<?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-12558500</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:55:04.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainbow Connection</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is designed to keep family and friends informed of the latest news and developments of Lauren Isabella.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-116416987066100695</id><published>2006-11-21T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:31:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Tries Hard To Tell The Story But It's A Hard One To Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20252.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20252.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned before that one of my favorite things to do is to sneak up onto the kitchen table and steal apples, or mandarins or pears, out of the fruit bowl and sit there for several minutes munching away on them.  Then, I climb down and walk around with it a bit until I've had enough because the apple has now become a soggy mess so I throw it somewhere in the living room.  Not much is new around here.  Our weather has been terrible and both my mommy and I have been sick for a week.  I didn't leave the house for three days but I went to daycare today.  I still had a runny nose and cough (my mommy has a nasty cough and its even keeping her awake at night) but I did alright.  I haven't been able to go outside for weeks, its depressing.  I have been saying a few new words though; HI, UP &amp; DOWN (and I even know what they mean) and I say WHAT and THOSE and today I said BEEP and LIGHTS and TREES!  My parents are very proud.  Oh by the way, if anybody wants to send us to Maui anytime soon we would be more than willing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-116416987066100695?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/116416987066100695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=116416987066100695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/116416987066100695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/116416987066100695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-tries-hard-to-tell-story-but-its.html' title='She Tries Hard To Tell The Story But It&apos;s A Hard One To Tell'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-116339894123522554</id><published>2006-11-12T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:22:21.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Maui, One Year Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/maui%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/maui%20001.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Anniversary to my Godparents, Jody and Dario.  xoxoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-116339894123522554?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/116339894123522554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=116339894123522554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/116339894123522554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/116339894123522554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/11/memories-of-maui-one-year-later.html' title='Memories of Maui, One Year Later'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-116339879036083321</id><published>2006-11-12T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:19:50.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Maui%20Forty%20Seven%20Weeks%2047.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Maui%20Forty%20Seven%20Weeks%2047.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that was a pretty long hiatus.  I have been growing several teeth all at once.  Its been tough on all of us, but I am still sleeping well and eating alright.  Our weather has been solid rain for what seems like weeks on end.  I haven't been able to play outside or at the park for a few weeks, so yesterday my mommy and daddy took me swimming in the tot pool at Chimo!  It was so much fun, I played for almost an hour and had a ton of fun with daddy.  I could stand up and walk around on my own so no one had to hold me down like last time I went swimming.  I started daycare last Tuesday for four days, so far, it is going really well.  I like being around the other kids and I enjoy the stimulation plus I have been taking naps every afternoon while I'm there because I get so tired out.  We had flu shots on Friday and I got redness in my face and mommy has been feeling sick ever since.  She is looking for a job now that I will be in day care.  Grady is no longer coming over because his mommy is home now on maternity leave, she is having another baby at the end of this month.  Tracee, Russell and Taytum welcomed a baby girl into their family last week, her name is Nyla Morgan, she looks just like her mommy and is a good baby, she sleeps!  Not like me at that stage :-(  The holidays are coming up quick.  We don't have any plans yet but within two or so weeks I guess all the decorations are going to start going up so I'll have way more exciting things to play with and place in my mouth, and line up on all the furniture.  I got a toddler bed, it has a princess on it.  Tonight is my first night trying it out, but its very cute and fun.  I could get up at any time and play in my room throughout the night!  My parents hope I don't do that though.  A year ago this weekend we were in Maui for my godparents, Jody and Dario's wedding.  Mommy is depressed that its been so long already and that our weather is so nasty compared to the beautiful paradise of Maui.  What she wouldn't do for another day to shop in Wilea while sipping a latte.  Daddy would probably love to sit out on the balcony during the evening listening to the wind in the trees and the water and I would love to be at that super pool at the Grand Wilea Resort again that had caves and slides and islands!  *sigh* back to reality.  This weekend also marks Rememberance Day, making our daily life routines seem so much less important than the people we are paying tribute to.  Good night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-116339849142442229?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/116339849142442229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=116339849142442229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/116339849142442229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/116339849142442229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-looked-out-window-long-hard-moment.html' title='She Looked Out The Window A Long Hard Moment and She Looked Into My Eyes, She Didn&apos;t Have to Say A Thing, I Knew What She Was Thinking'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115801273342134962</id><published>2006-09-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:12:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Need A Blue Sky Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Ontario%2036.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Ontario%2036.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back from our long journey in Ontario.  What a ride.  We flew overnight to Toronto on Tuesday, August 29 and with the time difference, arrived at 7:15 am on Wednesday morning.  I did not sleep on the plane, no one did, but it was important that I slept which I did not.  I tried to nap on my mommy's lap but would awaken with every movement and sound.  Wednesday morning in Toronto turned out to be a trying experience for me and my parents because we couldn't check in to our hotel until 1 pm and had 5+ hours to kill, PLUS, I was miserable, on no sleep, and wouldn't sleep in the car or stroller.  Tough, very tough.  We picked up our rental car which turned out to be way too small for all of our baggage (a lot) but we crammed it all in anyway because we were too cheap to rent a minivan which would have cost over $1000.  We killed a few hours at the fantastic Eaton Centre mall in downtown TO and my mommy did some powershopping while I screamed and my daddy tried to calm me down.  We finally were able to check in to our hotel and we all took a nap, and then, ate McDonalds and drove around downtown.  It was nice, especially for mommy to see all the wonderful city and stores.  I discovered the week before in Penticton that I am in love with McDonalds french fries, no salt, so when my parents are desperate for me to eat dinner on the road, they now have an option.  Not a healthy one, mind you.  The next day we crammed ourselves in the car again and headed down for Niagara Falls.  My parents have been there before but my Nonna hadn't.  It was beautiful and fun and I had gotten some sleep so I was in a bit of a better mood.  I got to see a baby tiger in the hotel lobby (did I mention that downtown Niagara Falls is like a mini Las Vegas?) and I threw up on one of the dining room chairs.  oops.  That evening we hit the outlet mall, its the best mall of outlets in Canada and once again, my mommy did some damage. Daddy bought me a cute Nike outfit and a Roots jean jacket!   The next day we headed up to Cottage Country to visit with my Nana and Poppa, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.  We stopped in St Jacobs, a Mennonite village, on the way but I was miserable so we could only breeze through.  We had dinner with everyone the first night at the cottage and I was still trying to catch up on sleep.  I no longer nap in the car, which sucks for my parents.  The next day was the big 50th anniversary party and I had a nap in the afternoon so we barely made it to the park ontime to get our pictures taken.  It was a beautiful dinner and dance except that my daddy let me fall on the wooden stairs at the old church and land on my head.  I screamed and ruined my cousin Hayley's singing debut performance.  I also clung to mommy for dear life the entire night (actually, the entire vacation as a matter of fact) so she didn't get too much of a chance to visit with all the Tuck families and friends, but it was nice to see everyone anyway.  For the rest of the week we visited with family, drove around showing Nonna the area in which my daddy was raised, and ate and slept well.  It was great.  The weather was ok, not great.  We had some rain and it was never warm enough for me to swim in the lake, not until the day we left.  The day we left for Toronto ended up being another shopping excursion for my mommy as we went to a new, very large shopping mall in Vaughn called Vaughn Mills.  It was nice and mommy and daddy both found a few things but the weather was very stormy and the power went out just as we were in Holt Renfrew!  We had a few more hours to kill before signing in at the airport so we ate on the go at Tim Hortons and Harveys (gross) and then ended up being perfectly on time at the airport only to have our flight delayed by two + hours which sounded, at the time, like my parent's worse nightmare.  Instead of leaving at 11 pm we left at 1:30 am and everyone was tired, including me.  They had extra room on this flight so I got my own seat which was awesome because I ended up getting about 3 hours of sleep!  My parents didn't get any but that's ok.  My dvd player in which my parents usually amuse me with when they are desperate didn't work because the power had been left on and the battery was dead! Thank God they didn't really end up needing it because I settled down ok.  Anyway, we are home now and back to Vancouver time, sunshine, and all caught up on sleep.  Mommy returns to work tonight and daddy still has the week off.  I am still being clingy to mommy and Grady is back today.  Mommy finally cut off my hair.  It looks ok, rather cute, but she may have to go even shorter as there is still enough for me to grab at.  Pictures to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115801273342134962?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115801273342134962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115801273342134962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115801273342134962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115801273342134962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-need-blue-sky-holiday_11.html' title='You Need A Blue Sky Holiday'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115800956844459122</id><published>2006-09-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:28:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation All I Ever Wanted, Vacation Had to Get Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Penticton%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Penticton%201.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from Penticton on August 26, it was a great vacation!  We took our new trailer and I did so well in it.  I slept through the night in the playpen and I even had a nap or two!  The weather was a bit cloudy the first two days but it was still warm enough for me to swim in the campground pool.  The campground was nice, and the washrooms were very convenient.  I got to have two showers!  We went to the waterslides park one day, that was the highlight of the trip for me!  So much fun, I went down some of the baby slides with both my parents and I loved it.  It got really nice and hot too, and mommy bought me Dora's backpack at Wally World and it is now one of my favourite toys.  We met up with some friends up there and it was fun to have the company, even though I am not social enough yet to play with the other kids.  Anyway, like everything else that is fun, it went by too fast.  My mommy has a new addiction, Iced Cappucinos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115800956844459122?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115800956844459122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115800956844459122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115800956844459122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115800956844459122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/09/vacation-all-i-ever-wanted-vacation.html' title='Vacation All I Ever Wanted, Vacation Had to Get Away'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115610721464803557</id><published>2006-08-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:05:44.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On Let's Get To It, I Know That We Can Do It, Where Are We Going, On A Driving Adventure, Where Are We Going, On  A Driving Adventure!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've been getting feedback for the lack of updates.  The truth is that my mommy hasn't taken any pictures of me recently because I have a huge bald spot on the right side of my head from pulling out my hair.  It's not pretty.  Mommy is currently contemplating whether or not she is going to cut my hair into a short, boyish haircut so there will be less for me to pull.  However, the downside to that is that there will be even less long hair to cover up the bald spot then.  I'm an entire new generation for the combover.  My current bad habits are as follows: finger sucking, hair pulling (out) and pooping in the tub.  My mommy's newest and baddest habit: Starbucks.  My daddy's list is endless.  HAHAHA!  Just Kidding Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy as usual but my daddy is now on vacation for the next month!  Yesterday, both mommy and daddy took me swimming to the outdoor pool at Eagleridge, it was so much fun.  We leave on Wednesday for a camping trip in our trailer in Penticton.  We'll be there until Saturday and mommy is looking forward to a nice break from the dogs.  They are staying at the City of Coquitlam Kennels.  There is a pool at the campground we are going to so I will be having lots of fun.  Don't know if I will be able to update while we are away, but now that we have a laptop I just may be able to.  Hope your summer is going well and you are enjoying the sun.  My mommy is so happy to be going to Penticton again, its been years for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115610721464803557?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115610721464803557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115610721464803557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115610721464803557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115610721464803557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/08/come-on-lets-get-to-it-i-know-that-we.html' title='Come On Let&apos;s Get To It, I Know That We Can Do It, Where Are We Going, On A Driving Adventure, Where Are We Going, On  A Driving Adventure!!!'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115385018375484039</id><published>2006-07-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:56:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Must Have Been Dreaming, And I Must Have Been Someone Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20203.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20203.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second attempt at posting this exact one because the first one didn't work and is now disappeared!  How frustrating because of course I can't remember everything I said now.  Anyway, I will try.  We had a heat wave in Vancouver this past weekend and I discovered that I love popsicles!  They are perfect, cold, sweet and messy, just the way I like it!  My mommy finally got a weekend off (without even asking for one...bonus!) so we took our new tent trailer up to Paradise Valley in Brackendale (Squamish) and tried it out for the first time.  It was rushed but we had a good time; I love nature and the outdoors, I take after my daddy that way.  Mommy is more of a city girl because she likes shoes and handbags.  I finally fell asleep and slept really well despite the fact that I was in a playpen which I have long since outgrown.  Man, it was hot though!  I love summer, my mommy set up a turtle pool in the front yard for me and put a few rubber duckies in it and it has provided endless entertainment for me!  I also love that I can go to bed in nothing but a diaper.  This coming weekend is also a busy one for my family because we are having lots of friends over for my mommy's forever 29 birthday party, it should be fun.  I will be shooed to bed rather early but there probably won't be too many other kids here.  Grady, of course who is a permanent fixture around here, and maybe Luca, but other than those two, I'm not sure what kids may be coming if any.  There will be lots of food though, as always, and CAKE!  I have had lots of appointments again recently and there are still many more to come.  Physio, OT, pediatrician and two specialist appointments in the Fall.  They always put me in a bad mood.  Mommy is looking for a new dog-walking partner to walk for 1.5 hours (Just over 6 km) in the Mundy Park neighbourhood.  She goes at 6 am, before I get up and her old partner/best friend Jody moved to Abbotsford so now the dogs are even fatter and lazier because they have only had 1 walk in the past 2 months.  Mommy is going to be fatter and lazier soon too if she doesn't find anyone.  Its hard to get up that early but its worth it to stay in shape and feel better. Any takers????  ANYONE????!!!!!!  She may be able to find someone at Thrifty because there are lots of active staff there, however, its the 6 am thing that will make it difficult.  It's hard to go later now because I hate being in the stroller for that long, which is why her and Jody started going at that time in the first place.  We finally got my 18 month portraits back and while they are not as great as the baby portraits I always had done, they are ok considering I won't sit still and I get annoyed very easily, especially when someone tries to control me.  If you are close family or friend then your copy awaits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I sure hope this one posted otherwise I'm going to scream!  I hope you are having a great summer and I'll try and update again very soon. xo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115385018375484039?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115385018375484039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115385018375484039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115385018375484039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115385018375484039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-must-have-been-dreaming-and-i.html' title='And I Must Have Been Dreaming, And I Must Have Been Someone Else'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115384910615752322</id><published>2006-07-25T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:40:37.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20194.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20194.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is before I tore out all the hair on the right side of my head and I could still fill a pigtail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115384910615752322?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115384910615752322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115384910615752322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115384910615752322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115384910615752322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115384910615752322.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115384889683139381</id><published>2006-07-25T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:34:56.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20198.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20198.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SUMMER!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115384889683139381?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115384889683139381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115384889683139381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115384889683139381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115384889683139381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115384868957301234</id><published>2006-07-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:31:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20199.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20199.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PASTA....MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....IT'S MY FAVORITE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115384868957301234?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115384868957301234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115384868957301234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115384868957301234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115384868957301234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-115087078846162192</id><published>2006-06-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:20:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things You Say and Do, Make me Want to Be With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20187.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20187.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT!  THAT!  THAT!  THAT!  THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is pretty much supposed to be here by now but it's not.  I know what will happen though, all of a sudden it will get really hot over night and everyone will be talking about it.  That is the way it works here, it goes from cool, to hot summer practically over night with not much preparation.  I like summer, I like being outside, playing with leaves and twigs and petals and ants.  