<?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-7099344586356016572</id><updated>2011-12-21T15:14:24.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byron</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3069240312466931871</id><published>2011-12-06T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T05:48:08.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2011</title><content type='html'>September, October, November&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really 6 months behind?! Oops. More quotes. Pics to come, when I get organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woods are lovely, dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;But before I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I have promises to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Byron, when asked if he remembered &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38773.html"&gt;the "dark woods poem"&lt;/a&gt; he'd only heard a few times, weeks earlier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Let's play a game called "Annoy", where I spray you in the face and you run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron thought his mummy was very clever for knitting an elephant, not because it was an elephant, but because I somehow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changed the color&lt;/span&gt; from the one on the pattern :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Look at my spinny dress!&lt;br /&gt;Byron: Jasmine, I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; spinny dresses! I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cranes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron (on Melbourne Cup fashion): She's got undies on her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron - playing a game called "Delivering little parcels to make the sad people feel better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron (re "The Great Jiggy Wiggy", a character (the king) on his xbox game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banjo 'n Tooie&lt;/span&gt;) That's Jesus, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I can do whatever I want to!&lt;br /&gt;Byron: No you can't. You can't kill people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; play in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent his handprint to Jonathan, "his boy", whom he picked (from the World Vision site) to sponsor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3069240312466931871?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3069240312466931871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3069240312466931871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3069240312466931871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3069240312466931871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/spring-2011.html' title='Spring 2011'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3638366161417931149</id><published>2011-12-06T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:22:45.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter, 2011</title><content type='html'>June, July, August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HCHrPkbjbc/Tusym6awbCI/AAAAAAAACqM/0-FqdDoKcLA/s1600/aaByron+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HCHrPkbjbc/Tusym6awbCI/AAAAAAAACqM/0-FqdDoKcLA/s320/aaByron+1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iScaO5NQGsU/TusyoRnVRjI/AAAAAAAACqU/IDylQaowaaI/s1600/aaByron+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iScaO5NQGsU/TusyoRnVRjI/AAAAAAAACqU/IDylQaowaaI/s320/aaByron+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd7u9YeGLIM/TusyqE8UwDI/AAAAAAAACqc/JdJ6adgV2Kw/s1600/aaByron+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd7u9YeGLIM/TusyqE8UwDI/AAAAAAAACqc/JdJ6adgV2Kw/s320/aaByron+4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be fooled by the Good Big Brother look. He makes her push him back up the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSZXlUqgyo/Tusyrsu5u7I/AAAAAAAACqk/LoaQozqfKi8/s1600/aaByron+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSZXlUqgyo/Tusyrsu5u7I/AAAAAAAACqk/LoaQozqfKi8/s320/aaByron+5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz7zvOWazr4/Tus3ocN0k6I/AAAAAAAACq0/0hEcfnaYrUQ/s1600/aaByron+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz7zvOWazr4/Tus3ocN0k6I/AAAAAAAACq0/0hEcfnaYrUQ/s320/aaByron+6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock climbing at Scienceworks. He'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5830407-_vw/Tus3s9hISCI/AAAAAAAACq8/pG6yiRE1uDk/s1600/aaByron+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5830407-_vw/Tus3s9hISCI/AAAAAAAACq8/pG6yiRE1uDk/s320/aaByron+7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penguins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Do aliens fly?&lt;br /&gt;Byron: Aliens don't catch flies. Lizards catch flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron has been learning to write a few letters. He was concentrating on his writing so hard one day, that he fell off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On waking up one morning: There were dinosaurs... a monster outside my bedroom window... no, it wasn't a dream... but luckily I'm some sort of superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding hot chips: I don't like crunchy. Crunchy is NOT my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; chocolate, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron to Zachary (quoting Shrek): Wanna dance, pretty boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron: I am so "not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: What can we do to help you not wet your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Byron: Let me stay up.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: How will that help?&lt;br /&gt;Byron: Erm.... you'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Come on! Don't you want to go to Play Group?&lt;br /&gt;Byron: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Then perhaps you could be a bit helpful?&lt;br /&gt;Byron, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;: I'll drive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3638366161417931149?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3638366161417931149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3638366161417931149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3638366161417931149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3638366161417931149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-2011.html' title='Winter, 2011'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HCHrPkbjbc/Tusym6awbCI/AAAAAAAACqM/0-FqdDoKcLA/s72-c/aaByron+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7976386363570688983</id><published>2011-07-12T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:00:56.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4RwarjE6bI/TiUrm4L_CNI/AAAAAAAACY4/zGnxSllMxcU/s1600/byron%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4RwarjE6bI/TiUrm4L_CNI/AAAAAAAACY4/zGnxSllMxcU/s320/byron%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630954856014350546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lrd7WzugqA/TdIMvd8CRXI/AAAAAAAACQc/Zv6D87-5oBU/s320/P17-05-11_14.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lrd7WzugqA/TdIMvd8CRXI/AAAAAAAACQc/Zv6D87-5oBU/s320/P17-05-11_14.15.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FpId8E567c/TdINhjl-wyI/AAAAAAAACQk/d-8RIaV96_E/s320/P17-05-11_14.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FpId8E567c/TdINhjl-wyI/AAAAAAAACQk/d-8RIaV96_E/s320/P17-05-11_14.21.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuBNrsrJP_c/Tay-c3sxPKI/AAAAAAAACL8/7HAS6zKJzJg/s400/P19-04-11_08.01%255B02%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuBNrsrJP_c/Tay-c3sxPKI/AAAAAAAACL8/7HAS6zKJzJg/s400/P19-04-11_08.01%255B02%255D.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmPKGuRIjUc/Tay-cb18wnI/AAAAAAAACL0/G9rjI_AW8_Q/s400/P19-04-11_07.55%255B01%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmPKGuRIjUc/Tay-cb18wnI/AAAAAAAACL0/G9rjI_AW8_Q/s400/P19-04-11_07.55%255B01%255D.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qcCieSyjp0/TazAaUzV-OI/AAAAAAAACMU/JOrkEan8lMA/s400/P19-04-11_07.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qcCieSyjp0/TazAaUzV-OI/AAAAAAAACMU/JOrkEan8lMA/s400/P19-04-11_07.55.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obj06PFr8F4/TXrfECBydmI/AAAAAAAACHk/tfZw4nmCkL4/s320/P09-03-11_12.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obj06PFr8F4/TXrfECBydmI/AAAAAAAACHk/tfZw4nmCkL4/s320/P09-03-11_12.42.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies: I'm very behind in updating the blogs. Unfortunately all my  recent pictures just got wiped with the death of the laptop. If you have  any photos from this month, please send them, and I'll edit the posts  as able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the local kindergarten and signed up for next year. After seeing the playground there, Byron is Very Keen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my shoes! My glasses! I look like a dude, actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Mummy, the block licked me&lt;br /&gt;B: Jasmine, none of my blocks have tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play the hard game. I want to play the soft game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: What's an avatar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: A little computer picture that represents you. See? Computer-Byron: he looks like you, has blonde hair, jumps around...&lt;br /&gt;B: ...is naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something made me grumpy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a superhero, coz I've got socks on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couch is electric and spongy and dangerous, but I'm stronger than it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When asked again by one frustrated Mum to quit saying "Why?" for a bit): Why can't I say "Why", Mummy? I don't know stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 17: turned 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;B: I don't want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Go out.&lt;br /&gt;J: Why?&lt;br /&gt;B: Because I want to have my beauty-rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: (opens the glass door) I'll see if it's dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season, Byron is increasingly interested in writing letters. He'll sit and copy them, and he knows a few 'by heart' now. Unfortunately for him, it didn't occur to him that writing "B" on Jasmine's toys (not once but twice) would be considered evidence against him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7976386363570688983?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7976386363570688983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7976386363570688983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7976386363570688983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7976386363570688983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2011/07/autumn-2011.html' title='Autumn 2011'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4RwarjE6bI/TiUrm4L_CNI/AAAAAAAACY4/zGnxSllMxcU/s72-c/byron%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3617004592298104963</id><published>2011-03-08T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T05:59:28.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581694492018091570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuNmzStj5e4/TXYpkUF-JjI/AAAAAAAACFs/zrrOKVI56fc/s320/P25-02-11_11.24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer at the playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uU5Uaz4fgnc/TXYutiRbsoI/AAAAAAAACGE/avTAOHfhYRI/s1600/P02-12-10_12.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581700148001223298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uU5Uaz4fgnc/TXYutiRbsoI/AAAAAAAACGE/avTAOHfhYRI/s320/P02-12-10_12.33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer thickshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1esBlQ12sM/TXYutQ9XupI/AAAAAAAACF8/B_gZ5ZujLPY/s1600/P17-12-10_17.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581700143353674386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1esBlQ12sM/TXYutQ9XupI/AAAAAAAACF8/B_gZ5ZujLPY/s320/P17-12-10_17.10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer hammock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKEgR-6IHlE/TXYutEVQSgI/AAAAAAAACF0/Nkb3jE__G-g/s1600/P22-12-10_10.38%255B01%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581700139964189186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKEgR-6IHlE/TXYutEVQSgI/AAAAAAAACF0/Nkb3jE__G-g/s320/P22-12-10_10.38%255B01%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkKWpo_wlH8/TXYpj32QA8I/AAAAAAAACFk/fDOB0yQaf0A/s1600/P05-02-11_11.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581694484435960770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkKWpo_wlH8/TXYpj32QA8I/AAAAAAAACFk/fDOB0yQaf0A/s320/P05-02-11_11.40.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer singlets (with superheroes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5O_lowpMi0/TXYpjjzkVTI/AAAAAAAACFc/A3L8p--7q8g/s1600/P29-01-11_11.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581694479056000306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5O_lowpMi0/TXYpjjzkVTI/AAAAAAAACFc/A3L8p--7q8g/s320/P29-01-11_11.20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Byb_b2MM4_E/TXYpjVPUBXI/AAAAAAAACFU/OHOyhK1BA0g/s1600/P23-12-10_09.02%255B01%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581694475145839986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Byb_b2MM4_E/TXYpjVPUBXI/AAAAAAAACFU/OHOyhK1BA0g/s320/P23-12-10_09.02%255B01%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer sea creatures (an octopus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duL3bQm_7YU/TXYpjCOOBzI/AAAAAAAACFM/PautnKasK7k/s1600/P09-12-10_10.