to-run.html' title='Oh how I love to Run!'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051883855416806360.post-6802658292882396532</id><published>2009-07-03T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:31:14.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and me</title><content type='html'>Peanut and I had a blast today.  His big brother went camping and his daddy was attempting to catch some Salmon.  So we had a mommy day.  I decided to take him to lunch because he kept telling me it was time to go bye, bye.  We arrived to where we were going to eat and of course the first thing he wanted was a balloon.  I let him have one even though I despise balloons.  Then we were off to find a place to sit and surprisingly enough he got in the high chair with out making a scene. Yes!! This is going to be a great day.  Then I let him choose what he would like to eat.  Which was retarded to think he would just tell me.  I would say peanut would you like pizza or chicken.  Then he would say chicken and pizza.  So when all else fails choose chicken I decided.  After our lovely lunch we were off for some shopping.  When I only have one child its like heaven to shop.  Or I thought.  Forgetting to remember I have a two year old.  We proceed to get out of the car and he throws a little Timmy temper because he wants to take the balloon with him.  I knew if I let him, he would let go of it and scream and holler because he lost his bawoon.  That is what Peanut calls his balloon these day's.  But being as determined as I am I still decide I was going shopping.  The shopping ended out being great.  I got what I needed and made it home just fine.  I managed to get the wedding gift I need along with the birthday present.  And made it home without a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3051883855416806360-6802658292882396532?l=thegielishtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6802658292882396532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-and-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6802658292882396532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3051883855416806360/posts/default/6802658292882396532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegielishtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-and-me.html' title='Mommy and me'/><author><name>Falynn Gielish Photography</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157821469682448066</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