I love to climb stumps, curbs, stairs and hills and I love to point at all the lights and everything else and say "THAT!".  We booked our trip back to my daddy's home that is Ontario at the end of August.  It's going to be busy and tiring traveling with me but I am looking forward to seeing all my family, especially my grandparents again.  It's been a year.  We are also going camping in Penticton the week beforehand, as long as mommy gets the days off work.  My mommy likes her job and her schedule is balancing out pretty well right now so I can still go do things.  I still get to see my grandparents once a week and she is taking me swimming on Thursday!  We saw the casting director last week that auditioned me for the Fisher Price commercial (that I didn't get) but she kept going on about how cute I was and to make sure mommy brought me down again for another audition and then two days later the talent agency called my mommy and asked her to email some more recent photos of me.  It's not easy taking any photos of me these days never mind ones that I am looking at the camera, smiling, with no one else in the picture and nothing blocking my face, etc.  Anyway, hopefully we will get called again for another audition.  Daddy is doing such a good job taking care of me when mommy works and it was Father's Day this past weekend so we bought him some shoes and an entire set of brand new cedar planters so that we could create some more work for him outside, like he doesn't have enough already.  Way to go dad on keeping the yard looking good so that I have lots of room and safe places to play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-115087078846162192?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/115087078846162192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=115087078846162192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115087078846162192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/115087078846162192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-things-you-say-and-do-make-me.html' title='Little Things You Say and Do, Make me Want to Be With You'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114884143460820658</id><published>2006-05-28T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:37:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tell Me Who I See When I Look in Your Eyes, Is That You Baby or Just a Brilliant Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20154.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20154.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow is blogging out of style now or am I just the worst one in the blogging world?  Probably both.  Its been the ugliest week weather-wise but up until last Sunday, we had hot, sunny, summer weather and I was playing outside every day in my shorts and hat and I would go for walks in the neighbourhood with my mommy, daddy or nonno and would scrape my knees on the concrete because I was wearing shorts.  I love to climb stairs, its my newest passion and I can't get enough of it.  I needed sunscreen and we actually even played in the sprinkler one day because it was so hot and Grady and I needed to be cooled off.  What happened?  Now its dark and cold and rainy and it feels like forever and a day.  Daddy hasn't cut the lawn in two weeks!  This week was kind of busy even though my mommy didn't work much but we had an appointment with my OT in Vancouver on Thursday and then an appointment with my physio on Friday and then mommy is back to working Sat, Sun and Mon but we also have Grady on Monday and Tuesday so phew.  The best news recently is that mommy insured her old Ford again so now daddy takes it to work and we have the van all the time so we can go out now even when daddy is at work so it leaves us with more freedom which will be especially nice once summer finally arrives.  The bad news is that the car is acting like a lemon and needs a new alternator belt, alternator and battery so its stalling out and we need to charge it every day in order for it to start.  Kind of inconvenient which defeats the purpose of insuring it for additional convenience in the first place!  Wow, what big grown up words I am using.  Anyway I have been doing well and am growing a big belly and saying more words (even though they mostly sound the same).  I love books and poiting to objects and chanting out the names of them.  We haven't been to Motoring Munchkins in weeks now but mommy plans to take us there tomorrow.  I love to climb so I can't wait! Hope you have a great week!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114884143460820658?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114884143460820658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114884143460820658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114884143460820658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114884143460820658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-tell-me-who-i-see-when-i-look-in.html' title='So Tell Me Who I See When I Look in Your Eyes, Is That You Baby or Just a Brilliant Disguise'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114715484385700082</id><published>2006-05-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:07:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Always on Call, Sometimes Even I Am Allowed to Fall, he Says Come Down Here For a Minute, Sweet Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%20135.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%20135.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW my mommy has been so busy...the reason for the lack of updates.  She started her new job and has been working practically every day!  Daddy has been doing such a wonderful job of taking care of me and we have fun together.  I miss mommy when she is gone all day but at night its ok because when I wake up, I see her right away!  Mommy likes her new job and is just coming off of six straight shifts in a row but now she has the next four days off so that is great.  We are going to go swimming finally!  Grady's mommy, Karen, is pregnant again (congrats to them!) so that means that come November, Grady may not be coming over on Mondays and Tuesdays anymore because his mommy will be home on maternity leave again.  She doesn't know for sure yet though, she may need the time just with the newborn and she may still want Grady to get out.  Finally the weather is nicer and I have been spending lots of time playing on the sundeck that daddy and poppa built last year.  I love being outside but no so much in the grass, its weird.  This Sunday coming up is Mother's Day!  Don't forget about your mom's all of you out there...xoxoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114715484385700082?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114715484385700082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114715484385700082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114715484385700082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114715484385700082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-always-on.html' title='Sometimes I Feel Like I&apos;m Always on Call, Sometimes Even I Am Allowed to Fall, he Says Come Down Here For a Minute, Sweet Girl'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114542439439257572</id><published>2006-04-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:26:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Child, There is so Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/IMG_0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/IMG_0003.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our Easter yesterday and it was fun!  I played on my great-Zia Anna's sundeck and almost stepped in her dog's pee and everyone was watching me and laughing (with me).  Then, we went to my grandparent's house for turkey dinner and some other friends were there too!  I did ok but I never got the chance to nap so I was pretty tired.  I did eat some turkey, potatoes and stuffing and zucchini and it was all very good.  My Nonna is such a good cook!  We didn't great pictures because I wasn't it the best of moods and my mommy tried to get a picture of me holding the Easter Basket but no go.  Maybe next year.  We have a busy week ahead.  My mommy is working tomorrow night so back off to my grandparent's house I go.  Thursday we are visiting her old co-workers at the office and then I have my OT appointment at Children's Hospital.  Friday we may be going up to West Van to see my mommy's even older co-workers from the Bay because one of the ladies is retiring and mommy can't go to her party because its on a Tuesday night and she will have no car and no babysitter.  SOOOOO, mommy has to come up with a cute idea for a retirement gift for her, plus go shop for it and get it to her by Friday!  Busy little bees we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114542439439257572?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114542439439257572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114542439439257572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114542439439257572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114542439439257572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleepless-child-there-is-so-little.html' title='Sleepless Child, There is so Little Time'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114529590313931741</id><published>2006-04-17T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:09:37.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes Peter Cottontail, Hopping Down the Bunny Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Easter%2005.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Easter%2005.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone and Happy Easter!  I am so sorry about the long delay in between posts lately.  I have tried a couple of times and it hasn't worked, so I just got frustrated and left it for this long.  This is me last Easter when I was only a couple of months old.  Wow things have changed.  I am completely walking all by myself now, and I'm doing a pretty good job.  Things are going well and I've been feeling pretty good lately.  I had a cold this past week again but it was pretty minor so no biggie.  We haven't celebrated our Easter yet, we are doing that tonight, so I'll have new Easter pictures for you next time.  PLUS...it's my daddy's big 36th birthday today.  HAPPY  BIRTHDAY DADDY and I LOVE YOU!  He is now over 35 and my mommy is still under 30 (for a few more months anyhow).  How time flies, when they met, mommy was a mere 21 and daddy was 28.  Eight years under the  bridge.  Well, now they have me and I have been the best thing that has ever happened to them!  So, hope you all enjoyed your Easter's and chocolate bunnies and MINI EGGS!  I promise I will write again soon.  Oh and to all of my family in Ontario, I hope you had a nice holiday and it was great to talk to you on the phone yesterday.  I miss you and I love you and I can't wait to see you in the summer!  xo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114529590313931741?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114529590313931741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114529590313931741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114529590313931741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114529590313931741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-comes-peter-cottontail-hopping.html' title='Here Comes Peter Cottontail, Hopping Down the Bunny Trail'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114352326153892091</id><published>2006-03-27T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:21:01.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if I was a Child, and the Child was Enough, Enough for Me to Love, Enough to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2089.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2089.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have been going very well for me lately.  I have been healthy in the past week and a half, no colds, no miserable days, nothing.  I feel great!  My doctor was happy with my progress when we saw her two weeks ago, and my physio and OT were also happy with my neck!  I weight 22 pounds, 13 ounces now.  I eat very well, continue to sleep very well, and am starting to walk!  I am also learning to play the right way with toys, not just chew them and throw them.  Its a fun stage for me and my mommy (and daddy too!).  I like to climb on top of them and play on the floor with them.  This past weekend my parents went out together at night and left me with my grandparents, great grandmother and uncle for a few hours.  It was fun and I was really tired when they finally came to get me.  I played a lot and Nonno had me run up the stairs a lot, plus Uncle Derek pushed me around the hall in my little car but he pushed me too hard and I fell off and cried.  My mommy has been taking me to some new things, story time at the Port Moody Public Library (for 0-18 mos. olds) and the newest adventure, Motoring Munckins at the Queens Park Arenex!  What fun!  Last week we went went Megan and her twins but this week mommy took Grady and I and we had a blast.  Its an open gym with a ton of toys and gymnastic mats and equipment for 1-6 year olds.  We get to run (crawl) around for about an hour and 1/2 and it wears us out, but we get to learn new things and play with other kids!  Mommy also took me to a play group at a lady down the street's house the other day.  We didn't know anyone there but it was still nice to be in a new environment.  There are tons of little kids on our street, so we have lots of neighbours with things in common, now, if we can only find the time to do all these activities!  We have Grady here again tomorrow so if the weather is nice, we are going to play with some toys in the front yard, and if the weather is rainy, we may go to the play area at the mall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114352326153892091?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114352326153892091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114352326153892091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114352326153892091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114352326153892091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-if-i-was-child-and-child-was.html' title='And if I was a Child, and the Child was Enough, Enough for Me to Love, Enough to Love'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114351976421448108</id><published>2006-03-27T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:22:44.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2059.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2059.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made an entry a few days ago with this picture but it didn't show up for some reason.  I don't remember everything I said, so I will just write a new one.  It had been a nice, sunny day and we were playing outside with my car!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114351976421448108?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114351976421448108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114351976421448108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114351976421448108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114351976421448108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114249258198565765</id><published>2006-03-15T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:06:30.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be There When You're Sleeping and Every Hour You're Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2036.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2036.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, its been almost a month since I posted on this blog!  Sorry about that, I guess it's been the same old, same old recently.  I don't want to get boring or repetitive or anything.  I've been sick for most of February and March with about 3-4 colds and an ear infection.  I had to be on antibiotics last month for seven days because I felt so awful and both my ears were infected.  I've also had two colds since!  Plus, I have four teeth growing in right now, so it hasn't been fun. I've been pumped with Tylenol and Dimetapp.  I have taken a few first steps though, but I only do it for my mommy and daddy and I'm still very wobbly.  My head tilt sure doesn't help.  Last week when we saw my physiotherapist she was very happy with my improvement but its such a slow process and it now seems to be effecting the way I hold my jaw in place so mommy is watching me closely.  We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning for my 15 month exam!  I should be walking by now, oh well.  We'll see what my doctor says and I get to find out exactly what I weigh again!  Last month I was 22 pounds, 8 ounces, but because I've been so sick I may have lost since then.  Yesterday, I slept all the way from 8:30 the night before until 12:15 the next day!  Mommy had to wake me up, I was so exhausted and was catching up from the previous two nights where I was waking up all night coughing.  Mommy has been taking me to storytime at the Port Moody library.  Its fun and there's always lots of other babies between the ages of 0-18 mos. there.  Last time they took out percussion muscial instruments so I got to bang things around that made noise...my favourite!  Mommy is waiting for me to be cold-free so she can take me swimming again!  Soon she'll be working (I know, I've been saying that for months but lucky for me, the store is so late opening so my mommy has been home longer than she expected, like 3 months longer).  Anyway, that's it for now, I'll update you after my appointment.  Peace out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114249258198565765?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114249258198565765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114249258198565765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114249258198565765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114249258198565765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-be-there-when-youre-sleeping-and.html' title='I&apos;ll be There When You&apos;re Sleeping and Every Hour You&apos;re Awake'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114092508054179872</id><published>2006-02-25T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:40:04.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Like to Wrap Her in Velvet</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2040.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2040.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes no one can hold me except people I know.  Yesterday was one of those days, actually most days are like that.  I let my godmother and grandparents hold me, but that's really about it (aside from my parents of course).  Anyway we went to Elaine's yesterday and played with all the other kids for four hours.  In the picture from left to right, there's:  Ashley, the other Lauren is holding me, Victoria and Luca, Eva, Declan, and Nicole is holding Sophia.  Very cute.  I was tired and became very cranky but they have great toys and a great toy room and I had so much fun.  I was awake all day until 8 pm because then my mommy went out for dinner with her friend and daddy took care of me and gave me dinner and put me to bed after we played for a bit.  I am finally over that nasty cold and ear infection I had.  I will get to see my grandparent's again tomorrow after one week of all of us being sick.  I think we will visit my great aunt and uncle as well.  Today we did our groceries and daddy bought me a Tinkerbell suitcase and my nonna bought me a Tinkerbell bedspread for when I get a little girl's room rather than a baby's room. Its going to be different shades of greens and blues with some purple hues (a rhyme!) and its going to be so pretty.  Its a ways away though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114092508054179872?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114092508054179872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114092508054179872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114092508054179872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114092508054179872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-like-to-wrap-her-in-velvet.html' title='They Like to Wrap Her in Velvet'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-114037703271255099</id><published>2006-02-19T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:27:43.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fell For You Like A Child, Oh, But the Fire Went Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2032.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2032.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been much to blog about lately.  Never mind that we don't get many new pictures of me and I like to include a picture with each entry, but I have been really sick, AGAIN!  This time it started with what seemed like a normal cold, but mostly a cough, and then turned into what seemed like my worst nightmare.  It ended up being that both my ears are infected, but we had to go to the urgent care children's clinic at Burnaby General (where I was born) to figure it out.  Now I am on antibiotics, sleeping lots, and starting to feel better.  The doctor there wrote me out a prescription and put down my name as "Larun" and then the pharmacist couldn't read his signature so mommy had a hard time filling out my prescription.  I don't want to eat though.  They can get me to eat fruit and a few other things, but nothing like what I normally eat.  Anyway, I have been home all week and didn't even go to my grandparent's house last week.  We are going today though.  Mommy has been out a lot and daddy has been working a lot, but I have been consistently at home.  Mommy even had to cancel my appointment on Thursday with my Occupational Therapist because I was far too sick to go down there and I would have been miserable.  It was tough.  Anyway, mommy starts training this week at the grocery store so I have to get used to her being around a lot less.  Hopefully I am 100% better by Friday because we have a play date at Elaine's and Tara and Luca are coming too!  *Excited*!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-114037703271255099?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/114037703271255099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=114037703271255099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114037703271255099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/114037703271255099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-fell-for-you-like-child-oh-but-fire.html' title='I Fell For You Like A Child, Oh, But the Fire Went Wild'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113962869567716148</id><published>2006-02-10T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:31:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up To The Velvet of the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/lauren%20at%20elaine%27s.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/lauren%20at%20elaine%27s.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been pretty busy again this week, maybe its because the sun is shining again and spring is upon us.  I don't really like going for walks anymore with my mom, godmother Jody and the dogs.  I cry half way through now and don't really stop until we get home.  Our Superbowl party last weekend was pretty fun.  