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581694470040979250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duL3bQm_7YU/TXYpjCOOBzI/AAAAAAAACFM/PautnKasK7k/s320/P09-12-10_10.53.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer break from Playgroup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes from Summer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm feeling pestered! Everyone's pestering me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: If I was a winged man I could fly up into the air and trick Jesus and God and pretend I died!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: Why? To make God laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad: Who's poo-ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: Zachary is! (putting his fingers down the back of his nappy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: Stop saying "Why?" for a while! Just give it a rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: Mummy, why can't I say that question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All those birds would look like sheep if they didn't have wings. (Cockatoos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mummy: Don't come back in here saying "More more more".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: I'll just come in and say, "More more".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J: Byron's digging under the slab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: (pushing on the house with his hand) It's not wobbley yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started calling his baby brother "Zacka", which Jasmine immediately copied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I had a sleep I dreamed about grumpiness, so I'm very grumpy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish I was a rain cloud. It would be fun to make mud for Jas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is that your chocolate with no sweet? (I gave him some of my 85% dark chocolate, and he's hardly ever asked me for some since.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: Jasmine? How about we get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J: No thankyou; I'm dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B: (Speaking for the doll he was holding, to the doll Jasmine was holding) I'm a superhero, coz look what I can do! (tips doll back so its eyes close)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jasmine, you can't see in your ear unless you're &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; your ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a very naughty boy, but I'll be good for Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills and achievements:&lt;/strong&gt; Getting good at using the pot and toilet, so graduated to undies. Touched a koala and a roo at the wildlife park. Helped me dye some carded wool for spinning. Persuaded Jasmine to call him "Superhero Byron" for the morning. Played two characters in his own imaginary game, arguing with and persuading himself. Still has an imaginary friend called Martin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3617004592298104963?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3617004592298104963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3617004592298104963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3617004592298104963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3617004592298104963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2011/03/summer-2010-11.html' title='Summer 2010-11'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuNmzStj5e4/TXYpkUF-JjI/AAAAAAAACFs/zrrOKVI56fc/s72-c/P25-02-11_11.24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7850308720402679108</id><published>2011-01-20T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T04:32:00.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564231719334891714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgfRKbq0MI/AAAAAAAAB_U/beOan0iZO6g/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run run run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564235177890753762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgiaejpLOI/AAAAAAAACAM/rDFJe7AjdfA/s320/P05-11-10_11.49.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying around on the swings. Scary to watch, at times, but he sure has had a lot of practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564231728721327570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgfRtZkddI/AAAAAAAAB_c/AaPzHuxI_Nk/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick shot with Zachary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564231756587687346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgfTVNbXbI/AAAAAAAAB_0/XucWqf3wtZE/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to read to Zach (even Mummy has trouble reading "Oh say, can you say?"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564231740970940098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgfSbCGtsI/AAAAAAAAB_s/tkqtDpR0nKc/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring rolls in Spring. Very serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564231730766271234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgfR1BH0wI/AAAAAAAAB_k/8cwVmFCYkKo/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 car seats squashed into the back. For the next 7 years, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564235167413390322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgiZ3hpS_I/AAAAAAAAB_8/B--nqRZYRBM/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite colors: red and black.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgibIAXydI/AAAAAAAACAc/bU2V_FNZR6Q/s1600/P20-11-10_06.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564235189017102802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgibIAXydI/AAAAAAAACAc/bU2V_FNZR6Q/s320/P20-11-10_06.47.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time I ever saw him attempt to draw a person. This is Daddy, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgia4tsILI/AAAAAAAACAU/fwpuhEQL8d8/s1600/P10-11-10_17.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564235184912212146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgia4tsILI/AAAAAAAACAU/fwpuhEQL8d8/s320/P10-11-10_17.15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is a "Quick, Jasmine... Mummy left the paints on the table and now she's not looking" coordinated effort. But Byron did most of it. It's very 3-D because it was piles of thick paint squirted straight out of the bottles, about 2-3cm high off the paper. Lots of fun, until Mummy noticed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgiaLFNTKI/AAAAAAAACAE/ozi7fUu4A7Q/s1600/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564235172662824098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgiaLFNTKI/AAAAAAAACAE/ozi7fUu4A7Q/s320/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Byron's many black paintings. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, Mummy! He's already warm! (when told I was knitting a jumper for his toy sheep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God, thankyou for our lunch and bless your cotton socks, in Jesus' name... GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to a very happy place, and that's Grandpa's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Matt and Auntie Kylie's wedding: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ObdJlm42fw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ObdJlm42fw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I'm a superhero and my super protects me from being hurt. So I don't cry too much. And I don't laugh as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: You don't laugh as much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: No, because I'm protected from tickling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B read me "Green Eggs and Ham" and did a pretty good job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: These socks are nice and comfy and warm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: You can tell people at playgroup I made them for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: NO! They might say "you can't have those socks!" I don't want to tell anyone! I'm serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Mummy, you know everything, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Nearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: You do, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever wins the game gets to win the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like this tea. It's got boogs in it! (Dinner time is always a struggle, but that was a new one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be Mr. Incredible. Very, very strong! (walks off swaying his shoulders...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(lifting his legs up and down): Look, Jasmine; I'm getting strong. Do you want to have a go, so you can get stronger and push Daddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like being naughty, no smacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 3yo. Clever enough to defeat the lock on the childproof kitchen gate. Still silly enough to brag to Mummy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Why did it just get quiet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Because we all stopped talking. (this doesn't happen much with Byron around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Please can I have a banana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: No, it's nearly tea time. I know you're hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I'm not hungry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Then why do you want a banana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I'm hungry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I'm just hungry coz I want a BANANA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7850308720402679108?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7850308720402679108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7850308720402679108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7850308720402679108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7850308720402679108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-2010.html' title='Spring, 2010'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TTgfRKbq0MI/AAAAAAAAB_U/beOan0iZO6g/s72-c/Picture%2Bbundle%2B2%2B116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7759920047577994420</id><published>2010-09-21T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T06:00:48.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June, July, August, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519336645604842258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifb70SmxI/AAAAAAAABxI/h9dtqySTeTs/s400/P06-07-10_13.25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the oil, he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJim1Uj9coI/AAAAAAAABxo/zc-EJebMGrw/s1600/P27-07-10_11.48%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519344778325357186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJim1Uj9coI/AAAAAAAABxo/zc-EJebMGrw/s400/P27-07-10_11.48%5B02%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifdWvu9NI/AAAAAAAABxg/cWxuKSGP8K0/s1600/P12-06-10_13.05%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519336670013355218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifdWvu9NI/AAAAAAAABxg/cWxuKSGP8K0/s400/P12-06-10_13.05%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifc5FNaeI/AAAAAAAABxY/qdkmUEkXefQ/s1600/P15-06-10_16.38%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519336662050367970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifc5FNaeI/AAAAAAAABxY/qdkmUEkXefQ/s400/P15-06-10_16.38%5B02%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifcS8OBHI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5G1BrFv3q3w/s1600/P26-06-10_16.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519336651812111474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifcS8OBHI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5G1BrFv3q3w/s400/P26-06-10_16.03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifbmOfhlI/AAAAAAAABxA/dLXsRkeYhKo/s1600/P30-07-10_08.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519336639809160786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifbmOfhlI/AAAAAAAABxA/dLXsRkeYhKo/s400/P30-07-10_08.40.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibdOnj0aI/AAAAAAAABw4/J7yjEMUqfaA/s1600/2010+June+8+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332269785076130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibdOnj0aI/AAAAAAAABw4/J7yjEMUqfaA/s400/2010+June+8+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibcihnvXI/AAAAAAAABww/nXw34bcnvtk/s1600/2010+June+8+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332257949007218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibcihnvXI/AAAAAAAABww/nXw34bcnvtk/s400/2010+June+8+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibcVlZ-iI/AAAAAAAABwo/f1YAXVOqtTs/s1600/2010+august+9+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332254475221538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibcVlZ-iI/AAAAAAAABwo/f1YAXVOqtTs/s400/2010+august+9+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibbwzlIVI/AAAAAAAABwg/zY0WG9ed3NQ/s1600/2010+August+9+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332244602560850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibbwzlIVI/AAAAAAAABwg/zY0WG9ed3NQ/s400/2010+August+9+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibbtY3uZI/AAAAAAAABwY/VI8_714FC_g/s1600/P05-06-10_08.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332243685226898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJibbtY3uZI/AAAAAAAABwY/VI8_714FC_g/s400/P05-06-10_08.21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Winter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(re Zach) He's not making a noise. I hear him not making a noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please, but no, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: (waving two balloons) Give me a hip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine: Hip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Give me a hip, Jas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Hip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Hooray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gimme six! (Funnier, apparently, than "gimme 5")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(eating Coco Pops) Now I've got fireworks in my tummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel hot, and I think it might be because I'm hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The electricity went to the wire across the road. (His explanation of Toy Death due to battery failure!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't chop it! (When I was about to cut him some cake; he wanted the whole thing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To Zach): Aren't you a little vegemite boy! (because I sometimes call him a happy little vegemite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(re. Lake Wendouree) Look, Mum, there's water in the pond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Walking around with hands over face) I've got special glasses on to keep the water out of my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: If you want to get out you could open the door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Hmmm... Great idea, Mummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cooking imaginary food with Jasmine) B: Tea tah! You want to say grace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Hold my hand... (Thanks God for pretend lunch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: You're not supposed to say No when I tell you to do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: No, it's &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; dangerous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(frequently, to Jasmine): Jasmine!! Don't tell anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pulling labels of clothes): Look, Mummy; you're getting free cards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: That's enough!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine: Do what you're told to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To Nathan) Move still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy, leave Zachary alone. I'm reading him a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we should go for a quick drive to Sydney and I will have a little talk to Grandpa and a big play, and then we can drive home again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crashed into Uncle Matthew's website and broke my truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(after an explanation of an electrical circuit): That's very silly, Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why has mayonaisse got vinegar in it? (remembering, apparenly, a week earlier, when I had walked into Jasmine's room saying, "Why does it smell like vinegar in here?" just before finding them spreading mayo all over the room.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Sometimes I reach over and take things from the bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: and if I see you, you get in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yeah. If you see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7759920047577994420?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7759920047577994420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7759920047577994420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7759920047577994420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7759920047577994420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/09/june-july-august-2010.html' title='June, July, August, 2010'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TJifb70SmxI/AAAAAAAABxI/h9dtqySTeTs/s72-c/P06-07-10_13.25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7496789354544630551</id><published>2010-06-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:10:48.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May, 2010</title><content type='html'>Byron is THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcS0-5bHSI/AAAAAAAABms/P_lFEoO8m_8/s1600/p12-05-10_13.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482871772793216290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcS0-5bHSI/AAAAAAAABms/P_lFEoO8m_8/s400/p12-05-10_13.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, not quite, in that photo, but that's his birthday jumper. Here is what he considers "a pose":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcS0Vp1QSI/AAAAAAAABmk/AHBwLZbYyZw/s1600/P12-05-10_13.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482871761721966882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcS0Vp1QSI/AAAAAAAABmk/AHBwLZbYyZw/s400/P12-05-10_13.14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcSzwW28cI/AAAAAAAABmc/KQy8zTehtIY/s1600/P25-05-10_11.28%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482871751710273986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcSzwW28cI/AAAAAAAABmc/KQy8zTehtIY/s400/P25-05-10_11.28%5B02%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please, can I bring this rock inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcSzbx5DNI/AAAAAAAABmU/lYxhnfgHUc8/s1600/P27-05-10_11.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482871746186513618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcSzbx5DNI/AAAAAAAABmU/lYxhnfgHUc8/s400/P27-05-10_11.32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron in May:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His favorite game is "Pairs" with his dinosaur cards. Fun to hear him say, "Ooo! Diplodicus! Yay!" He loves making up stories ("reading") to Jasmine, and her refusal to sit and listen is the cause of many fights. She follows him around the paddock, and he teaches her lots of things. It's occurred to him that quickly offering his sister a hug (when he's made her cry) saves him from getting growled at. His speech is pretty good, though he still often says, "I'm am", and once was heard to say, "No I'm am isn't not!". LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, come on, Jasmine; let's go in the bedroom and I'll show you there's no monsters in the cupboard. I'll turn on the light so you won't be scared. (went on to explain why shadows aren't monsters.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't want a sleep! I'm not tired; I'm full full FULL of energy!" [yaaaawn]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron (looking at me in the rear view mirror): No, you can't see me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Just because you say so doesn't make it true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: Yes it does! ...That doesn't make any sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reading to Jasmine) "In the light of a star, three little bugs sat on a leaf. One was called Bella, one was called Bella, and the other was called Bella. (the book was "my little book of 5")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Crying) I tried to throw the stick over the fence for the goat but it actually hit me on the head. It didn't watch where it was going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(before playgroup): Mummy, can we leave Jasmine at home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy: You need to make up your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: No and Yes. Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for less frequent updates from now on. Maybe  every three months. Mummy is feeling BUSY, and his photos aren't changing much now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7496789354544630551?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7496789354544630551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7496789354544630551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7496789354544630551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7496789354544630551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-2010.html' title='May, 2010'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/TBcS0-5bHSI/AAAAAAAABms/P_lFEoO8m_8/s72-c/p12-05-10_13.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4790689808970779350</id><published>2010-05-07T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:12:18.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April, 2010</title><content type='html'>Testing his future-birthday-present for fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgflkcKAI/AAAAAAAABgE/3LVP5Kf3LJo/s1600/p23-04-10_08.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468742680800143362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgflkcKAI/AAAAAAAABgE/3LVP5Kf3LJo/s400/p23-04-10_08.03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mackas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgfKZQrfI/AAAAAAAABf8/8VOPRcQfN9M/s1600/P24-04-10_10.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468742673505496562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgfKZQrfI/AAAAAAAABf8/8VOPRcQfN9M/s400/P24-04-10_10.45.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into hiding things in his room (or Jasmine's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-Tgepn2zHI/AAAAAAAABf0/_IiOTsK0ZCU/s1600/2010+Apr+30+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468742664708344946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-Tgepn2zHI/AAAAAAAABf0/_IiOTsK0ZCU/s400/2010+Apr+30+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? He's feeding himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgeO9PBLI/AAAAAAAABfs/QHbBZrRGP9Y/s1600/2010+Apr+30+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468742657550255282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgeO9PBLI/AAAAAAAABfs/QHbBZrRGP9Y/s400/2010+Apr+30+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff from March and April:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goosey, Goosey, Gander, where shall I wander?Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown, There I met an old man who walked a crooked mile..." Twisted Nursery rhymes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to call Jasmine "Jazzy" with no apparent outside influence&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned to climb over the gate Daddy had just built between the yard and the paddock&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you want to ask me if I want  a bath, Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being very vernacular; "Good-O!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The number of the Day! That means it's time to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house!" Strange but useful brain connections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"You're doing a really good job with your wool, Mummy. Your wool is pretty. Your wool is nice! That's just amazing and nice..." inching closer to the yarn I was dyeing (when told to stay away) with compliments to distract me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy: Bunnings? Why would I want to take you three out of the car and herd you all around Bunnings while you run away, and be naughty, and touch things you shouldn't, and then try and get you all back into the car? That doesn't sound like very much fun for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: But it sounds like fun for &lt;em&gt;me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look, Jasmine... see the bus?" Pointing out shapes in the clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: Don't get in Grandma C's car in your dirty boots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: [takes off boots and climbs in]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, I think I &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt; allowed to..." trying his hand at willing things into reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; tasty; I'm a &lt;em&gt;yukky&lt;/em&gt; boy! And you're not a dinosaur, Daddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One day when I'm a cat and I've got strong eyes, I'll be able to see &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; the fog."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jasmine and I are playing "Grandma and Grandpa". You are Uncle Matthew and Zach is Auntie Kelly." [runs off to buy me a motorbike]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy: Where's my little sewing box?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: It was on the couch. I think Jasmine took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy: Hmmm. I wonder where "she" put it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: I think she put it in my cupboard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Morality aside, the learning to lie phase is pretty funny!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy [growls at Byron]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: I'm going to buy some insects and let them sting you because you're saying bad things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy: Well, you haven't got any money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: Well, not yet; when I'm bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also seen making up a story to go with the new book he hadn't heard yet, and telling Jasmine (correctly) which Dr Seuss books (pictured on the back page) that we did and didn't have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4790689808970779350?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4790689808970779350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4790689808970779350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4790689808970779350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4790689808970779350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-2010.html' title='April, 2010'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S-TgflkcKAI/AAAAAAAABgE/3LVP5Kf3LJo/s72-c/p23-04-10_08.