I slept for 2 hours of it which was good but I was still cranky and sensitive to all the loud laughter during the party.  There was lots of food as always and my daddy put on a really funny video from two years ago when he went hunting with his work friends.  They also watched the bonus footage from 40-Year-Old Virgin and they all laughed so loudly it made me cry.  Mommy drank some wine and daddy could barely talk after the party was over because he just slurred.  Grady was there and he slept a bit but also fussed a bit too.  This week I have just started standing on my own, and my newest habit....poo-ing in the tub...HAHAHAH!  Anyway, mommy has been busy with her friends and she is going to be starting work again soon.  She only saw me for approx. 5 hours yesterday and was sad and missed me, imagine when she is working!  I will be sad too, but she's just down the hill, daddy could take me to see her if he really wanted to (not).  This weekend is going to be boring...we have no plans and daddy is going to work tomorrow.  Valentines day is this Tuesday...don't forget the one you love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113962869567716148?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113962869567716148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113962869567716148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113962869567716148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113962869567716148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/02/wake-up-to-velvet-of-morning.html' title='Wake Up To The Velvet of the Morning'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113874972633711549</id><published>2006-01-31T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:22:06.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back, On The Track, For A Little Green Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2022.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been ages since my last post, I apologize to my many readers (ha!) for the lack of updates.  To tell you the truth, there really isn't much to report.  I am 13.5 months old now, a toddler who wants her way and will stop at nothing to get it.  I hate to be held back.  I am fiesty and I have attitude, everybody says so.  I am not walking yet but I think I'm pretty close, and I am growing my third tooth as we speak.  I sleep a lot, eat a lot and drink a lot of milk, so I am pretty good when it comes to the basics.  I guess I'm a pretty good baby still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't really even been that busy lately, this weekend will be though.  We are having mommy's friends over for dinner on Friday night so mommy is going to be busy making lasagna on Thursday and daddy is going to look after me.  She will spend a lot of time cleaning and getting ready for the dinner (plus rearranging furniture because there will be three additional kids here that night).  Sunday is daddy's superbowl party so we have lots of organizing to do for that too!  Should be fun, I think the only other kid will be Grady here that day, and he's pretty used to coming here now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'll write about the weekend if its interesting enough.  I guess it will be more interesting than this entry was!  Take care!  xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113874972633711549?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113874972633711549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113874972633711549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113874972633711549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113874972633711549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/looking-back-on-track-for-little-green.html' title='Looking Back, On The Track, For A Little Green Bag'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113770307579873262</id><published>2006-01-19T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:37:55.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Come From Different Worlds But We Are The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%2010.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%2010.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy hasn't been adding very many new entries lately because: a) we have been sick and have had no lives and b) she doesn't have very many new photos of me because these days I rarely stay still for a second so most of the pictures she takes of me are blurry because I am moving.  Or, I have something in my mouth like a remote control or a camera so she just deletes those ones.  Yes, we are still sick, today is my seventh sick day, it sucks.  I have the runniest nose and a cough but my mommy seems worse!  I don't know if I have a headache or not but she sure does, and she's not sleeping much, but luckily I am.  Today we have no plans and mommy wants me to nap for a long time this afternoon so she can clean the house.  Tomorrow we are supposed to be visiting with Elaine and her girls but if we are still this sick, maybe we won't go.  I hope we go because Sophia and Victoria are a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of a haircut but last time mommy did it herself (as you saw) it did not look very good so she doesn't know what to do this time.  I will not sit still long enough for a hairdresser to do it and will probably end up with a scizzor (is that how you spell it?) in my eye or something.  On the otherhand, unless mommy does it while I'm sleeping, she won't get it cut either so I guess that is why I have been wearing barettes and pig tails a lot lately, to keep my hair away from my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113770307579873262?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113770307579873262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113770307579873262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113770307579873262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113770307579873262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-come-from-different-worlds-but-we.html' title='We Come From Different Worlds But We Are The Same'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113704234575559410</id><published>2006-01-11T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:05:45.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I have not plateaued, my brilliant mommy has come to the realization that it's not that I haven't wanted to eat at all, it's just that I no longer wanted to eat the food she was giving me.  I have tired of jarred food, cheese, kiwi, rice cakes, oatmeal, baby cereal, oranges, etc., etc.  She just needed to spice up the menu a little bit.  During the last couple of days I have eaten a wide variety of foods, including some old favorties such as chicken and pasta, but I have also tried meatloaf!  Yum!  I have a cold now though, so that's probably going to through my appetite off again for the next few days.  Daddy is taking care of me all day tomorrow so stayed tuned...Mommy has her FoodSafe class for Thrifty.  She misses me already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113704234575559410?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113704234575559410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113704234575559410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113704234575559410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113704234575559410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-so-i-have-not-plateaued-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113685472363152268</id><published>2006-01-09T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:58:43.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Plauteaued</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/one%20year%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/one%20year%207.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to eat, for like 10 days now.  The only thing I am mildly interested in eating, besides milk, is pasta.  My mommy is growing increasingly frustrated to the point where she chucked my apple sauce bowl across the kitchen sink this morning because I just would not eat, again.  Am I sick, am I teething, am I going through a phase where I'm just not hungry, am I being fussy or picky, when will it end?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113685472363152268?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113685472363152268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113685472363152268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113685472363152268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113685472363152268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-plauteaued.html' title='I Have Plauteaued'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113666716122231964</id><published>2006-01-07T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:09:30.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Lightly FromThe Ledge Babe, Go Lightly On The Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20Three%20Weeks.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20Three%20Weeks.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113666716122231964?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113666716122231964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113666716122231964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113666716122231964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113666716122231964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-lightly-fromthe-ledge-babe-go.html' title='Go Lightly FromThe Ledge Babe, Go Lightly On The Ground'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113614342878435489</id><published>2006-01-01T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:27:16.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Is Quiet, On New Year's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/xmas%2005%2058.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/xmas%2005%2058.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such a long delay since my last post but it would seem that all we (or, mommy) have been doing since Christmas Day is shopping for deals for my wardrobe for the next year.  Oh, and mommy is still obsessing about handbags on Ebay, but that's really about it.  It's rare that my mommy posts a picture of herself here on my blog because she prefers to remain anonymous but its a special occasion because daddy actually look a picture of the two of us together that is not too bad, our heads are both in tact, its rather well centred, we are both looking at the camera and its not too blurry.  Way to go dad!  Last night we rang in the New Year with some very close friends, ones who would seem more like family these days rather than just friends.  It was nice and close and special, although, I missed most of it because I was so tired and I went to bed at 9 pm and slept right until 9 am, which was great.  My mommy didn't get to sleep until 5 am so she is not too happy today, but they did most of the cleaning last night so she doesn't have too much to worry about today.  Not only is today the first day of 2006, it is also my mommy's dear friend, and Luca's mom, Tara's 30th birthday, so she is headed over there this afternoon to wish her the best on her birthday.  I will be at my grandparents for most of the afternoon and since Metropolis is actually open now on New Year's Day, mommy will probably sneak over there for a bit to see if she can get me any more bargains on clothing!  HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE and all the best to you and your family.  xoxoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113614342878435489?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113614342878435489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113614342878435489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113614342878435489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113614342878435489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-is-quiet-on-new-years-day.html' title='All Is Quiet, On New Year&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113553990563104249</id><published>2005-12-25T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T11:45:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20Three%20Weeks%204.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20Three%20Weeks%204.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a wonderful holiday and enjoy your time with your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Santa was good to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113553990563104249?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113553990563104249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113553990563104249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113553990563104249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113553990563104249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113521506369551512</id><published>2005-12-21T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:02:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Infant so Tender and Mild</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Lauren%20%26%20Santa%201st%20year.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Lauren%20%26%20Santa%201st%20year.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me last Christmas, at only nine sweet days old...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113521506369551512?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113521506369551512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113521506369551512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113521506369551512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113521506369551512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy-infant-so-tender-and-mild.html' title='Holy Infant so Tender and Mild'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113521498649765728</id><published>2005-12-21T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:29:46.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20Two%20weeks%2041%20Santa%20pic.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20Two%20weeks%2041%20Santa%20pic.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me this Christmas, at one fierce year old!  I hated Santa and they forced my mommy to be in the picture and she looks pretty bad, don't you think?  She said she would have loved the photo if she wasn't it in because even though I am crying, I am still looking at the camera and it certainly captures the experience on camera.  Too bad my mommy ruined it.  Christmas is so close, its only a few days away and I am so excited!   Actually, I don't even know what Christmas is yet but its still an exciting, warm and spritual time of year.  Hope you all enjoy the holidays!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113521498649765728?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113521498649765728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113521498649765728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113521498649765728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113521498649765728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113479144384098770</id><published>2005-12-16T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:56:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Roses so Red and the Lilies so Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20Two%20weeks%2029.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20Two%20weeks%2029.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and not feeling too happy these days.  It all started yesterday when we were driving home and I have had some sort of stomach bug ever since.  Not fun.  I have made lots of nasty messes for my parents to clean up and I haven't been able to eat or drink.  I may have caught the bug from Grady who was sick at my birthday party last Saturday.  Don't know if I will be able to go to Scott's Christmas party tomorrow night and I am for sure not going to my last swimming class tomorrow morning.  Sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113479144384098770?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113479144384098770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113479144384098770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113479144384098770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113479144384098770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/with-roses-so-red-and-lilies-so-fair.html' title='With the Roses so Red and the Lilies so Fair'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113460025382090829</id><published>2005-12-14T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:45:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Hospital%2036.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Hospital%2036.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lauren Isabella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago today, we were blessed with the most wonderful gift of a sweet little angel that is you. We were as proud as can be and couldn't believe how much we loved you the instant we saw you.  We love you more and more as each day passes and are overwhelmed with the joy and warmth you bring to our lives.  Watching you grow is like being part of the best fairytale in the world.  Each morning when I enter your room and see your precious face smiling up at me it fills my heart with the most love and happiness and I cannot wait to spend every day with you.  Seeing the world through your eyes is a gift.  Thank you for everything you have brought to us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a beautiful birthday, sweetie, and a terrific second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you very much, always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxox&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113460025382090829?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113460025382090829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113460025382090829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113460025382090829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113460025382090829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO YOU'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113453060667594382</id><published>2005-12-13T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:28:07.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll Admit, That I'm A Fool For You, Because You're Mine, I Walk The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20One%20Weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20One%20Weeks%209.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how cute we are together!  Today is Grady's second week of being babysat by my mommy and I think things are going pretty well.  We still cry when the other one cries, but that should hopefully end soon as we get more and more used to each other.  So far our naps are staggered, which is good for mommy because then there is more time to spend one on one rather than her looking after the both of us at the same time all day!  Today was the first time we took the Fugly out and went for a walk to the plaza.  The Fugly is a side by side double umbrella stroller and this was the first time my mommy had ever pushed one.  It was tough for her climbing up the hill pushing not only one, but two toddlers!  Plus, once we reached the plaza she realized that she can barely fit through store doors and can hardly fit up and down store aisles, especially at this time of the year where there are displays and outposts down every aisle.  Ah well, so my mommy learned today that she is very limited with what the Fugly can do, it doesn't move at all in even only a cm of snow, or on grass or mud and if she takes one hand off of the handle, it steers off the sidewalk.  Luckily she didn't pay much for it, but it proves that you get what you pay for, truly.  Grady and I were pretty good on our first outing together and I only fussed a bit in the bank, and we both cried a bit on the way home, but it was pretty good.  Next time, maybe we will go for a car ride together and see how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Mommy lost the bid on that Burberry handbag she was obsessed with and is now even more obsessed with bidding on another one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113453060667594382?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113453060667594382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113453060667594382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113453060667594382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113453060667594382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-ill-admit-that-im-fool-for-you.html' title='And I&apos;ll Admit, That I&apos;m A Fool For You, Because You&apos;re Mine, I Walk The Line'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113432856011641598</id><published>2005-12-11T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:16:00.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Days Go By Like A Strand In The Wind, In The Web That Is My Own, I Begin Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20One%20Weeks%20%28birthday%20party%29%2044.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20One%20Weeks%20%28birthday%20party%29%2044.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my birthday party was fun and went pretty well.  It was hectic for my mommy but we all had fun and I got to spend time with the other kids and play, and eat cake, and get fussed over and open some presents.  I was cranky though because I woke up right as the party was starting and my mommy tried to change me into my nice outfit really quickly and it made me mad and I fussed a lot.  Then, when my mommy was trying to open my gifts I wouldn't let her go and I kept biting at her ankles so she had a hard time.  No big deal.  Grady had nasty diarreah which was smelly and someone spit up in my parent's bedroom (wasn't me).  It's a mystery.  Funny things happened, but no one ate any food and we have enough food to have two more parties left over still.  My mommy found a Burberry handbag on Ebay that she is obsessed with.  We are going to see my grandparents today and then Grady comes back tomorrow to by babysat by mommy for tomorrow and Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113432856011641598?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113432856011641598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113432856011641598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113432856011641598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113432856011641598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-days-go-by-like-strand-in-wind-in.html' title='And The Days Go By Like A Strand In The Wind, In The Web That Is My Own, I Begin Again'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113424029523251217</id><published>2005-12-10T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:44:55.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Follow You Down Till The Sound of my Voice Will Haunt You</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20One%20Weeks.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20One%20Weeks.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!   YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  We are having friends over and pizza and goodies and there are balloons and streamers all over our house and I have a new outfit to wear and daddy bought me a new toy!    