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-857685666952081067</id><published>2010-04-09T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:44:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_xtwQ-aBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YPAGZnhM94I/s1600/P27-03-10_12.50%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347041748838418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_xtwQ-aBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YPAGZnhM94I/s320/P27-03-10_12.50%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I looked out the window, and there he was, little Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_xtUHf3nI/AAAAAAAABa8/kHRBLHDAo_0/s1600/P23-03-10_19.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347034192895602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_xtUHf3nI/AAAAAAAABa8/kHRBLHDAo_0/s320/P23-03-10_19.53.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes having three littlies is a bit awkward. Here Zachary, upset at being left alone, joins Byron for story time... but doesn't make it to the end of the book ;D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sGHIf2HI/AAAAAAAABa0/vBqs7qyOD2c/s1600/P24-03-10_09.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340863134390386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sGHIf2HI/AAAAAAAABa0/vBqs7qyOD2c/s320/P24-03-10_09.17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron watching TV while sitting on my back, as I laid on my stomach on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sF7ckSTI/AAAAAAAABas/XCeyVVn2meg/s1600/P11-03-10_11.58%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340859997342002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sF7ckSTI/AAAAAAAABas/XCeyVVn2meg/s320/P11-03-10_11.58%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves playdough, though it end up getting confiscated every single time he's allowed to play with it :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sFNapYVI/AAAAAAAABak/CdaXiq8AcBM/s1600/P10-03-10_11.19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340847641256274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sFNapYVI/AAAAAAAABak/CdaXiq8AcBM/s320/P10-03-10_11.19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Burning off some energy at Macka's. We go here fairly often, but it's hardly bad for his health, as he's too busy playing to eat more than a few chips for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sEppAEYI/AAAAAAAABac/aPuITp9GCZk/s1600/P02-03-10_10.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340838037787010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sEppAEYI/AAAAAAAABac/aPuITp9GCZk/s320/P02-03-10_10.13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pressing the bell buttons at the Eureka Stockade playground&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sD-yb3ZI/AAAAAAAABaU/qWCAby9yWIQ/s1600/P02-03-10_10.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458340826534632850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_sD-yb3ZI/AAAAAAAABaU/qWCAby9yWIQ/s320/P02-03-10_10.12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-857685666952081067?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/857685666952081067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=857685666952081067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/857685666952081067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/857685666952081067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-2010.html' title='March 2010'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S7_xtwQ-aBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YPAGZnhM94I/s72-c/P27-03-10_12.50%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-6843668196060186821</id><published>2010-03-05T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T05:05:12.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8_wrq-RI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XYYJgPXtffk/s1600-h/2010+Feb+22+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445130121820961042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8_wrq-RI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XYYJgPXtffk/s320/2010+Feb+22+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school bus, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8_OPNW7I/AAAAAAAABTI/w4gwKb8fq34/s1600-h/P28-02-10_11.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445130112574774194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8_OPNW7I/AAAAAAAABTI/w4gwKb8fq34/s320/P28-02-10_11.49.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get to the tree branch like the girl up the tree did. (The rule is "You're allowed to climb up the tree if you can climb up yourself")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8-WmUlkI/AAAAAAAABTA/NErMfAIVAjo/s1600-h/P06-02-10_17.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445130097639331394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8-WmUlkI/AAAAAAAABTA/NErMfAIVAjo/s320/P06-02-10_17.17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lending a hand Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D895IeeCI/AAAAAAAABS4/XlhMAdKVslo/s1600-h/P06-02-10_12.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445130089729521698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D895IeeCI/AAAAAAAABS4/XlhMAdKVslo/s320/P06-02-10_12.28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxing on the swing in the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D89G1fw3I/AAAAAAAABSw/iUo2cbRUzOE/s1600-h/P04-02-10_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445130076228141938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D89G1fw3I/AAAAAAAABSw/iUo2cbRUzOE/s320/P04-02-10_1641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the toybox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron this month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put an icecream bucket on his head and ran around headbutting stuff, to prove it didn't hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started going to Playgroup with Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hid himself under the toybox on the treadmill so I wouldn't know he was squirting bbq sauce on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the top of the treadmill (with supreme confidence): "If I fall I'll just do a flip and land on my feet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding a cardboard tube "exhaust pipe" to his chest: "Hey, Mummy! Smoke is coming out of my engine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: (after putting a sand "chocolate cake" into the "oven" under the back step) Look, Mummy; I'm climbing into the oven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Don't burn your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I won't; I'm wearing oven gloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to Jasmine, with appropriate actions) "Gimme five... to the side... down below... TOO SLOW"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to Jasmine) You'll fall if you climb up onto the roof... You should get a ladder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-6843668196060186821?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6843668196060186821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=6843668196060186821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/6843668196060186821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/6843668196060186821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/03/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S5D8_wrq-RI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XYYJgPXtffk/s72-c/2010+Feb+22+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-6401081576353403417</id><published>2010-02-05T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:00:26.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Checking out the new gate... which doesn't help him escape the 'yard' at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHR3sHxuI/AAAAAAAABPo/vcOaZ9imkI8/s1600-h/2010+Jan+11+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434726853917525730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHR3sHxuI/AAAAAAAABPo/vcOaZ9imkI8/s320/2010+Jan+11+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carding some wool from the black sheep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHRr1GUgI/AAAAAAAABPg/aUIxxXaQERU/s1600-h/2010+Jan+26+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434726850733953538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHRr1GUgI/AAAAAAAABPg/aUIxxXaQERU/s320/2010+Jan+26+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else did you think I wanted Jasmine's pink back pack? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHRPHi4XI/AAAAAAAABPY/iQCwvl8YJEk/s1600-h/2010+Jan+26+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434726843026694514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHRPHi4XI/AAAAAAAABPY/iQCwvl8YJEk/s320/2010+Jan+26+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making pancakes with Jasmine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHQyk6VSI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9cy0PwYIVC0/s1600-h/2010+Jan+26+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434726835365238050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHQyk6VSI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9cy0PwYIVC0/s320/2010+Jan+26+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staking trees with Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHQarf3oI/AAAAAAAABPI/P76KBjbtwZE/s1600-h/2010+Jan+11+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434726828950412930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHQarf3oI/AAAAAAAABPI/P76KBjbtwZE/s320/2010+Jan+11+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-6401081576353403417?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6401081576353403417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=6401081576353403417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/6401081576353403417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/6401081576353403417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/02/checking-out-new-gate.html' title=''/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S2wHR3sHxuI/AAAAAAAABPo/vcOaZ9imkI8/s72-c/2010+Jan+11+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-5961748892659692720</id><published>2010-01-07T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:18:44.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WpmW7IrzI/AAAAAAAABLc/6sZNRxH4-10/s1600-h/2009+Dec+29+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423927802691366706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WpmW7IrzI/AAAAAAAABLc/6sZNRxH4-10/s320/2009+Dec+29+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WpmEgPNzI/AAAAAAAABLU/kqxUHn5D_vs/s1600-h/2009+Dec+29+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423927797746710322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WpmEgPNzI/AAAAAAAABLU/kqxUHn5D_vs/s320/2009+Dec+29+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WplsWrJKI/AAAAAAAABLM/mf99pus90HA/s1600-h/2009+Dec+29+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423927791264146594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WplsWrJKI/AAAAAAAABLM/mf99pus90HA/s320/2009+Dec+29+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423927777897929794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0Wpk6j63EI/AAAAAAAABK8/oEqU7UvI7Hw/s320/2009+Dec+29+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WplKH7GLI/AAAAAAAABLE/OuW3s8M9Xsk/s1600-h/2009+Dec+29+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423927782075472050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WplKH7GLI/AAAAAAAABLE/OuW3s8M9Xsk/s320/2009+Dec+29+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron this month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started playing a game to make having his nails clipped more fun, where I call him "sir" and charge him to come to my clipper shop. After charging him an imaginary $2 for clipping all his toenails, he decided to do mine, charging me $100! (At least he said, "Thankyou, sir")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think my milo's not a baby, cause it's milo." (stomach contents become confusing when Mummy has a baby in hers.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daddy, I want some Beyonce! I love Beyonce!" (asking for music to dance to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where's the Princess? The queen is gone! I have to find the queen!" (on waking up; obviously dreaming of rescuing some damsels in distress)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: Why are you putting the cushions over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: [flapping his arms] Because that's where my nest lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mummy, you need to go inside for a minute, because I'm starting the angle grinder." (kicked out of his 'shed')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just want the pineapple only!" (complaining about having to eat pizza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thankyou, God, for our yummy food, in Jesus' name... and bless your cotton socks... in Jesus' name, amen." (grace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron asked me to make the toy chipmunk a milo, but I refused, saying to Chippy, "You eat nuts." He quickly backed me up, saying to the toy, "You eat nuts... and bolts". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mummy, the men won't wave to me!!" (indignant at the rudeness of airplane pilots flying far above us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-5961748892659692720?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5961748892659692720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=5961748892659692720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5961748892659692720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5961748892659692720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-2009.html' title='December, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/S0WpmW7IrzI/AAAAAAAABLc/6sZNRxH4-10/s72-c/2009+Dec+29+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-5799826859782709946</id><published>2009-12-03T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:44:57.