YIPEEEEEEE!!!!! I'm so very excited, especially because I slept for 12 hours last night so I should have a really great day. Can't wait to show you all the pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113424029523251217?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113424029523251217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113424029523251217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113424029523251217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113424029523251217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-follow-you-down-till-sound-of-my.html' title='I&apos;ll Follow You Down Till The Sound of my Voice Will Haunt You'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113382587867149805</id><published>2005-12-05T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:11:10.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Back To The Velvet, Underground.  Back to the Floor, That I Love</title><content type='html'>HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Fifty%20Weeks%2017.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Fifty%20Weeks%2017.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our very first Christmas party on Saturday night.  Dinner at Rob and Tara's and boy the turkey was good!  I got to play with all the other kids there (all boys...yipee!) and I was very well behaved for the most part.  I stayed up until midnight and therefore, did not get enough sleep that night so I was grumpy as usual at my grandparent's home on Sunday night.  I wore my Christmas dress from my portrait and I didn't even ruin it.  Not one gross stain, although, my mommy did ruin the tights I was wearing because she threw them in the dryer with my bibs and the velcro stuck to them and they were toast.  Too bad because they were so cute.  Anyway, on Sunday we went to visit my great-aunt and great-uncle who has to use a walker now because he broke his hip last month and was in the hospital for three weeks!  Ouch.  Today was the first day that Grady came over for daycare while his mommy went to work.  It was her first day back after an entire year of being home with him, time flies!  It's my first birthday party this Saturday, I'm very excited!  I'll let you know all about it!  TTFN!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113382587867149805?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113382587867149805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113382587867149805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113382587867149805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113382587867149805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-im-back-to-velvet-underground-back.html' title='So I&apos;m Back To The Velvet, Underground.  Back to the Floor, That I Love'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113315982671564262</id><published>2005-11-27T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:39:08.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Will Call You, When She Needs You, You Know Where She Lives, The Imperial Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/P1030843.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/P1030843.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BODY&lt;br /&gt;This morning it snowed!!!!  Not much, mind you, but it snowed up on top of our hill for a couple of hours and it was so cold.  My mommy got a start to her Christmas shopping today and it was great because Nonno took me for a walk and I fell asleep for almost three hours so mommy went to Metrotown and didn't have to worry about pushing me around in the stroller through the crowds while I was screaming the whole time (like what usually happens).  My mommy bought the soundtrack to that excellent movie, Walk the Line, that we saw last week and the music is so good so I got to listen to it on the way over to my grandparent's house.  Tonight we saw Jody and all her hundreds of beautiful wedding photos and we wish we were all still in Maui, it was so much fun.  Tomorrow we are meeting Tara and Luca for coffee and Tuesday I have to go back to the Hospital to have my neck collar tightened...not fun.  On Wednesday my mommy is having dinner with Tracee so I will be having dinner with my grandparents again.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113315982671564262?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113315982671564262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113315982671564262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113315982671564262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113315982671564262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-will-call-you-when-she-needs-you.html' title='She Will Call You, When She Needs You, You Know Where She Lives, The Imperial Hotel'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113279164304333564</id><published>2005-11-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:20:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go, Time's A Wastin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a  HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/640/Forty%20Eight%20Weeks%2010.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4252/1070/320/Forty%20Eight%20Weeks%2010.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been so long since I have been posting, so sorry about that.  My mommy took me to see a movie today with Karen, Grady and Tara.  We saw Walk the Line which was AWESOME!  I highly recommend it because the music is wonderful and I loved it!  It was the first time that I had been in a movie theatre and although it was really really loud, I had fun because I love watching a big screen and I also love music.  I was a bit squirmy and a bit fussy, but nothing major.  The hardest part was that I got my lunch all over me because it was hard to see and I pooed right in the middle of the movie and mommy had to take me out to change me and of course, there was no change station so I was changed on the bathroom counter which is very uncomfortable.  Anyway, go see the movie!  Johnny Cash was so cool.  Since we have returned from Maui we have been busy little bees, as always.  We've had lots of appointments (also as always) and lots of visits with friends.  My parents are planning my birthday party for December 10, although my birthday is actually the 14th, and we are having friends over for pizza!  I like pizza crusts and I bet Grady does to.  We are having a Winnie the Pooh themed party because there are plenty of years ahead for princesses.  Yesterday my mommy went to her office to give her notice that she is not going to return to work come January!  She is going to stay home and take care of me!!!!!!!!!!!!  Very cool and I am very happy.  She will work part time and we are going to have Grady come over two days a week but daddy and I mostly get her to ourselves which will make our family life so much better.  There is no way my mommy would ever get to work on time now anyway, not downtown.  Something always happens just as we are trying to run out the door and its usually that I have pooed and require a last minute diaper change.  Tonight, we are starting our Christmas shopping and on Friday, my nonna and mommy are taking me on a huge shopping adventure in the U.S. at the factory outlet mall in Tulalip!  Mommy is looking forward to the Burberry store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113279164304333564?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113279164304333564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113279164304333564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113279164304333564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113279164304333564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-go-times-wastin.html' title='Let&apos;s Go, Time&apos;s A Wastin&apos;'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113212161585046971</id><published>2005-11-15T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:21:14.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Makes You Bolder and Children Get Older and I'm Getting Older Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/640/Maui%20Forty%20Seven%20Weeks%2037.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/320/Maui%20Forty%20Seven%20Weeks%2037.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just got back from Maui really really early this morning.  It was the best time of my entire life (11 months so far)!!!!  We had so much fun and my Godparents, Jody and Dario, had the most beautiful wedding!  The weather was hot and humid and perfect everyday.  I didn't sleep too much, and neither did my mommy, but I was in a pretty good mood the whole time aside from a few fussy periods, and I didn't freak out too much on the plane, not like the way to Ontario this past summer.  The ride back was the best and I slept for three whole hours of the 5.5 hour flight!  That meant that my parents only had to entertain me for two hours so I ate and watched a Baby Einstein dvd on our portable player and by the time I was through with that, it was time to descend.   I didn't even cry when we were descending, not like on the way back from Ontario, but the kid behind us freaked out the whole time and he was crying and crying and I kept waking up.  So, even though I was on my best behaviour, the poor people around us had to suffer through the crying of that other baby anyway.  So, on Maui we walked around Kihei the first day and looked in some of the little shops, walked along the beach at Kamaole II, swam in the pool at the condo, visited the lava flow in Makena, went to Jody and Dario's fabulous wedding in Waliea at the most beautiful Grand Waliea Resort which was amazing!  We swam in the pools there the next day and then later in the afternoon went to the beach and I played in the sand and ate it and got it stuck in my bum and my mommy had to spin me around upside down in the shower to remove it all, and then we had a pizza party down at the pool and on the last day, we went to Lahaina and walked along the main strip along the ocean and saw the biggest tree in the world which stood over 200 feet wide, and then we shopped at the mall and mommy bought some cool things and we raced like mad to the airport so we wouldn't be late because mommy had to shop at the last minute, and that was it.  We left Maui at 30 degress at 5:30 pm yesterday and arrived home at 3 degrees at 1 am this morning.  Ug.   I will never remember this trip but I know it was the best time my family has spent together so far and I will always have great pictures to remember by.  I love Maui, and I love my Compare (Godparents, in Italian), Jody and Dario and I wish them all the best in their marriage and their entire lives together.  I love you guys!  Thanks for sharing your special day with us and making us part of your wedding celebration and vacation and honeymoon in Maui!  We can't wait to go back!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113212161585046971?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113212161585046971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113212161585046971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113212161585046971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113212161585046971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-makes-you-bolder-and-children-get.html' title='Time Makes You Bolder and Children Get Older and I&apos;m Getting Older Too'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113142631079493161</id><published>2005-11-07T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:08:12.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Summer Became the Fall, I Was Not Ready For the Winter, It Makes No Difference At All, Cause I Wear Boots All Summer Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/640/forty%20six%20weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/320/forty%20six%20weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been trying ones due to lack of sleep on my part.  Not only did I not sleep much last night, but I haven't had my regular afternoon nap (up to 3 hours) in two days.  I am congested with a cold and have a sore throat so its hard for me to stay sleeping because I can't breath.  Therefore, I have been in a bad mood and so has mommy.  The only time she can get things done is when I sleep, so if I don't sleep, well, you see what I mean.  She did manage to do her floors today and even packed a suitcase for our trip!  We leave on THURSDAY MORNING!!!!!!!  WHOOO HOOOOO!  I am going to be brat on the plane, I just know it.  We went to see my great uncle in St Paul's Hospital yesterday because he fell and broke his hip and I was really fussy and screamed all the way home.  Tomorrow Grady is coming over to be babysat by my mommy for a couple of hours and we'll see how much we cry together, because we like to cry at the same time and just stare at each other and freak out!  Poor mommy.  Daddy has a dentist appointment and then mommy has to run some errands for stuff we need for our trip!   DID I TELL YOU WE LEAVE FOR MAUI ON THURSDAY!!!!!!!   WHOOOOOO HOOOOOO!  Jody and Dario (bride and groom) are already there!  They left this morning.  Anyway, on Wednesday we are finishing packing, dropping off the dogs and going to the bank for some U.S. cash and then on Thursday morning, WE LEAVE!  Will update you when we return.  Hope you are well and wish me luck on the plane!  xo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113142631079493161?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113142631079493161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113142631079493161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113142631079493161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113142631079493161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-summer-became-fall-i-was-not-ready.html' title='And the Summer Became the Fall, I Was Not Ready For the Winter, It Makes No Difference At All, Cause I Wear Boots All Summer Long'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113083087786795250</id><published>2005-10-31T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:45:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And A Black Widow Spider Makes More Sound Then She, And Black Moons in Those Eyes of Hers Made More Sense to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/640/forty%20five%20weeks%2037.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/320/forty%20five%20weeks%2037.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  I was Piglet, the Disney one.  My costume actually does have ears although it doesn't look like it in the pictures.  I was a total cranky pants today at my mommy's office Halloween Party.  I hated wearing my costume and I fussed and squirmed and eventually FREAKED OUT forever, so it was not fun and my mommy could barely eat and talk with her work friends.  I was hot and itchy in that big plush Piglet suit.  When we finally left my mommy had a headache and was all stressed out when we got home and she yelled at my daddy.  We went to my grandparent's house tonight and I slept for three hours (I soooo needed that) and then got back into my costume after dinner and I was in a much better mood so we took pictures.  Only seven kids came to their door but none came to our door because we weren't home!  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113083087786795250?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113083087786795250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113083087786795250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113083087786795250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113083087786795250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-black-widow-spider-makes-more.html' title='And A Black Widow Spider Makes More Sound Then She, And Black Moons in Those Eyes of Hers Made More Sense to Me'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113083068651868695</id><published>2005-10-31T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:38:06.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/640/forty%20five%20weeks%2011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/320/forty%20five%20weeks%2011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy cut my bangs and it looks like she put a bowl over my head and I look like a boy.  AND, its not straight.   Grrrrrr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113083068651868695?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113083068651868695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113083068651868695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113083068651868695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113083068651868695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-mommy-cut-my-bangs-and-it-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113071071100077534</id><published>2005-10-30T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T14:18:31.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And When I Call Will You Walk Gently Through My Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A wise man once said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a good blog, you probably have a bad job. if you have a good web site, you probably have a dull life; if you have a good job you probably have a bad blog, and if you have a bad site you're normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today, just words of wisdom :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113071071100077534?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113071071100077534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113071071100077534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113071071100077534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113071071100077534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-when-i-call-will-you-walk-gently.html' title='And When I Call Will You Walk Gently Through My Shadow'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113053486137951611</id><published>2005-10-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:11:28.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though Deep Set, And Somewhat Shadowed, Her Eyes, Her Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/640/forty%20five%20weeks%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/5511/320/forty%20five%20weeks%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Elaine brought Victoria and Sophia over and although I cried for like the first hour, we played on the floor together and watched Snow White and Cinderella and had lots of fun.  I must be getting shy because now when I see another kid I stare at them and cry and cling to my mom for a long time before I get comfortable being around them.  Two weeks today, we leave for Maui!  How exciting!  I have swimming tomorrow again which we missed last week because of Luca's baby shower.  Halloween is coming up on Monday and I have a Piglet costume which fits me absolutely perfect.  If I have grown the least since I last tried it on, it won't fit.  We are going down tot he Halloween party at my mommy's work on Monday morning and then going to my grandparent's house for dinner.  I will wear my Piglet costume for most of the day!  Happy Halloween and safe Trick-or-Treating to all you kids out there!  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113053486137951611?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113053486137951611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113053486137951611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113053486137951611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113053486137951611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/though-deep-set-and-somewhat-shadowed.html' title='Though Deep Set, And Somewhat Shadowed, Her Eyes, Her Mystery'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-113019387870119907</id><published>2005-10-24T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:46:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride The Wind, Never Going Back Until I Touch The Midnight Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20four%20weeks%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20four%20weeks%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun last night learning how to ride my Little Tikes riding toy for the first time with no one holding on to me!  I slid off a couple of times but nothing major, I just fell onto my side on my fluffy blanket anyway, but I am now crawling and standing alone all over the place!  I still only have that one tooth coming in but its starting to make me wake up really early in the mornings sometimes.  This week isn't as busy as last week was but we do have Karen and my boyfriend Grady coming over tomorrow and Elaine and Victoria and Sophia are coming over on Friday so I'll have lots of cool pictures to post!  My mommy has gone all over Coquitlam Centre and Metrotown looking for new beige boots for me because I outgrew my other ones before I even wore them.  No luck.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-113019387870119907?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/113019387870119907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=113019387870119907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113019387870119907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/113019387870119907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/ride-wind-never-going-back-until-i.html' title='Ride The Wind, Never Going Back Until I Touch The Midnight Sun'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112996134801974793</id><published>2005-10-21T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:21:59.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20four%20weeks%2013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20four%20weeks%2013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we watched Beauty and the Beast.  Can you tell from my blog title today?  Do you like my house?  It's a blow up house from toys r us that my daddy bought for me!  Its a good place for me to learn to crawl around because I'm contained in one spot but its squishy in case I topple over.  Now that I have been crawling for a week I rarely topple over though and, I am now learning to stand!  Sorry for the lack of updates, we have been so busy this week, we've had a full schedule almost everyday!  We saw my doctor again in Kerrisdale on Monday and she is referring me to Children's Hospital for my neck, but we haven't heard when my first appointment is.  My parents have decided to postpone my eye surgery which was scheduled for Dec 8 because they want to give it a bit more time to heal on its own first.  I am happy about that!  We just came home tonight from visiting with Tara and Claudio and Luca and there were lots of little kids there, all boys, so I got to play with them and they all liked my baby toys and boots.  Tonight was the first time I wore my beige suede boots that my mommy got for me after we got back from Ontario in the summer and even though the foot part is still big on me, my legs are too chubby all of a sudden and we can't get the zippers up because they are too tight and it hurts me.  Too bad because now I will never get to wear them and my mommy had bought me specific outfits to go with the boots!  We can't exchange them either because I sucked on them.  Tomorrow is Luca's baby shower so daddy is watching me for a few hours in the afternoon while mommy goes and watches Luca and all the ladies hovering over him and eating and Tara opening all the presents.