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November, 2009</title><content type='html'>How does one go about getting cute pictures of a naughty 2-year-old? I know...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410955608248381058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTdQ0NboI/AAAAAAAABI0/8fa2gwfLR4U/s320/2009+Nov+26+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTe_0MhjI/AAAAAAAABJU/jLog0sbJOS0/s1600-h/2009+Nov+1+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410955638044657202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTe_0MhjI/AAAAAAAABJU/jLog0sbJOS0/s320/2009+Nov+1+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTemBSCqI/AAAAAAAABJM/CH4SRV6Oo0c/s1600-h/2009+Nov+1+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410955631120222882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTemBSCqI/AAAAAAAABJM/CH4SRV6Oo0c/s320/2009+Nov+1+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTeLNAt1I/AAAAAAAABJE/tbueZ6ICI3Y/s1600-h/2009+Nov+17+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410955623921661778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTeLNAt1I/AAAAAAAABJE/tbueZ6ICI3Y/s320/2009+Nov+17+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Well, okay, he's also pretty cute when he's not asleep in bed, in the car or on the beanbags... he just doesn't smile and stay still at the same time very often Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410955620109597186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTd9AJOgI/AAAAAAAABI8/efhV9bu73mg/s320/2009+Nov+26+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes for Nov &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mummy, stop making noises! I'm trying to watch the news!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think I could climb into it and get a pig..." (after watching some cute piglets on TV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There are two left." (I took the jelly bean container off him and said if he could count how many he had taken out, he and Jasmine could share them. He showed me the hand containing two... and hid the other handful behind his back!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's also started the annoying habit of repeating what someone just told him. But he has learned how to control his temper enough to (sometimes) yell, "No Thankyou, Jasmine!!" instead of just whacking her. Progress ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-5799826859782709946?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5799826859782709946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=5799826859782709946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5799826859782709946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5799826859782709946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/12/november-2009.html' title='November, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SxeTdQ0NboI/AAAAAAAABI0/8fa2gwfLR4U/s72-c/2009+Nov+26+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-134440791095932526</id><published>2009-11-05T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:45:40.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPlU4_yI/AAAAAAAABGs/V0hn_r85ZcI/s1600-h/2009+nov+1+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400821174562783010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPlU4_yI/AAAAAAAABGs/V0hn_r85ZcI/s320/2009+nov+1+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting a lesson from Daddy on How to Pedal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPXnvQNI/AAAAAAAABGk/XNgFwXacjnM/s1600-h/2009+Nov+1+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400821170883739858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPXnvQNI/AAAAAAAABGk/XNgFwXacjnM/s320/2009+Nov+1+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPA_yHRI/AAAAAAAABGc/H_voK_H390Y/s1600-h/2009+Nov+1+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400821164810575122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPA_yHRI/AAAAAAAABGc/H_voK_H390Y/s320/2009+Nov+1+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Goldsmith Steam Rally (boys' day out with Daddy; technically Nov 1...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSOyXztjI/AAAAAAAABGU/45HsiohYx8s/s1600-h/2009+Oct+4+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400821160884811314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSOyXztjI/AAAAAAAABGU/45HsiohYx8s/s320/2009+Oct+4+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emptying the dry dirt from many pots into the rainwater in the empty sandpit = MUD&lt;br /&gt;Despite the look on his face, he was allowed to play in it. Did a lot of washing that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSOdXjNJI/AAAAAAAABGM/jklDpaSYbn4/s1600-h/2009+October+15+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400821155246584978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSOdXjNJI/AAAAAAAABGM/jklDpaSYbn4/s320/2009+October+15+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up under the handle of the treadmill. &lt;em&gt;Anything&lt;/em&gt; to pretend he's riding a motorbike!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;QUOTES FOR OCTOBER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My legs aren't sore... I think I can walk... yep! (self-testing after seeing a boy in a wheelchair on TV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't unchance me! (When told he was naughty and couldn't have another chance. He was angry at the punishment (Jasmine got a lollipop and he didn't) though she let him have hers shortly after.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is enough... (different opinion to Mummy re. iceypoles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not being good, but I'm still being good! (trying to convince Mummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy: Come here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byron: You have to say, "Come here, little robot" (he had a bucket on his head) and &lt;em&gt;you have to say please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mastered the forward roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Told the toy horse all about his day yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reads books when he should be asleep (he's realized that we hear the click of the light going on, so he leaves it off, but he still reads out loud Ü)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cleaned the tables at Happy Jacks (playground) with the toilet brush he found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taught Jasmine how to ride a motorbike (the only props were two toy rings, used for steering wheels)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-134440791095932526?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/134440791095932526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=134440791095932526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/134440791095932526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/134440791095932526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/11/october-2009.html' title='October 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SvOSPlU4_yI/AAAAAAAABGs/V0hn_r85ZcI/s72-c/2009+nov+1+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-5063914391529285657</id><published>2009-10-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:12:58.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzk8O-l0I/AAAAAAAABEM/AI8L-wwM2FA/s1600-h/2009+Sept+10+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391569151141517122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzk8O-l0I/AAAAAAAABEM/AI8L-wwM2FA/s320/2009+Sept+10+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with the frame of Daddy's buggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzkWITMfI/AAAAAAAABEE/j22Xp14tFSg/s1600-h/2009+Sept+14+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391569140912959986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzkWITMfI/AAAAAAAABEE/j22Xp14tFSg/s320/2009+Sept+14+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing up the rope ladder as easily as a monkey. Loves going to the playground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzjn9DLoI/AAAAAAAABD8/iyT5cQB4xTs/s1600-h/2009+Sept+18+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391569128517742210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzjn9DLoI/AAAAAAAABD8/iyT5cQB4xTs/s320/2009+Sept+18+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking the wheel and going for a spin ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzjMMu9iI/AAAAAAAABD0/riih_xWKen8/s1600-h/2009+Sept+18+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391569121067333154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzjMMu9iI/AAAAAAAABD0/riih_xWKen8/s320/2009+Sept+18+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He doesn't think rain is any sort of reason not to play outside, and why would you when your big (size 5) raincoat covers you so well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't record so many quotes this month, as he talks more or less &lt;strong&gt;constantly&lt;/strong&gt;; instead I wrote some of the things he's been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month Byron's been into posting things into cracks (like books and spoons into the gaps of my treadmill). Nathan's also been trying to get him to say "J" because he actually says "j" as "dy", like "dyasmine". Once, when I asked him to say "Jjjjjj-asmine" he said to me, "Daddy's at work, so I don't have to say DYAY!" hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He puts on his boots and heads outside all the time, which is fine, as we have an enclosed little yard. But sometimes I put him over the fence and he explores the paddock and chases the sheep. Once, when he was a bit far to see over the longish grass, I called out to him, and the neighbor waved and pointed. He was at the back fence asking him to lift him over ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems to pick up words and ideas all over the place with ease. He told me he had whiskers (brushing his cheek with his toe) and that our seagull ornament was actually an Albatross. He plays "boilers" with a broom, sweeping dusty ground up into "steam". He plays with an imaginary dog. He says "Goodbye" to his fruitcake before taking a bite! When I told him my back was sore, he took me to "hospital" (his room), told me to lay down, fed me imaginary cheese, read me "Rub a dub dub, who are these men in a tub, who a think a be.... they all sailed out to sea", turned off the light and shut the door behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a great time tipping water over Jasmine's head (she thought it was great because it just dripped off her hat). When she was crying one day, he said to her, "Come here, sit on my knee and I give you a cuddle." Cute, but he mostly says "That's enough kisses!!" and pushes her away. Though one nice night he said to me, "Mummy, I need LOTS of kisses" and then said, "Thankyou, Mummy; I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; kisses!" He likes feeding Jasmine, and even dishes her up more (out of his plate) if he is close enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was walking around stamping his left foot, and when I asked what he was doing he said he was trying to start his motorbike. He can count to ten, though he wasn't specifically taught to (and I think his "Look, four blocks..." is more clever than reciting stuff.) He can half-quote lots of rhymes, like Ring a Ring a Rosie, Old King Cole, Diddle Diddle Dumpling, Hot Cross Buns, etc. and "reads" them (and other books) to Jasmine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still at the very naughty and defiant stage (and spends a fair bit of time on his bed some days), but he's still, by far, one of the cutest, cleverest, nicest little people I've ever met. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-5063914391529285657?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5063914391529285657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=5063914391529285657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5063914391529285657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5063914391529285657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/10/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/StKzk8O-l0I/AAAAAAAABEM/AI8L-wwM2FA/s72-c/2009+Sept+10+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4019712359519026817</id><published>2009-09-06T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:27:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZtvpw7MI/AAAAAAAABAU/cu5T2vicH5k/s1600-h/2009+Aug+7+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378311391175306434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZtvpw7MI/AAAAAAAABAU/cu5T2vicH5k/s320/2009+Aug+7+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The serious business of fixing mowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZtM-PlpI/AAAAAAAABAM/qeiyJQUrVJI/s1600-h/2009+Aug+7+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378311381865961106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZtM-PlpI/AAAAAAAABAM/qeiyJQUrVJI/s320/2009+Aug+7+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look what I can do once I've put the pots all over the kitchen floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZsg-1yaI/AAAAAAAABAE/TRvLTczrQEo/s1600-h/2009+Aug+31+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378311370057304482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZsg-1yaI/AAAAAAAABAE/TRvLTczrQEo/s320/2009+Aug+31+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So serious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZsDxPuvI/AAAAAAAAA_8/6ZtEpq2AVTQ/s1600-h/2009+Aug+31+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378311362215656178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZsDxPuvI/AAAAAAAAA_8/6ZtEpq2AVTQ/s320/2009+Aug+31+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But this is what happens when I say, "Smile, Byron..