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112996134801974793?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112996134801974793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112996134801974793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112996134801974793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112996134801974793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/tale-as-old-as-time-song-as-old-as.html' title='Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112948279681978676</id><published>2005-10-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T10:19:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Would You Go, If You Had the Time, Crossing Some Crazy State Line Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20three%20weeks%208.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20three%20weeks%208.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't realize how long its been since I last updated!  We have been really busy this week.  On Wednesday we went to see Tara and baby Luca, actually, we had to go to their doctor with them because Tara has an infection and poor baby Luca had a yeast infection in his bum.  Luckily I never had that but lucky for Luca that he doesn't have torticollis or a blocked tear duct!  No, I'm not bitter.  He is four weeks old today, time sure flies!  While we were at their house I backed into the legs of the dining room table and couldn't get out and I sucked on their leather chair.  Luca had explosive poos that you could hear across the room.  Yesterday we started my Waterbabies II class at the huge Aquatic centre in Coquitlam.  I like it there, its cool because they have theme pools and waves and things spraying and splashing all over the place, but its kind of scary at the same time.  Plus, there are kids shoving and thrashing all over the place and we could barely hear the instructor and I kept getting sprayed in the face and knocked into.  I prefer Chimo pool for my classes but they didn't have Saturday classes available for this fall.   Maybe next time.  Last night my boyfriend Grady and his parents were over to watch hockey and we played on the floor together as we always do and played with the Leap Frog Learning Table for the first time and he fell and bumped his head but I had also fallen earlier and bumped my head really hard and cried and screamed for 10 minutes.  Today we are going to see my grandparents, its been a week since I saw them already.  My tooth is coming in for sure, its above the gumline now and you can see it and feel it!  Finally!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112948279681978676?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112948279681978676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112948279681978676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112948279681978676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112948279681978676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-would-you-go-if-you-had-time.html' title='Where Would You Go, If You Had the Time, Crossing Some Crazy State Line Somewhere'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112908875828732811</id><published>2005-10-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:03:55.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Was No Message To Be Found Anywhere Inside, Inside or Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20three%20weeks%204.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20three%20weeks%204.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost have a tooth.  The skin appears to be breaking right at the front, on the bottom, so maybe in the next few days I will have one.  Finally!  I saw my physiotherapist today and my torticollis situation has worsened so I have to go to the Occupational Therapy department at BC Children's Hospital and get fitted for a neck collar....which SUCKS!  As you can see from most of my pictures, I still have a head tilt, so I have to wear this thing for a few months to fix it.  I also need to go back to see my physio every 2-4 weeks now.  We thought we were finished with physio over the summer but it seems that is no longer the case.  Plus, they scheduled my surgery for my blocked tear duct for December 8 already!  Not looking forward to that, to say the least.  Over the next few months I have tons of appointments scheduled now.  A great thing happened today though, I completely crawled forwards across the floor at physio, all by myself!  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112908875828732811?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112908875828732811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112908875828732811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112908875828732811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112908875828732811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-was-no-message-to-be-found.html' title='There Was No Message To Be Found Anywhere Inside, Inside or Out'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112872695435835767</id><published>2005-10-07T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:30:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Thousand Times, I've Tried to Tell You, When You Close Your Eyes, Well I Can't See Inside You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20two%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20two%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ears pierced today, I am so happy with how they turned out.  I went to Merle Norman and they did such an excellent job.  My earrings are perfectly straight and I only cried for five seconds at the initial pain, but now, I am ok.  My parents chose my birthstone for my new earrings, I am so excited at how pretty they look!  Now I can be as pretty as Victoria and Sophia who both had their ears pierced by the time they were 6 months old!  The mall was crazy busy for a Friday afternoon because the teachers are on strike today so all the kids ended up at the mall rather than being at school, its just like it was during the summer.  Its a long weekend because its Thanksgiving and my daddy has to work but we are having dinner at my grandparent's house on Monday with my great aunt and second cousins!  Happy Thanksgiving weekend everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112872695435835767?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112872695435835767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112872695435835767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112872695435835767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112872695435835767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/ten-thousand-times-ive-tried-to-tell.html' title='Ten Thousand Times, I&apos;ve Tried to Tell You, When You Close Your Eyes, Well I Can&apos;t See Inside You'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112831987811977571</id><published>2005-10-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:12:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Two Tickets To Paradise, Won't You Grab Your Things We'll Leave Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/Shower%2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/Shower%2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so much fun and so busy and exciting!  It was my godparents, Jody and Dario's wedding shower, so his mom and dad threw a party for family and friends in Burnaby at a clubhouse.  There were lots of people and food and I got spoiled with attention and people loved to hold me and talk funny to me and looked at me so I was in my glory.  I never got bored and never got cranky, even though I didn't get milk for like seven hours, but I got other food instead.  They got some really nice presents and because Jody is a chef, most of the stuff was either Kitchenaid or Cuisinart...lucky bums!  Anyway, Dario's family are all so very nice and next month we are off to Maui to party with them all for the big wedding!!!!!   WHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112831987811977571?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112831987811977571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112831987811977571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112831987811977571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112831987811977571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-got-two-tickets-to-paradise-wont.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Two Tickets To Paradise, Won&apos;t You Grab Your Things We&apos;ll Leave Tonight'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112794376971589334</id><published>2005-09-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:44:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Right Said Alice I'm Going Back to the Other Side of the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20one%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20one%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Sophia's baptism and while I didn't go to the Greek Orthodox church where the ceremony was, I heard all about it through my mommy.  They made Sophia get butt naked and they bathe her in tub of olive oil to ward off all evil spirits.  It sounds interesting, but I'm sure glad I didn't have to be nude at my baptism!  The dinner party was fun because it was at Elaine's house and Victoria and Sophia and a ton of other little kids were there so I was in my glory and I got to play all night!  Yesterday my boyfriend Grady came over and he played in my crib with me and on the floor and we ate pasta together!  Mommy always wonders why my nose turns out yellow in pictures but after taking this picture she can see that Grady's nose looks yellow too so she's not worried anymore.  My physiotherapist finally called back so mommy is happy and we have another appointment for my tilted head in October.  Well, I'm off to my Nonna's house so, catch ya later!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112794376971589334?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112794376971589334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112794376971589334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112794376971589334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112794376971589334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-right-said-alice-im-going-back-to.html' title='All Right Said Alice I&apos;m Going Back to the Other Side of the Mirror'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112760446241524501</id><published>2005-09-24T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T16:28:30.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Be Your Only Dream, Your Shining Hour, Ocean Crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/forty%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/forty%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now eating while sitting in my high chair.  This week I have advanced to eating finger food at the table.  I like pieces of egg yolk, rice cake, dry brown toast and salmon.   I don't like grated cheese and cooked peas...yuck!  I am now forty weeks old which means I have been outside of the womb for exactly how long I was in, amazing huh?  We have had a very eventful week, as always.  I saw my family doctor in Kerrisdale this past Thursday and I am only 19 pounds so I am officialy no longer chubby.  She wasn't overly happy about how my head tilt and neck were coming along so back to physio I go, darn.  I still have a lopsiding face so that needs to be corrected so I don't have to wear a brace or anything embarrassing like that.  I have my eye specialist appointment coming up soon too and I was really hoping the cold I had last week would clear up my blocked tear duct but so far nothing.  A lady told my mommy to soak a cotton ball in camomile tea and wipe it on my eye and that's supposed to clear it up, maybe we'll try that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112760446241524501?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112760446241524501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112760446241524501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112760446241524501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112760446241524501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-would-be-your-only-dream-your.html' title='I Would Be Your Only Dream, Your Shining Hour, Ocean Crashing'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112728145662834563</id><published>2005-09-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:46:34.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Night Comes In I Hope I'm Out of the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20nine%20weeks%20161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20nine%20weeks%20161.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bathtime.  In my hand is my nasal aspirator because I have had a cold and I still have a runny nose so mommy tries to fool me into cleaning it out by letting me think I have an exciting bath toy to play with and then all of a sudden she sticks it into my nose and squeezes air in it.  Not very nice.  Tara and Claudio had their baby on Sunday and now I have another new friend, a boy named Luca!  He was on the third floor, not the second floor (hehe).  He was born on Sunday, September 18 at 11:45 am and weighed 7 pounds.  Tara looked so good on Monday when we went to visit them and she was lucky because she got sleep after her delivery.  Today we went to the bridal store with my godmother Jody to get mommy's bridesmaid dress altered and then we went for lunch at Pappagalo cafe (her in-laws-to-be's cafe).  Mommy had a fantastic mortadella panini and a biscotti...yum!  Karen and my boyfriend Grady came over for a few hours in the afternoon and I practically slept through the whole visit...unusual for me.  Jody bought mommy the new Matthew Good cd box set (includes a dvd) called In a Coma and she forced Karen to watch all the Matthew Good videos from the last ten years which came with the disc and Karen doesn't like Matthew Good, but they talked a lot during the videos so it probably wasn't too bad.  We were invited to Sophia's baptism on Sunday so tomorrow we are going to find a gift and then going to see my grandparents!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112728145662834563?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112728145662834563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112728145662834563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112728145662834563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112728145662834563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-night-comes-in-i-hope-im-out-of_20.html' title='When the Night Comes In I Hope I&apos;m Out of the Rain'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112697469411422392</id><published>2005-09-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:33:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me Calling, Out Your Name, You Know That I'm Falling and I Don't Know What to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20nine%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20nine%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night daddy let me hit my head on hard wood surfaces not only once, but TWICE!  Mommy was very upset and I had a big red mark on the side of my head.  I have pretty much been sleeping ever since.  The fact that he bought me a big kitchen set for when I'm a little older almost makes up for it, but not quite because he wouldn't buy me the easel also!  haha, just kidding.  I am too young to be materialistic.  We are still a bit sick with colds but they are almost all gone.  We did cancel our plans to go and see Sophia and Victoria last night because mommy still didn't feel well and it wouldn't be fair to bring germs over to them also.  Tomorrow morning we are going to check out this kid's swap meet (they swap kid's stuff, not kids) at the Poirier Centre where I used to go swimming so hopefully that is fun and exciting and we find lots of great things!  We are going with Karen and my boyfriend Grady!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112697469411422392?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112697469411422392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112697469411422392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112697469411422392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112697469411422392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-you-hear-me-calling-out-your-name.html' title='Can You Hear Me Calling, Out Your Name, You Know That I&apos;m Falling and I Don&apos;t Know What to Say'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112666087848780747</id><published>2005-09-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:18:32.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Anyone Out There Cause It's Getting Harder and Harder to Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/Hospital%2046.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/Hospital%2046.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any new pictures because mommy's sick so here's one of the pictures from one of my first days after being born!  Daddy was sick last week and then I got it, and now of course mommy has it too.  Her head is killing her and I won't let her rest because I like to pull her hair and scratch at her eyes when she lies down next to me.  I still have a runny nose too and sometimes its hard to taste, or breath.  Plus, that Burns Bog is on fire and the smoke is so heavy and smelly and that doesn't really help.  Now our house is stuffy because we aren't opening windows to keep the smokey smell out.  Anyway, Daddy got the cold first so its his fault for bringing public transit germs home to us and sneezing all over the house without covering his mouth and not washing his hands with soap after he blows his nose.  Complain much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112666087848780747?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112666087848780747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112666087848780747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112666087848780747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112666087848780747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-there-anyone-out-there-cause-its.html' title='Is There Anyone Out There Cause It&apos;s Getting Harder and Harder to Breath'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112631008778481234</id><published>2005-09-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:06:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Magic, All Around You, Every Time You Walk in the Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20eight%20weeks%208.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20eight%20weeks%208.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my capri pants?  I am so close to crawling, any day now really.  I guess my mommy should enjoy it while it lasts that I don't crawl because once I do, I will certainly be getting into everything.  I already am.  I like to shove wet cloths in my mouth and suck the water out, gross I know but it feels good on my gums!  My teeth haven't come through yet.  Yesterday we went to see all of my mommy's co-workers.  They tell her that they can't wait for her to come back to work in January because they miss shopping at the stores on South Granville St with her.  Plus, they have opened a Liberty store and a Moxie's restaurant in the neighbourhood so they told her that when she gets back, they will take her for lunch there.  The Director of her department was away on vacation so mommy changed my diaper and nursed me in his office.  haha, he would be mortified if he knew that.  So, this morning we were packing up to go to Tara's house and mommy noticed that one of the pets had peed on my really nice OshGosh floor blanket.  That has never happened before, thank goodness, because she was livid and she was ready to call a pet rescue agency on them.  Daddy said that he thinks it was the cat but it didn't smell bad enough to be the cat's pee.  Mommy washed the blanket and all the toys that were laying on it and they came out clean and don't smell so that is good, but she had to clean the rug that was underneath it as well because it had soaked through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me telling you about the girl who works with my mommy, Lisa, who was having the baby with the same, horrible degenerative disease that had taken her first baby girl two years ago?  Well, she had her second baby girl, Scarlett Rose, just last week.  Scarlett will be beginning extensive treatment for the horrible disease (Krabbe's) including chemotherapy and stem cell transplant very soon.  If you are interested in seeing her adorable face you can see her website at http://www.chloeisabel.com/Scarlett-Rose.html and there is also a link to Chloe's (their first beautiful baby girl) website and her tragic story.  Mommy and I think about Scarlett all the time and hope and pray that the treatment will work in her fight against the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112631008778481234?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112631008778481234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112631008778481234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112631008778481234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112631008778481234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-is-magic-all-around-you-every.html' title='There is Magic, All Around You, Every Time You Walk in the Room'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112586370640943938</id><published>2005-09-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:56:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you Knew Her, Funny Little Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20seven%20weeks.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20seven%20weeks.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at mealtime.  Yes, that is a shower cap I am wearing on my head.  Mommy makes me wear a shower cap every time I eat my solid foods because I suck on my fingers between every bite and then I smear my hands over everything.  While it isn't so difficult to clean off my skin or clothing, my mommy hates having to wash my hair more than once a day so I wear a shower cap to keep the food from smearing throughout my hair.  It works and my mommy highly recommends it for any other mothers out there with messy babies.  Hopefully this will put all those questions at rest about why I wear a shower cap when I eat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112586370640943938?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112586370640943938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112586370640943938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112586370640943938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112586370640943938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-you-knew-her-funny-little-dancer.html' title='And you Knew Her, Funny Little Dancer'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112572469694205422</id><published>2005-09-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:26:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflowers and Your Face Fascinate Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20seven%20weeks%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20seven%20weeks%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had dinner with my mommy's good friend Jody H.  Not my godmother Jody, but another Jody.  We went to Cactus Club in Burnaby and they had a nice long chat as always, but mommy wouldn't let me eat the rocks from the fountain like what I wanted to so I got upset.  Eventually I settled down but it's always a lot of work to take me to a restaurant because I always poo and there is barely a place for mommy to change me.  Plus, when my mommy asks a waitress or waiter if there is a wheelchair washroom for her to change me, or if she can have a bowl of hot water to heat up my bottle, she always gets stared at like she is a crazy woman because the staff at these restaurants haven't got the least idea what a mother or baby needs.  Funny.  Anyway, we had a good time and it was sunny so we got to sit on the patio and stare at the gargoiles (sp?) that were in the water fountain with the demonic red eyes right beside us.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112572469694205422?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112572469694205422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112572469694205422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112572469694205422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112572469694205422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunflowers-and-your-face-fascinate-me.html' title='Sunflowers and Your Face Fascinate Me'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112535950002333700</id><published>2005-08-29T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:04:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Our Love Will Last, I Always Want to Call You Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20six%20weeks%2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20six%20weeks%2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been such busy little bees since I last wrote.  Tara was over last Wednesday and on Thursday, we went for Greek lunch with Karen and the other Tara.  Thursday night we saw Tracee and Taytum (and I think I got a daycare cold from her and am working on passing it on to my  mommy) and then on Friday, well we shopped a bit but mostly stayed home.  Saturday night was fun because my mommy and daddy's friends came over until wee hours of the morning and they brought my boyfriend Grady.  We had fun watching movies together in our twin chairs.  Sunday we went to my grandparents house like what we always do, and I wasn't feeling well but I wouldn't sleep so my Nonno and mom took me for a walk and it started raining hard but I feel asleep and managed to stay asleep for three hours!  Then I came home and was in bed by ten and I woke my mommy up at 6 am this morning because I was all slept out.  My Nonna is still away and she emailed today saying she was going shopping at the factory outlets in Calgary!  I sure hope she finds something for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112535950002333700?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112535950002333700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112535950002333700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112535950002333700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112535950002333700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/ever-our-love-will-last-i-always-want.html' title='Ever Our Love Will Last, I Always Want to Call You Friend'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112486138552679964</id><published>2005-08-23T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:34:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Hear Your Secrets, Share Your Worries, Go The Deepest, I Don't Wanna Hurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20six%20weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20six%20weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so much fun!  Elaine brought Victoria and Sophia over and we dressed the same and watched Snow White and took pictures while our mom's ate and gabbed all afternoon.  Well, we also slept and cried a lot but that just doesn't sound as perfect as the first part.  We are like fashion stars, I love clothes.  This evening got cool again and just mommy and me (no dogs) went for a walk for about an hour down to the shopping plaza to the bank machine and the drug store.  No sign of my other ballet slipper.  Oh yeah, two weeks ago when we walked in the evening with Jody I was wearing my pink ballet slipper shoes and when we arrived at home Jody and my mommy realized that I had lost not one, but BOTH of my shoes during the walk.  Yesterday when we were all walking through the park again, someone had found one of my shoes and hung it on a twig.  Jody and my mommy were really weirded out by that.  Anyway, here's hoping the other one will end up on a twig or post somewhere also.  Tomorrow my mommy's friend Tara is coming over.  She hasn't had her baby yet but it will be another girly afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112486138552679964?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112486138552679964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112486138552679964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112486138552679964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112486138552679964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wanna-hear-your-secrets-share-your.html' title='I Wanna Hear Your Secrets, Share Your Worries, Go The Deepest, I Don&apos;t Wanna Hurry'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112460478298333662</id><published>2005-08-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:21:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe my Love Could Fly Over the Ocean, Maybe my Heart Should Try to Leave Him Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20four%20weeks%2014%20%28Ontario%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20four%20weeks%2014%20%28Ontario%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got back from visiting all my family in Ontario on Thursday night.  I had such a good time meeting everyone, but I hated the plane ride.  I cried the whole time there because I had no room to stretch and no room to sleep, but on the trip back I was ok because I had my own seat and my own space to eat and watch my dvds.  I cried in pain when we landed though.  Thank God we came home on Thursday instead of Friday because there was a tornado passing through southern Ontario and planes were not leaving Pearson Airport for a while, so we could have been stuck there for hours and hours.  I got to go swimming in the lake my daddy grew up going to, and I swam in a pool too.  I had no trouble switching over to eastern time with my sleep patterns, but now that we are home I have to adjust to go back to our time because I am waking up really early these days and my mommy, and me, are really tired.  I still don't have any teeth yet.  Daddy leaves for camping tomorrow morning and my mommy put a temporary permit on her little car which she hasn't driven since I was born so that will be different.  She's been spoiled with the van and now she is going to have to cram herself into the backseat of the two door car to attempt to get me into the carseat which my dad had a hairy trying to install earlier today.  At least we can still go out shopping.  We are having lots of friends over for lunches this week and I will get to see Victoria and Sophia again on Tuesday.  Will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I just read that Stevie Nicks' father died last week and me and my mommy love Stevie so our thoughts are with her and her family during this sad time.  Stevie thought the world of her father and referred to him as a "force of nature".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112460478298333662?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112460478298333662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112460478298333662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112460478298333662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112460478298333662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/maybe-my-love-could-fly-over-ocean.html' title='Maybe my Love Could Fly Over the Ocean, Maybe my Heart Should Try to Leave Him Alone'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112369988347075174</id><published>2005-08-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:53:46.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And That Life Will Once More be a Celebration, And That You Will be Touched by an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20three%20weeks%2032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20three%20weeks%2032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of mosquito bites, but no teeth yet.  Maybe I will get some while we are in Ontario.  We leave on Friday morning, so if I don't write again before then, you will have to wait until we get back to hear all the latest news.  We are going to be busy there meeting with all of daddy's many many family members.  There's tons of aunts and uncles and cousins and of course my nana and poppa so there won't be a dull moment.  Tomorrow we get to drop the dogs off at the bording kennel where they love to play.  K, well gotta go but see ya later.  Bye!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112369988347075174?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112369988347075174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112369988347075174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112369988347075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112369988347075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-that-life-will-once-more-be.html' title='And That Life Will Once More be a Celebration, And That You Will be Touched by an Angel'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112336132572456998</id><published>2005-08-06T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:52:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well the Two of us, Well we Must be, a Great Temptation to Have Even Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20three%20weeks%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20three%20weeks%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun and exciting!  It was mommy's birthday and she woke up to a nice surprise from me and daddy!  He got her a beautiful full size mirror for her new bathroom that she has been working on for the past two weeks.  We went to Sears Portraits in the morning to get a black and white vintage looking portrait taken of me, mommy, Nonna and Bis-Nonna to send off to the family in Italy of the four generations of us.  Cool.  Then we went to Milestones for lunch and my mommy ate way too much and felt bloated all day.  We got home in plenty of time for me to have an afternoon nap but I just wouldn't, and then my boyfriend Grady's mom and dad took us all out for dinner at Pasta Polo (yum) and I was all cranky there because I hadn't slept in like 12 hours.  Grady and I got to play together a bit afterwards when we went to Rob and Tara's.  Today daddy is going to work for the fireworks so we are staying home and my mommy is really hoping I will nap.  Doesn't look like it so far though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112336132572456998?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112336132572456998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112336132572456998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112336132572456998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112336132572456998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-two-of-us-well-we-must-be-great.html' title='Well the Two of us, Well we Must be, a Great Temptation to Have Even Started'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112295474996690238</id><published>2005-08-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:54:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue-Grey Eyes They Change With the Colour....Change With the Sun...They Run With the Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20two%20weeks%2014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20two%20weeks%2014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we visited with Zia Anna and family and everytime I looked at her, or heard her voice, I got scared and cried.  She was upset and she didn't get the chance to hold me but I eventually let her talk to me and play with me a bit without crying.  Just a bit though. Speaking of "great" relatives My Bis-Nonna needs open heart surgery sometime in the near future.  She is 78 and my family is worried, but so far there is no date as she is still having tests done.  My mommy has been trying to paint our ensuite bathroom which of course like everything else she tries to do in this house is turning into a nightmare.  Paint does not stick to the walls in our bathrooms, it just peels right off which is why she had wallpapered it to begin with.  Too bad she decided she hated the wallpaper and wanted to paint it.  Now she remembers why she just didn't do that to begin with.  Monday again, time for lots of sleep.  I have had two really long naps today so mommy has had a bit more time to try and fix the bathroom.  We have been home all day except for a quick trip to Home Depot and tomorrow we will stay home also.  My mommy turns 29 this week and every year from now on until forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112295474996690238?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112295474996690238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112295474996690238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112295474996690238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112295474996690238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-grey-eyes-they-change-with.html' title='Blue-Grey Eyes They Change With the Colour....Change With the Sun...They Run With the Sight'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112265229975186276</id><published>2005-07-29T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:58:31.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Come Running Out in the Wind With Me, the Ocean is Your Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20two%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20two%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came back the other day and didn't bring me back anything from his trip :-(  We have been so busy these last few days so I haven't been writing much.  On Monday we met with my mommy's pregnant friend Tara and shopped at Babies R Us, the Maternity Store, and Bowring!  We had lunch at Cactus Club.  On Tuesday we went to West Van with my Nonna and then had dinner over there.  Wednesday my mommy got all her cleaning done and I got to catch up on naps, and yesterday we went to Elaine's and I got to visit with Victoria and Sophia and watch Treehouse and play in the sprinkler!  We had so much fun while mommy and Elaine talked and gossiped and ate (as usual).  They live far away though (Surrey) so we always leave early in the morning to get there and we always get stuck in traffic on the way back.  My daddy installed my new car seat which is great and works really well now that I am bigger but it goes right against the edge of the seat rather than the centre which means the sun is always in my face now.  My mommy put up those shade things in the window but it still shines through.  At least summer is here and we get to do things outside now!  Yeah summer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112265229975186276?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112265229975186276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112265229975186276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112265229975186276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112265229975186276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-come-running-out-in-wind-with-me.html' title='You Come Running Out in the Wind With Me, the Ocean is Your Blanket'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112222749526157971</id><published>2005-07-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:10:56.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Smile Got Me Through the Day, Every  Night I'd Pray, That I Could Give Her Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20one%20weeks%2015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20one%20weeks%2015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is leaving today for camping for a few days and it will just be me, my mommy and Pablo and Arctica.   We will miss him, but we are going to be busy everyday that he is gone, and the more we stay out of our house, the less messy it will get and the less cleaning my mommy will have to do.  The only problem is that we will have to buy our own gas while he is away.  I told you we would miss you daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112222749526157971?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112222749526157971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112222749526157971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112222749526157971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112222749526157971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/her-smile-got-me-through-day-every.html' title='Her Smile Got Me Through the Day, Every  Night I&apos;d Pray, That I Could Give Her Enough'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112207989173289701</id><published>2005-07-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:48:17.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am, On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/thirty%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/thirty%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to make a mess and daddy likes to cut all heads off in pictures.  So, its been a while since I last wrote, here is what we have been up to.  Went for three long walks, met up with Tara at Toys R Us to go shopping (was so much fun because I got a turtle sandbox for next summer and a Leap Frog Learning Table, which my mommy had to take back for an english one because the one she grabbed off the shelf was french), we have ran several errands, visited with my grandparents and just been busy as usual.  Today mommy picked up our latest portraits from the studio from my baptism and they turned out really good.  We have lots of copies to bring to our family in Ontario when we go out next month.  It's finally summer here now though and I love to be outside, it makes me happy and generally puts me in a better mood.  I nap more often too, which is always a good thing for my mommy.  The weekend is here again and daddy is going away camping for a few days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112207989173289701?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112207989173289701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112207989173289701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112207989173289701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112207989173289701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-i-am-on-road-again.html' title='Here I Am, On the Road Again'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112156562426976210</id><published>2005-07-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:04:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Feel, Like I Just Got Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/BLR%2055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/BLR%2055.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we're back from our week away in the Okanagan.  I got to go swimming at the Waterslide park, and go to the beach where it was hot and sandy, and I got to sit at the campfire and see farm animals too!  There were baby goats which were so cute and there were lots of other kids (real kids, not baby goats) there.  Some of the kids (real kids) even stayed in the petting zoo with the animals because their cabin was situated inside the zoo!  hehe.  Daddy has some nice friends and everyone was very friendly and fun.  The drive was good and not too long, except we hit lots of traffic on the way home and my mommy got really cranky; so did I.  Mommy thought our cabin was sinking because she always felt like she was on a boat when she moved in our cabin, but as it turns out, she still feels like that now and we are home, so maybe she has some head virus or something.  I like to travel but I am tired.  I slept through the night up there but I never napped because I didn't want to miss anything.  I have been sleeping a lot today just trying to catch up.  We may go away again next month but this time on an airplane!  I can't wait!  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112156562426976210?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112156562426976210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112156562426976210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112156562426976210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112156562426976210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-i-feel-like-i-just-got-home.html' title='And I Feel, Like I Just Got Home'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112097538912486479</id><published>2005-07-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:04:34.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Baby, I Hope Your Heart's Not Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20nine%20weeks%2017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20nine%20weeks%2017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the wet spot to my right side, the towel underneath me was a good idea on my mommy's part, however, it didn't work too well because my pee soaked in to the carpet anyway.  We are going to be away for a few days so I'll write when we get back.  Take care everybody!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112097538912486479?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112097538912486479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112097538912486479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112097538912486479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112097538912486479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/goodbye-baby-i-hope-your-hearts-not.html' title='Goodbye Baby, I Hope Your Heart&apos;s Not Broken'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112071935675599179</id><published>2005-07-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:06:13.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Days Slip by so Fast, But in Our Hearts They Always Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20nine%20weeks%205.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20nine%20weeks%205.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy again the past couple of days.  I had my physiotherapy yesterday and Brenda said I only have to go one more time.  My torticollis is pretty much working itself out, and I continue to improve every week!  We did some shopping on Monday and my mommy took me to Robson Street in Vancouver!  How exciting it was, but busy and expensive.  On Tuesday my parents decided that we should go to Ontario next month to meet all the Tuck family on my daddy's side.  I hope I'm ok on the plane.  It will be exciting to spend time over there and meet all my family.  I am growing up so fast that before you know it, I will no longer be a baby, but a child.  