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZryeMhVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/n-dEmmeGlzw/s1600-h/2009+Aug+31+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378311357572351314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZryeMhVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/n-dEmmeGlzw/s320/2009+Aug+31+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuddling Jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quotes of the month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry! I need chocolate. (each day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy, I need my socks on coz my feet get cold if they get cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm NOT tired, I'm a BOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get lost, Mummy (as I followed him around Target, a bit too slowly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't have more wool; you've got your own wool (I was buying more, but he thinks my yarn stash is big enough.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy, I won't wake you up, Mummy.... I won't wake you up any more, Mummy... Mummy? Mummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, where are you going? (to a stranger walking by)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took off PJ pants and put on tracksuit pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, took off PJ pants and wet nappy, and put on PJ's over bare butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told me off for turning his pillow upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 3 hours at a Macka's playground, and all he remembered, when Daddy asked about it, was that "Mummy spilt her orange juice &lt;em&gt;all over place&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent days talking about wheels and whistles and muskets and fires after a visit to Sovereign Hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4019712359519026817?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4019712359519026817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4019712359519026817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4019712359519026817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4019712359519026817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/09/august-2009.html' title='August, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SqOZtvpw7MI/AAAAAAAABAU/cu5T2vicH5k/s72-c/2009+Aug+7+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-990320816433927035</id><published>2009-08-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:20:21.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEwmqb9_I/AAAAAAAAA9E/7dT6naAKP9w/s1600-h/2009+July+7+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099720233383922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEwmqb9_I/AAAAAAAAA9E/7dT6naAKP9w/s320/2009+July+7+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEvvN5alI/AAAAAAAAA88/4yDSCjc7Vxw/s1600-h/2009+July+7+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099705349728850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEvvN5alI/AAAAAAAAA88/4yDSCjc7Vxw/s320/2009+July+7+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puts his own boots on and heads outside regularly. He can't get out of this small yard (yet) but loves to have a bit of freedom, especially with puddles like this about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEvftH-UI/AAAAAAAAA80/1ut3_VjrLgY/s1600-h/2009+July+16+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099701185739074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEvftH-UI/AAAAAAAAA80/1ut3_VjrLgY/s320/2009+July+16+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was feeling cold, so he put on a jumper (around his waist) and a tshirt Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEu9O2lOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/-SFO5t9u7Bc/s1600-h/2009+July+18+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099691931964642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEu9O2lOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/-SFO5t9u7Bc/s320/2009+July+18+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Byron is in the big bed! We took the side off the cot, as he was climbing over it anyway, and found him on the floor a few times. At least this bed has rails! Jasmine got promoted from the portacot to Byron's old cot Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEup6QykI/AAAAAAAAA8k/VvJU1iijN0g/s1600-h/2009+July+28+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099686745328194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEup6QykI/AAAAAAAAA8k/VvJU1iijN0g/s320/2009+July+28+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quotes for July:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ginger beer, ginger beer, ginger beer, ginger beer" (sung to the tune of "Spider man")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ding Dong!" (When knocking on his bedroom door didn't get results quickly enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mummy, go faster!!" (in the car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, MOPS is on &lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;. Bye." (talking on pretend phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm going to be a man... and put on a hat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, thankyou. I'd like a chocolate frog, though..." (response to biscuit offer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What's your "bzzer" today? Chainsaw? Jigsaw? Whipper snipper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byron: It's not a whipper snipper, it's a &lt;em&gt;spoon&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There's no reason for you to be in there!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All day long" (catch phrase of the month.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goodnight Mummy, goodnight Jasmine, goodnight chairs, goodnight curtains, goodnight window....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also sings the whole alphabet song. Got a video of most of it, but can't seem to put it on with sound (which is pointless). Can count things (as he points to them) up to about 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-990320816433927035?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/990320816433927035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=990320816433927035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/990320816433927035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/990320816433927035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-2009.html' title='July, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SnvEwmqb9_I/AAAAAAAAA9E/7dT6naAKP9w/s72-c/2009+July+7+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-929773039087239332</id><published>2009-07-10T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:09:16.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June, 2009</title><content type='html'>June Quotes from Byron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I might put wings on my back" (full of brilliant ideas)&lt;br /&gt;"abcefdhj elamo p.... s...." (getting there with the alphabet song)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt;, Mummy!" (after playing outside in whatever water he could find)&lt;br /&gt;"Monsters! Don't bite me! Here... [feeds pancake] you go!" (talking to the pictures on his jumper)&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have wings. I can't fly." (patiently explaining to Jasmine)&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so" (answer to Daddy's "We're going to wash your hair")&lt;br /&gt;"Here, Mummy, have my screwdriver" (the answer to my "Daddy has locked it with a key")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsVRPk1sI/AAAAAAAAA5k/S3kC0isRlrM/s1600-h/2009+June+30+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356799025698100930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsVRPk1sI/AAAAAAAAA5k/S3kC0isRlrM/s320/2009+June+30+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gardens/playground near our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsVAdTwqI/AAAAAAAAA5c/-JM83H3OCmI/s1600-h/2009+June+30+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356799021192299170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsVAdTwqI/AAAAAAAAA5c/-JM83H3OCmI/s320/2009+June+30+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loves his sunglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsUzFKpDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/6KR5HRRwKaM/s1600-h/2009+June+30+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356799017601377330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsUzFKpDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/6KR5HRRwKaM/s320/2009+June+30+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooking a concoction on the swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsUic5PxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Dk8cf0E4Hzg/s1600-h/2009+June+30+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356799013137497874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsUic5PxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Dk8cf0E4Hzg/s320/2009+June+30+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preferred to climb up this way than the ladder on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsURUNouI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ZeuuAQSeFSM/s1600-h/2009+June+30+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356799008537682658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsURUNouI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ZeuuAQSeFSM/s320/2009+June+30+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's finally here! I told him Zara was coming over. Unfortunately she got held up a few minutes, so Byron sat here about 10 minutes, waiting, and saying "&lt;em&gt;Come&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt;, Zara!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-929773039087239332?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/929773039087239332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=929773039087239332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/929773039087239332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/929773039087239332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-2009.html' title='June, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SlcsVRPk1sI/AAAAAAAAA5k/S3kC0isRlrM/s72-c/2009+June+30+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3530803221678937435</id><published>2009-06-05T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T04:23:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May, 2009</title><content type='html'>Byron learned a great new skill in May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6zRLi6II/AAAAAAAAA1c/ICzW-oCLa9M/s1600-h/2009+May+28+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796716567193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6zRLi6II/AAAAAAAAA1c/ICzW-oCLa9M/s320/2009+May+28+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we took off the side. He has half a bed! He hasn't rolled off yet, but there is another long pillow on the floor in case he does Ü He still sleeps all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6zY6UcpI/AAAAAAAAA1U/RxPu1M-dV7g/s1600-h/2009+June+3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796718642426514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6zY6UcpI/AAAAAAAAA1U/RxPu1M-dV7g/s320/2009+June+3+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are also new childproof doorhandles (great idea, Kelly) after the night where we had to put him back in bed about 10 times between 3 and 4am. Now he has to knock on his door to get out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an early present from Grandma and Grandpa. He loves the whiteboard side the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6y6zNPqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Bqbb6g0LVys/s1600-h/2009+May+16+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796710559530658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6y6zNPqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Bqbb6g0LVys/s320/2009+May+16+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This month, on the 17th, he turned TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6y2fpciI/AAAAAAAAA1E/NAcHgNSA6ns/s1600-h/2009+May+17+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796709403750946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6y2fpciI/AAAAAAAAA1E/NAcHgNSA6ns/s320/2009+May+17+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some little Byron Comments for May:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want a drink, Mummy... of coffee!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want to see Daddy in the shed making things." [getting on well with long sentences]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puts a bendy ruler in his mouth and snaps like a croc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[to Jasmine] "Got to be careful when you use oven. Bit hot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[to me] "Stop being silly!" [presses 'button' on my shoulder] "Stop!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jasmine" [no more cute "Jazzem". sob.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look, Mummy! Green frog! Da-glumph went little green frog one day" [playschool song]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oooo! Look; all fluffy!" [checking out Daddy's underarms]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[told to apologize to Jas]: "Sorry, Jazzem, Sorry, Jazzem... (cuddle)... Nice cuddle. Thanks for nice cuddle, Jas-men. Don't cry. I won't hurt you any more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[sees Suzanne walking over] "There's my neighbor, Mummy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[encouraging] "Oh, that's good digging, Jasmine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[inquiring] "How was school, Daddy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[generous] "Want some icecream, Jasmine?