Today, well we walked with Jody this morning and I got a really good hour and 1/2 nap this afternoon, so I was pretty good today.  We met Elaine and Sophia at Toys R Us in Metrotown and shopped for a couple of hours there before going to my grandparents house for dinner.  We won't see them now until two Sundays from now because we are going to Kelowna next week on a camping trip.  Should be fun, I hope its warm so we can swim!  Booo to the rain.  My mommy sent some photos of me to a talent agency trying to land me a gig or something.  Wish me luck, it would be fun but we aren't counting on it and if we don't get a call well that's ok too.  Its all for fun anyway because it doesn't matter what I look like as long as I'm a good person.  Peace out.  Wait a minute, I don't even know what that means.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112071935675599179?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112071935675599179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112071935675599179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112071935675599179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112071935675599179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/baby-days-slip-by-so-fast-but-in-our.html' title='Baby Days Slip by so Fast, But in Our Hearts They Always Last'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112028616588013758</id><published>2005-07-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:37:35.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Live by the Light of the Moon, I Live by the Light of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20eight%20weeks%2014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20eight%20weeks%2014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my boyfriend Grady came over to see me finally.  We saw each other last weekend but before then it had been months since we saw each other.  I cannot live with him being so distant.  Anyway, my parents looked into a day care for me to go to part time today and they were really happy with the lady they met.  Karen and John may book Grady in there also so then we can see each other all the time!  Everyone came over to my parent's house for a bbq tonight for Canada Day, too bad the weather was bad.  Arctica killed a squirrel in the back yard today and it was lying there for hours with its tail straight up in the air before Daddy went and removed it.  I'm surprised Pablo didn't eat it but I guess he had to draw the line somewhere, thank God it was at a dead rodent.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112028616588013758?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112028616588013758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112028616588013758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112028616588013758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112028616588013758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-live-by-light-of-moon-i-live-by.html' title='You Live by the Light of the Moon, I Live by the Light of Desire'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-112009683578867679</id><published>2005-06-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:02:35.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Only Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have wanted to really do lately...sleep.  I got caught up on Monday as we did nothing but stay home all day, but then on Tuesday and Wednesday I fell behind again because we had to get up both days and I missed out on naps.  On Tuesday we walked with my godmother Jody and then we went to my grandparent's house and then to my great aunt's house after dinner.  Wednesday morning we got up and got ready to go to my pediatrician appointment near C&amp;W Hospital in Vancouver.  I don't know how mommy is going to go back to work all the way down there come January because we left exactly one hour before our appointment, and it was only noon, and we were still late, the traffic was so miserable.  yuck.  Anyway, I got scared of the doctor when he walked in the room and I cried and cried the whole time I saw him.  Everytime I turned around and saw his face, I would get really scared again and cry really hard.  Anyway, he is hoping my blocked tear duct in my left eye will clear up on its own by the time I am one, but in the meantime, he is going to send me to an eye specialist at Children's so they can work on getting me booked in for the procedure, in case it doesn't clear up by one.  I would then have to have my eye 'probed' to puncture the blockage...GROSS!!!!  Keep your fingers crossed that it unclogs itself, PLEASE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-112009683578867679?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/112009683578867679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=112009683578867679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112009683578867679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/112009683578867679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-only-dreaming.html' title='Am I Only Dreaming'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111974875798456222</id><published>2005-06-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T18:20:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere, Beyond the Sea, Somewhere Waiting for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a WaterBaby.  Today Daddy came with us to take pictures and video and I was showing off for the camera.  Ashley, the instructor, made us dunk our heads under water today and I didn't like that so much. The first two times were ok but the last few times when my mommy made me swim under water, I cried and choked and didn't like that so much.  Mommy knew that I would be videotaped today so she put me in my cute little swim suit rather than the spandex suit that I usually wear...what freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111974875798456222?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111974875798456222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111974875798456222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111974875798456222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111974875798456222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/somewhere-beyond-sea-somewhere-waiting.html' title='Somewhere, Beyond the Sea, Somewhere Waiting for Me'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111974226227257433</id><published>2005-06-25T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T18:21:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Your Tiny Hand in Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me working on my blog today.  See how it takes a computer to put a smile on my daddy's face?  :-)  We had swimming this morning and looked at new houses this afternoon.  Tonight we are visiting with some of my parent's friends and I will probably get to see my boyfriend Grady after all these weeks that we have been apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111974226227257433?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111974226227257433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111974226227257433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111974226227257433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111974226227257433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/put-your-tiny-hand-in-mine.html' title='Put Your Tiny Hand in Mine'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111966341634099765</id><published>2005-06-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:45:33.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to be, Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20seven%20weeks%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to my mommy's work and visited with all her coworkers.  It always takes us forever because everyone wants to talk to us and everyone wants to hold me.  We were there from 10:00 am until 1:30 pm...yeesh.  I had enough after an hour or so, but its always good for mommy to find out all the gossip.  Only six more months and she will be returning back there and my daddy will be looking after me until he goes to work during the weekdays.  Hopefully he will sleep a little lighter than he does now or else mommy just may have to stay home with me after all. Oh, and hopefully mommy's job is still there when she goes back because even though she wants to stay home with me, she needs that job to go back to.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111966341634099765?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111966341634099765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111966341634099765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111966341634099765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111966341634099765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-want-to-be-forever-young.html' title='I Want to be, Forever Young'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111950803604360071</id><published>2005-06-22T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:29:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Shoe Fits, Buy it in Every Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20seven%20weeks%208.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20seven%20weeks%208.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I got to see my friends Sophia and her older sister Victoria Dimakos.  We had fun playing and rolling on the sofa together because both Sophia and I are barely able to sit up on our own.  Elaine brought them over to my Nonna's place for coffee after dinner.  I had my prevnar vaccine this morning and I just haven't been in the greatest mood.  Plus, my teeth are bothering me and I didn't get a nap this morning so I've had better days.  Thank goodness for music because its the only thing that keeps me calm and when the music no longer is working, then its gotten really bad.    &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111950803604360071?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111950803604360071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111950803604360071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111950803604360071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111950803604360071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-shoe-fits-buy-it-in-every-color.html' title='If the Shoe Fits, Buy it in Every Color'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111924451351273275</id><published>2005-06-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:16:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Bib's for You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20six%20weeks%2023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20six%20weeks%2023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I love you very much.  Happy Father's Day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111924451351273275?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111924451351273275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111924451351273275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111924451351273275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111924451351273275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-bibs-for-you.html' title='This Bib&apos;s for You!'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111905487406614788</id><published>2005-06-17T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:38:21.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Make Your Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20six%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20six%20weeks%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy assembled my JumperRoo (courtesy of my lovely Aunt Lorri Ann) last night.  What a blast I am having in this!  They should have thought of this a month ago, its the best!  Today was the first day that I ate a vegetable.  Yesterday my mommy and I went all the way to Kerrisdale for my doctor's appointment (she moved her office down there, from Burnaby) and I had an exam and my six month vaccinations.  I have to go back to my Pediatrician, Dr Peacock, to have my eye looked at because it is uneven and still leaking a lot.  Anyway, I weight 17 pounds 10 ounces now, and my doctor told my mommy that I can start eating mashed fruits and vegetables, so my mommy fed me sweet potatos today.  They tasted kind of funny and I made weird faces but eventually I got used to them.  I am sure I will be trying something new everyday from now on.  What fun.  Ok, gotta go back to my jumping now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111905487406614788?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111905487406614788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111905487406614788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111905487406614788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111905487406614788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-will-make-your-dreams-come-true.html' title='I Will Make Your Dreams Come True'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111894647677591295</id><published>2005-06-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:27:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Through the Shadows</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a few days since my last post, but we have been tres busy!  Also, I don't have any new pictures, but I will be sure to add one really soon, as soon as my mommy takes a new one of me.  Tuesday, June 14, was my six month birthday already!  My Nonna and Mommy took me to the United States to shop in Bellingham, it was a long, but fun day.  We got down there, after waiting at the border for a long time, at 1:00 pm, and didn't get home until after 9 pm.  We shopped and shopped and stopped a couple of times to feed me and change my diaper, but we found lots of nice things.  Can't wait to go back!  Target has the best baby department so mommy bought me some neat things that she can never find up here.  We spent way too much money but we were lucky that the guy at the border didn't charge us any duty.  He was too busy telling my mommy that she should get written permission from my daddy any time she brings me down there, so maybe that distracted him from just how much money we spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111894647677591295?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111894647677591295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111894647677591295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111894647677591295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111894647677591295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/running-through-shadows.html' title='Running Through the Shadows'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111864579017748298</id><published>2005-06-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T08:21:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on in and Cover Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20five%20weeks%2025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20five%20weeks%2025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, my Zio Derek has autism.  Although there are many different degrees of the severity of how autistic people are affected and no two are alike, most have unusual habits or obsessions of some sort.  My Zio Derek has many hang ups but one of his most major is that everyone must wear socks.  Derek will wear sweat socks on the hottest of days and pull them right up to his knees.  When he was little my mommy used to call him the Sock Monster.  Anyway, even when he sees me without socks he will look high and low until he finds a pair that will fit me.  Tonight, he took it upon himself to dig through my diaper bag, find me a pair of socks and place them on my feet for me.  He just can't stand the sight of bare feet.  Thank you Zio Derek for caring about me and taking care of me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, if you have some spare money ever and are feeling like you should donate to something, please keep Children's Hospital in mind.  On behalf of my mommy's coworker who lost her little baby girl three years ago to a horrible degenerative disease, and is currently pregnant with her second baby who also has the same disease, every little donation helps.  This new little baby is going to be spending his first few months in the hospital undergoing many various transplants, including stem cell, and babies such as this need all the help in the world.  To the new Fedorak baby:  we are praying for you and I can't wait for you to be my new friend!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Please excuse any spelling mistakes which may occur throughout this blog, but I am only six months old and my mommy hasn't worked in seven months, so we don't know how to spell.  Thanks!  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111864579017748298?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111864579017748298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111864579017748298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111864579017748298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111864579017748298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-on-in-and-cover-me.html' title='Come on in and Cover Me'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111854363836197478</id><published>2005-06-11T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T19:36:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like the Sea (Will Rock A Little) Some Say it Was Just Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20five%20weeks%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20five%20weeks%2022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great!  Mommy and I had our first Waterbabies lesson this morning.  It was so much fun...I smiled and splashed all around and burped and had an awesome time!  There was another baby girl there who was only five days older than me, but she was a lot chubbier than me!  I didn't cry or fuss at all, I loved it!  Can't wait to go back next weekend.  Sorry I don't have a picture for you, but Daddy didn't come so there was no one to take a picture of me, but hopefully next time.  Oh, and I was the only Waterbaby wearing one of those spandex suits, but Daddy figures that by the next lesson, all the other babies will have followed my style and their mommies will have all ran out and bought them one too.  I was really sleepy after swimming lessons so I had a long nap in the stroller while my mommy and daddy went out and bought me a new Baby Einstein dvd!  I can sit there for almost a 1/2 hour on my own watching one of those so my parents think they are a good investment.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111854363836197478?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111854363836197478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111854363836197478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111854363836197478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111854363836197478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-like-sea-will-rock-little-some.html' title='Just Like the Sea (Will Rock A Little) Some Say it Was Just Like Me'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111833564623514391</id><published>2005-06-09T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:50:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Rain Came Down, There's no Pain and There's no Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20five%20weeks%2013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20five%20weeks%2013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we went to see Elaine's new townhouse.  It's really big and nice and Victoria and Sophia have their own bedrooms.  I cried most of the time because I was so tired but I couldn't fall asleep in Sophia's crib, or swing, or bouncy chair.  I only sleep well in my own bed, so, we didn't stay that long.  Mommy was exhausted after going out there, so we just relaxed afterwards and I got to rest in my crib.  Yesterday we went to my Nonna's house and some of my bis-Nonna's friends came over to meet me and shower me with gifts.  We stayed for a long time and I was in a good mood.  It has rained a lot lately so we haven't gone for a walk in a long time.  Jody and my mommy keep having to cancel because of the weather.  Hopefully we can go with Daddy tonight if it doesn't rain again.  Today, we are going to look for a 32"  LCD tv so I can watch my Baby Einstein dvds with a better picture and better sound.  So excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111833564623514391?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111833564623514391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111833564623514391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111833564623514391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111833564623514391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-rain-came-down-theres-no-pain-and.html' title='And the Rain Came Down, There&apos;s no Pain and There&apos;s no Sound'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111809632075696920</id><published>2005-06-06T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:19:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come in Out of the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20four%20weeks%2017%20%28baptism%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20four%20weeks%2017%20%28baptism%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my baptism day.  For more photos you may visit my website at www.laurenisabella.com.  It was a lovely day even though it was dark and rainy.  My mommy was happy that it wasn't very hot out because she figured we would all be dying in our suits if it was.  At the church I was really good.  I didn't cry when the water was poured on my head but I did get fussy towards the end only because it was warm and the service was almost an hour long.  I don't have that long of an attention span.  We went to Kefi Kouzina afterwards for dinner and it was nice and loud there, so I was happy.  We were there for three hours and I only started to fuss at the very end.  It was time for me to leave, I had enough by then.  Jody and Dario are now officially my godparents and I am very lucky to have them.  They spoiled me once again with jewellry for my baptism, and so did my nonna, nonno and bis-nonna.  I really am truly blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111809632075696920?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111809632075696920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111809632075696920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111809632075696920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111809632075696920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-in-out-of-darkness.html' title='Come in Out of the Darkness'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111784027715296534</id><published>2005-06-03T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:14:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Everything is Easy Cause of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20five%20weeks.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20five%20weeks.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday again already.  I haven't been out at all today, which is rare.  We were supposed to walk with Jody this morning but it rained of course, and by the time it cleared up it was too late because she had to go to work.  Mommy was talking with one of her work friends, Cindy, who she hadn't talked to in a while and it made her feel like she was back at work again already.  That will be a sad day in our household when my mommy has to return to work.  Yesterday we went to look at the lot in Burnaby where we may be building a house.  Daddy didn't think he would like living there as much as living here, but a new house sure would make up for it!  I can't wait to decorate my room if we move.  I want pink and frills and fur (faux) and princesses all around me.  Keep your fingers crossed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111784027715296534?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111784027715296534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111784027715296534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111784027715296534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111784027715296534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-everything-is-easy-cause-of-you.html' title='Now Everything is Easy Cause of You'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111759638602574281</id><published>2005-05-31T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:27:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Suit Me With Your Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20three%20weeks%2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20three%20weeks%2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost sitting up on my own now.  Isn't it rather funny that I'm sitting in a pile of clean laundry only seconds after leaving a large drool spot on my daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111759638602574281?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111759638602574281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111759638602574281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111759638602574281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111759638602574281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-suit-me-with-your-smile.html' title='You Suit Me With Your Smile'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111751789357763088</id><published>2005-05-30T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:39:07.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight Starbright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/C7483_b_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/C7483_b_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know where I can find this toy?  Toys R Us no longer carries it and neither does Sears or Zellers.  Will try Walmart also.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111751789357763088?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111751789357763088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111751789357763088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111751789357763088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111751789357763088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/starlight-starbright.html' title='Starlight Starbright'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111751439198331718</id><published>2005-05-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:15:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I Stay, Would it be a Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20three%20weeks%2021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20three%20weeks%2021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my great uncle's 80th birthday.  He is like Uncle Junior.  Once again, I was told over and over again of just how chubby I am.  Nonno isn't in the picture because he was taking it, and my Daddy was at work, unfotunately, but other than them, our whole family in Canada on my mommy's side is in this picture.  Youngest to oldest.  As you can see my mommy dropped the tissue she was wiping my face with right before the photo was taken...nice touch.  It turned out to be a fun party but we had to leave after only two hours because I decided to freak out hysterically for no apparent reason other than that I was exhausted because I had been out for most of the day with no nap.  Same old story huh?  We had walked with Jody earlier in the morning so I didn't sleep then either.  Dancing to Elvis always helps so that's what we did when we got back to my Nonna and Nonno's house.  I will see some of the family on Sunday for my baptism.  I hope I am in a good mood that day.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111751439198331718?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111751439198331718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111751439198331718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111751439198331718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111751439198331718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/shall-i-stay-would-it-be-sin.html' title='Shall I Stay, Would it be a Sin'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111730718411371514</id><published>2005-05-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T12:08:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Angel Closes Her Eyes, Pale Blue Colored Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20three%20weeks%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20three%20weeks%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a heat wave!  I don't seem to be having any trouble sleeping though, which is good, but I am not wearing much these days except for a diaper.   The dogs are quiet these days, all they do is sleep and they don't have much energy to run around and bark.  Yesterday was rather sad as my mommy and I attended her friend Tara's grandmother's funeral.  Tara is currently 5.5 months pregnant, so her grandmother just missed being a great-grandmother.  One life ends and a new one begins, and I will have another new friend!  We have to go out today and get something for my great uncle's 80th birthday which is tomorrow.  I have a cousin Paul who I still haven't met, but will finally meet tomorrow, for the first time.  They live about 10 minutes away from me; funny how life is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111730718411371514?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111730718411371514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111730718411371514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111730718411371514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111730718411371514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/angel-closes-her-eyes-pale-blue.html' title='The Angel Closes Her Eyes, Pale Blue Colored Eyes'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111716393814281995</id><published>2005-05-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:27:59.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Going to be a Bright, Sun Shiny Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20three%20weeks%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20three%20weeks%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and me spend lots of time together.  24/7, to be exact :-)  The last couple of days have been busy, but ok.  It's hot and I get tired really fast now.  Although I have been napping, I am still cranky, I don't know why.  I am drooling as if there is no tomorrow, I must be cutting my first tooth!  I sure hope that's what it is.  Between the drool, increased poops and spit ups, I am always wet and uncomfortable these days.  I had physiotherapy yesterday, and while I have improved a lot, I still have to go back for a few more months until the torticollis is under control.  I need better neck strength especially while I am on my tummy.  It will come soon.  There is a toy that Brenda told my mommy to get for me to play with, it's called the Star Stacker by Fisher Price!  Yeah, a new toy!  She hasn't looked for it yet, but any excuse to get a new toy is fine with me!  Mommy had this brilliant idea today since Daddy was home and she could use the van all day, to drive down to South Granville to check out some of the stores.  We left at 2 and returned home at 5 and all we basically did for those three hours is sit in traffic.  That sucked.  Mommy has forgotten what it was like to work downtown and commute for two hours a day.  She is in for a big surprise come January when she has to go back to work.  Our coolatron in the van seems to have died.  Mommy stores bottles of milk in there for me when we got out, so they stay cold and fresh, and when she opened it up after our three hour journey through traffic, it smelled as if something died in there.  My milk was bad and it wasn't cold, so I guess it died.  Too bad, that was a great idea while it lasted.  Daddy has spent his day attempting to cut the lawn that hasn't been cut for two weeks and now it's taking him forever to do it.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111716393814281995?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111716393814281995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111716393814281995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111716393814281995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111716393814281995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-going-to-be-bright-sun-shiny-day.html' title='It&apos;s Going to be a Bright, Sun Shiny Day'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111716369961347579</id><published>2005-05-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:16:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Born, to Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/Hospital%2043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/Hospital%2043.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how cute I was when I was first born.  Time sure does fly.  I am starting to get some hair back, but its a very slow process.  I still could be a fair red-head like my daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111716369961347579?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111716369961347579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111716369961347579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111716369961347579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111716369961347579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-born-to-love-you.html' title='I Was Born, to Love You'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111683202463654229</id><published>2005-05-23T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:08:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Play, No Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20two%20weeks%2021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20two%20weeks%2021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting really good at tummy time.  I still only last a couple of minutes before I cry and want to be on my back, but look at how well I can hold up my head!  Today was another busy Sunday, as usual.  I didn't get my nap and felt really cranky this evening.  We had dinner at my grandparent's house.  There is some more talk of us possibly moving to Burnaby.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111683202463654229?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111683202463654229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111683202463654229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111683202463654229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111683202463654229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-play-no-rest.html' title='All Play, No Rest'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111683165565591363</id><published>2005-05-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:04:04.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 80s Called, They Want Their Spandex Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20two%20weeks%2026.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20two%20weeks%2026.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one piece swim number I was talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111683165565591363?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111683165565591363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111683165565591363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111683165565591363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111683165565591363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/80s-called-they-want-their-spandex.html' title='The 80s Called, They Want Their Spandex Back'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111653941396609709</id><published>2005-05-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:59:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kid's Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20two%20weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20two%20weeks%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the doctor's office.  I am ok and my doctor doesn't seem to think my head shape is of any concern, even though my mommy has been worried about it.  Because of my torticollis, I always sleep with my head facing left, and therefore, I have a huge flat spot on the left side of my head.  My mommy was worried that I would need a helmet, even though she is constantly on me about facing my head to the right.  The doctor said that as long as she keeps up with my exercises and making sure I look to the right, it will work itself out.  I don't need a helmet and probably never will!!!!   My eye is also ok and the doctor said that as the tear duct gets bigger, it will unclogg itself.  I can't wait for my eye to stop running.  Don't I sound like a mess?  Everytime we go to the doctor my mommy forgets to ask her something.  Last month, she forgot to ask about my eye, and while she did remember to ask about my eye today, she forgot to have me weighed!  She HAS to write all her questions down before our appointments already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Babies R Us to buy me a little swimming overall spandex number that is supposed to keep me warm in the cool water, and protect my delicate skin from the sun.  Mommy thought she could just put me in a cute bikini for swimming lessons but apparently all the other babies are wearing these little spandex things so I don't want to be the outcast of waterbabies.  The other parents put their babies in "little swimmers" and those unitard things, or whatever you want to call them.  Mommy hates them.  When she worked at the Bay years ago in Park Royal, she used to merchandise the children's wear department.  When it was time for swim suit season (which was a nightmare might I add because those kids swim suits would NEVER stay on the hangers, would always tangle, and would always separate from their matching tops or bottoms and go missing) the Bay would get those spandex unitard things in and my mommy hated them.  She always thought "who would make their kids wear these"? and "If I have a baby, I will never in a million years put them in one of these" but now look who is going to be wearing one.  Its funny how things change huh?  She wants me to be safe which is why I got one, but otherwise, I would be wearing my cute little butterfly bikini!  We'll save it for Maui (or not, because my skin will need to be protected from the sun).  Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  That's my Nonno up there, we had dinner there last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111653941396609709?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111653941396609709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111653941396609709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111653941396609709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111653941396609709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/kids-alright.html' title='The Kid&apos;s Alright'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111638017945162588</id><published>2005-05-17T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:45:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning, in the Sea of Love, Where Everyone, Would Love to Drown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20two%20weeks%205.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20two%20weeks%205.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  It's been a few days, sorry.  Today my tummy is bothering me.  Last night my mommy ate a spinach salad with strong garlic dressing and while she seems fine, I am certainly paying for it today.  I don't have much of an appetite and keep on pooping and spitting up.  Aren't you glad I shared this with you?  We walked with Jody this morning and on the way back, my mommy stopped at the church to vote.  Its election day here in BC.  My mommy voted for my health and education.  Yesterday my mommy registered us for Waterbabies!  Its starts next month, I will be six months old already!   I am very excited about being in the pool, I love water, especially bathtime when I soak the whole bathroom with it.  We are busy again this week, but check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111638017945162588?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111638017945162588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111638017945162588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111638017945162588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111638017945162588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/drowning-in-sea-of-love-where-everyone.html' title='Drowning, in the Sea of Love, Where Everyone, Would Love to Drown'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111604731879004743</id><published>2005-05-13T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:11:03.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll (?) or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20one%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20one%20weeks%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I almost rolled over on my own.  I may be a bit behind on this as I am five months old tomorrow, and am still not really rolling over.  Oh well.  There are other things that I am a bit advanced in doing.  I smiled, laughed, ate cereal, etc. all early on.  I also grab my feet and am growing teeth already!  Today I was home all day, which is rare.  I didn't even go to the store, or leave the house at all!  I got lots of sleep though and had lots of playtime.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111604731879004743?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111604731879004743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111604731879004743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111604731879004743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111604731879004743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/rock-and-roll-or-not.html' title='Rock and Roll (?) or not'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111591878919539559</id><published>2005-05-12T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:26:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Donna, My Soul</title><content type='html'>Last night my parents and God-parents (to be) had a meeting with a gentleman from the church I am to be baptised at next month.  It was a pre-baptism class, so to speak, and although it was very insightful, it made my mommy realize that she needs to go back to Catechism as she has forgotten most of what she learned.  She bought me a new baptism gown because I am too big for the two she had in mind for me originally.  One was the one she and Zio Derek wore 25-28 years ago, and the other option was a new one that my Nonna had bought for me, but I am too big for both.  My mom found me a new, pretty one that should fit just fine, even though my baptism is still three weeks away.  After the class last night (where Dario was the star, by the way, because he remembered everything from Catechism) we went to Joey Tomatoe's for something to eat.  I decided that I didn't like it there so I freaked out a bit, but lucky for my parents, it was Wednesday night so it was rather dead and I don't think I bothered too many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111591878919539559?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111591878919539559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111591878919539559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111591878919539559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111591878919539559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/bella-donna-my-soul.html' title='Bella Donna, My Soul'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111567811037054904</id><published>2005-05-09T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:35:48.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20weeks%2024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20weeks%2024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday again.  Time for rest.  Sorry I didn't write over the weekend, here's a re-cap.  Saturday was rather uneventful as we just stayed home for most of the day.  Yesterday was Mother's Day, my mommy's first one.  She got a beautiful pair of earrings from daddy and me and she was very very happy.  She loved them.  Daddy had to go to work but mommy and I had dinner with my grandparents, Chinese food...yum.  Today, like I said before, is catch up day, so I am basically being forced to rest while mommy tries to get things done around the house :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111567811037054904?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111567811037054904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111567811037054904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111567811037054904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111567811037054904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleeping-angel.html' title='Sleeping Angel'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12558500.post-111549365519206831</id><published>2005-05-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:23:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Jean Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/640/twenty%20weeks%2017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/5511/320/twenty%20weeks%2017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had dinner on the patio at Milestones with my mommy's good friend Jody Holgate.  It was sunny and warm and there was music and people all around, so I was happy to sit there for three hours, no problem.  I was an angel and mommy was proud.  It wasn't until we got home later on that I freaked out and daddy had to play the Maroon 5 CD to calm me down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12558500-111549365519206831?l=laurenisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/feeds/111549365519206831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12558500&amp;postID=111549365519206831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111549365519206831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12558500/posts/default/111549365519206831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenisabella.blogspot.com/2005/05/blue-jean-baby.html' title='Blue Jean Baby'/><author><name>Lauren Isabella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294084145207851632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www3.telus.net/larry_tina/lauren/blogg/blogg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