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I might go to the bakery. I love the bakery!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One monkey jumping on the bed; one fell off and bumped his head. Mummy called the doctor, the doctor said: [growly voice] 'No more monkeys jumping on the bed!'" Playschool song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[crying] "You have to change my nappy! It's all pooey!" [&lt;em&gt;Anything&lt;/em&gt; to escape time out!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bless to us in Jesus' name, amen" [unprompted grace]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[to Jasmine] "Don't you break my chainsaw; you'll get bzzzzzed, you will!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Encouraged to answer "My name is Byron" when asked his name] "My name's 'ME', Mummy. I'm Me!" [technically June 1, but too cute to wait:] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796706494983618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6yrqJLcI/AAAAAAAAA08/NIQJdStzrZs/s320/2009+May+16+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this one. No complaining, future-Byron, because it was almost the one where you were sitting on the pot staring at the Nappy-box TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3530803221678937435?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3530803221678937435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3530803221678937435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3530803221678937435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3530803221678937435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-2009.html' title='May, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sij6zRLi6II/AAAAAAAAA1c/ICzW-oCLa9M/s72-c/2009+May+28+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-62794495566165769</id><published>2009-05-07T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:47:37.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXwGPyGHI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Ep3j1YfEwHw/s1600-h/2009+Apr+3+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333062130070591602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXwGPyGHI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Ep3j1YfEwHw/s320/2009+Apr+3+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXv62T7tI/AAAAAAAAAyM/F4WzW_-fESU/s1600-h/2009+Apr+10+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333062127010967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXv62T7tI/AAAAAAAAAyM/F4WzW_-fESU/s320/2009+Apr+10+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXvqS3-zI/AAAAAAAAAyE/SP8jiuREImc/s1600-h/2009+Apr+10+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333062122567367474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXvqS3-zI/AAAAAAAAAyE/SP8jiuREImc/s320/2009+Apr+10+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXvX73oSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/txqlIqZtoHI/s1600-h/2009+Apr+16+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333062117639037218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXvX73oSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/txqlIqZtoHI/s320/2009+Apr+16+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXvbOxORI/AAAAAAAAAx0/qyxw9YELt3E/s1600-h/2009+Apr+18+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333062118523615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXvbOxORI/AAAAAAAAAx0/qyxw9YELt3E/s320/2009+Apr+18+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-62794495566165769?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/62794495566165769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=62794495566165769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/62794495566165769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/62794495566165769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-2009.html' title='April 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SgLXwGPyGHI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Ep3j1YfEwHw/s72-c/2009+Apr+3+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4544620531572172900</id><published>2009-04-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:18:47.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sdtre_5dijI/AAAAAAAAAu8/odCc6U2l_go/s1600-h/2009+Mar+24+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965564961065522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sdtre_5dijI/AAAAAAAAAu8/odCc6U2l_go/s320/2009+Mar+24+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SdtreoBoLtI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BJhwISoBhKk/s1600-h/2009+Mar+12+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965558552866514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SdtreoBoLtI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BJhwISoBhKk/s320/2009+Mar+12+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SdtreR5fKKI/AAAAAAAAAus/HueAfEJQmU4/s1600-h/2009+Mar+19+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965552613140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SdtreR5fKKI/AAAAAAAAAus/HueAfEJQmU4/s320/2009+Mar+19+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can say a lot of words, and I've been keeping track of some of the entertaining comments he's come out with in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Xylophone... watering can... look, Jazzem: Umbrella..." (reading the Wiggles ABC book to Jasmine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love you, teddy. Love you, teddy. Mwah [kiss]"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Number 1: first in line" (Wiggles song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello down there! Hello, girl!" (to Jasmine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not yet, not yet, no no no" (reading "The Bike Lesson" to Jasmine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe after Playschool watch Sportacus again?" (addicted to "Lazy Town")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Zara! Zara! Come here!!" (wandering around the house trying to transport his friend over to visit with the power of his mind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hurry up, Mummy. I'm ready Now." (wanting some milk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NOT!" (his very quick response to Daddy's dinner time question: "Is it going to go in Byron's mouth, or not?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Somebody's playing music!" (listening to the magpies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Beep, mmmmmmmmm, beep, beep" (pretending to cook in his pretend microwave.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Music! Mmmmmmmmm" (pointing at the freezer Ü)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's cordial, Mummy" (when asked if he'd like some 'juice'.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't cut me, just get away" (talking to the scissors as he was using them to cut some wool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It was a very nice tea, Mummy. Thankyou, Mummy." (unprompted! He's having a polite phase, I think.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We go a liberry today?" (Daily question. Loves the library because there are climbing cushions)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe. I'll have to keep writing them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4544620531572172900?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4544620531572172900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4544620531572172900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4544620531572172900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4544620531572172900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-2009.html' title='March, 2009'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/Sdtre_5dijI/AAAAAAAAAu8/odCc6U2l_go/s72-c/2009+Mar+24+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3052906846859300709</id><published>2009-03-08T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:40:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM4QAnjbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bb3LV6X09g4/s1600-h/2009+Feb+27+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311024758574779826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM4QAnjbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bb3LV6X09g4/s320/2009+Feb+27+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing a bit of drawing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM4HL5KLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/yvDZrnsH-k0/s1600-h/2009+Feb+11+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311024756206151858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM4HL5KLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/yvDZrnsH-k0/s320/2009+Feb+11+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing a bit of "cooking" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM3gnB4KI/AAAAAAAAAp0/djZz1V1Owo4/s1600-h/2009+Feb+27+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311024745850986658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM3gnB4KI/AAAAAAAAAp0/djZz1V1Owo4/s320/2009+Feb+27+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Testing his 13 teeth on an apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM3nYcmpI/AAAAAAAAAps/avrAY3jtrxY/s1600-h/2009+Feb+18+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311024747668871826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM3nYcmpI/AAAAAAAAAps/avrAY3jtrxY/s320/2009+Feb+18+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing high enough to reach his books on the 4th shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM3QdI9WI/AAAAAAAAApk/P_v5mkMCh44/s1600-h/2009+Feb+27+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311024741514540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM3QdI9WI/AAAAAAAAApk/P_v5mkMCh44/s320/2009+Feb+27+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good old Library books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3052906846859300709?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3052906846859300709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3052906846859300709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3052906846859300709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3052906846859300709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/03/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SbSM4QAnjbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bb3LV6X09g4/s72-c/2009+Feb+27+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-8192784429088135234</id><published>2009-02-17T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:55:49.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4r9uYzI/AAAAAAAAAns/wo8vM8DQuAs/s1600-h/2009+Jan+6+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761392265749298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4r9uYzI/AAAAAAAAAns/wo8vM8DQuAs/s320/2009+Jan+6+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Testing out the buggy frame (he climbed in, of course. Then we talked about snakes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4XgzHeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kaf250ldeKs/s1600-h/2009+Jan+22+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761386775715298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4XgzHeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kaf250ldeKs/s320/2009+Jan+22+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why we keep a long pillow around the top of his cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4VmRyCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UGx_u3xXk5w/s1600-h/2009+Jan+26+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761386261825570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4VmRyCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UGx_u3xXk5w/s320/2009+Jan+26+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4Dv5pdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4emeRnM4r8I/s1600-h/2009+Jan+26+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761381470348754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4Dv5pdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4emeRnM4r8I/s320/2009+Jan+26+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chasing some sheep with a bottle of rice. The idea was to shake it and they would come to get oats. Now they come for oats if they SEE us. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-3zK_QpI/AAAAAAAAAnM/w60y_-GX3u4/s1600-h/2009+Jan+12+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303761377020560018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-3zK_QpI/AAAAAAAAAnM/w60y_-GX3u4/s320/2009+Jan+12+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-8192784429088135234?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8192784429088135234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=8192784429088135234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8192784429088135234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8192784429088135234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-09.html' title='January 09'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SZq-4r9uYzI/AAAAAAAAAns/wo8vM8DQuAs/s72-c/2009+Jan+6+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-2301593467929397037</id><published>2009-01-21T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:08:23.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December. The end of 2008!</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is a bit late, but ...December! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfecA98PnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/b25Msn0iqBU/s1600-h/2008+Dec+7+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293944459874811506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfecA98PnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/b25Msn0iqBU/s320/2008+Dec+7+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what he's doing here? hehe. (Hint: he has a baby sister.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfebrKhVhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/a69QRLcTbH8/s1600-h/2008+Dec+7+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293944454021994002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfebrKhVhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/a69QRLcTbH8/s320/2008+Dec+7+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He likes to walk on the treadmill, and he can turn it on and press the buttons. (There is a safety key, which we hide, for obvious reasons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfebXR3tqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fTzBXmadyWY/s1600-h/2008+Dec+25+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293944448684111522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfebXR3tqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fTzBXmadyWY/s320/2008+Dec+25+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those little chairs come in handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948604411176738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfiNQkaZyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/EWR1LLZm66Q/s320/2008+Dec+25+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A trike for Christmas (though he actually spends more time fixing it with plastic tools than riding it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948601056374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfiNEEkLPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/w4wRBirh3Mc/s320/2008+Dec+25+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Funny how, of all the Christmas presents, the $2 plastic toy from the supermarket is the favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948608409656354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfiNfduXCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/BVmc27oIO7g/s320/2008+Dec+25+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The sandpit is great, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-2301593467929397037?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2301593467929397037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=2301593467929397037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2301593467929397037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2301593467929397037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-end-of-2008.html' title='December. The end of 2008!'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SXfecA98PnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/b25Msn0iqBU/s72-c/2008+Dec+7+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4616477377576854804</id><published>2008-12-03T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:05:02.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Dec 3, we found a half-cut molar! Silly mummy thought that teeth came in order, and a new tooth would be next to one he already has. Alas, no. But it explains the odd behavior the last 3 days... dribbling, grizzling in the night, not wanting to have his bottle, asking for bikkies and then spitting them out, grizzling and naughtiness from dawn to dusk... oh yeah, and extra early mornings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is on the top left, and I think 2 teeth will fit between it and the four front ones he has. Plus, there are lumps where new molars are bound to pop out soon. Sigh. Poor little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770227894796034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNEe5APwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/waAEQT2KVus/s320/2008+November+17+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wearing Daddy's hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNFP77TNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ueyvxDwYscs/s1600-h/2008+November+24+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770241060392146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNFP77TNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ueyvxDwYscs/s320/2008+November+24+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Knitting again... now trying the "with yarn" version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNE_giUEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z9ty85vfCNI/s1600-h/2008+November+24+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770236650541122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNE_giUEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/z9ty85vfCNI/s320/2008+November+24+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too clever for his own good. Now he gets growled at more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNEpwH0pI/AAAAAAAAAck/DcYlhE-O9GI/s1600-h/2008+November+17+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770230810333842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNEpwH0pI/AAAAAAAAAck/DcYlhE-O9GI/s320/2008+November+17+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Self portrait. I didn't even realize he could reach the camera, let alone turn it on and snap his foot, until I saw the flash Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770240176387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNFMpKdBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YqRVN_PV_IU/s320/2008+November+24+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next he puts his foot up onto the top, but decides it might be a bit risky... maybe when he's &lt;em&gt;nineteen&lt;/em&gt; months old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4616477377576854804?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4616477377576854804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4616477377576854804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4616477377576854804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4616477377576854804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/12/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/STdNEe5APwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/waAEQT2KVus/s72-c/2008+November+17+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-2598254866440346287</id><published>2008-11-02T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:17:51.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Adventures of Byron, monkey extraordinaire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2ysfOta4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/lFysER41Ukw/s1600-h/2008+Oct+25+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060016833162114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2ysfOta4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/lFysER41Ukw/s320/2008+Oct+25+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swinging from the treadmill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062355840396402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ200otfbHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ueQ1MBP2N8M/s320/2008+November+1+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative altitude adjustment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2ysNn5koI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2uCqVf9gYRE/s1600-h/2008+Oct+25+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060012106977922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2ysNn5koI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2uCqVf9gYRE/s320/2008+Oct+25+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evel Knievel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062347964930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ200LX1W5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/PSAvgDihKxc/s320/2008+Oct+25+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practicing running from danger (and saying "fast fast fast!")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2yr5wWuCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yBLLsoTWIYs/s1600-h/2008+Oct+6+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060006773733410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2yr5wWuCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yBLLsoTWIYs/s320/2008+Oct+6+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top of the ladder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062350531845074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ200U71W9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/0tgLrgNy3gw/s320/2008+November+1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFO Spotting... Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2yrgPZYKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/n-Le7TSOfPU/s1600-h/2008+Oct+6+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264059999924609186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2yrgPZYKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/n-Le7TSOfPU/s320/2008+Oct+6+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Traversing the Wilds behind the shed (note tribal-style handprint in ash on face)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060009520404770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2ysD_NmSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tHrNlarvz5U/s320/2008+Oct+25+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Brushing up his Jungle Telegram skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062357246854754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ200t80RmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Bt-1cuf3KGI/s320/2008+November+1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In disguise (lion) with lion repellent (water)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062343592973234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ20z7Fek7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/pkgnq7JGjBo/s320/2008+Oct+25+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Top-of-the-range Adventure Equipment (hat and Wiggles thongs)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word list: Got up to 300 and then mummy stopped counting. Talks all day.&lt;br /&gt;Puts a few words together, like "Naughty. Tip. Water. Floor." Nods his head to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;Chats to Jasmine. Calls her "little girl" and says "what doin? TV?".&lt;br /&gt;Takes her toys when possible.&lt;br /&gt;Goes to bed with no fuss, now. Parents will enjoy while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't eat much. Runs around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-2598254866440346287?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2598254866440346287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=2598254866440346287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2598254866440346287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2598254866440346287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-pics.html' title='October pics'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SQ2ysfOta4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/lFysER41Ukw/s72-c/2008+Oct+25+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7895973489396514920</id><published>2008-09-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:20:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>This month has seen a big jump in Byron's vocabulary. So I spent a week writing down all the words I heard him say. By the end of the week I had about 100 words, and he was adding new ones every day, just copying what he heard. He seems to understand most of the words he's saying (saying "stab" while poking Nathan with a pen, for instance) and he's starting to learn that he can ask for things and communicate a bit. Lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list I'd written: (and how he pronounces them, if not properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella [Uncle Matt's dog. Very popular for a while]&lt;br /&gt;Blanket (Blan)&lt;br /&gt;Bath (Bahf)&lt;br /&gt;bus&lt;br /&gt;bird (buh)&lt;br /&gt;bear&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;arm&lt;br /&gt;brush (bahsh)&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;guitar (tar)&lt;br /&gt;amen (ah meh)&lt;br /&gt;eye&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;fly&lt;br /&gt;chop&lt;br /&gt;door&lt;br /&gt;draw (door)&lt;br /&gt;clock (kyock)&lt;br /&gt;boat&lt;br /&gt;book&lt;br /&gt;dance (dass)&lt;br /&gt;Byron (bine)&lt;br /&gt;jump (jup)&lt;br /&gt;Hi 5 (ha fah)&lt;br /&gt;puppy&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;nappy (nap)&lt;br /&gt;pants (pass)&lt;br /&gt;outside (ow sah)&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine (Jass em)&lt;br /&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;pinch (pish)&lt;br /&gt;knit&lt;br /&gt;pull&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;ice&lt;br /&gt;mop&lt;br /&gt;milo&lt;br /&gt;mess&lt;br /&gt;playschool (pay soo)&lt;br /&gt;pasta&lt;br /&gt;keys&lt;br /&gt;mix&lt;br /&gt;hot&lt;br /&gt;Henny (Henry [the Octopus from the Wiggles])&lt;br /&gt;Fifi [from a cartoon]&lt;br /&gt;pear&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;say&lt;br /&gt;step&lt;br /&gt;Zara&lt;br /&gt;sock&lt;br /&gt;wool&lt;br /&gt;sleep (seep)&lt;br /&gt;sweep (seep)&lt;br /&gt;star&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;round&lt;br /&gt;rain&lt;br /&gt;shut&lt;br /&gt;toes&lt;br /&gt;table&lt;br /&gt;toast&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;story (soary or stay)&lt;br /&gt;shower&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;turtle&lt;br /&gt;sultana (tana)&lt;br /&gt;stab&lt;br /&gt;stuck&lt;br /&gt;box&lt;br /&gt;bottle&lt;br /&gt;drip&lt;br /&gt;fruit&lt;br /&gt;dish&lt;br /&gt;icecream&lt;br /&gt;yogurt&lt;br /&gt;hammer&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;squirrel&lt;br /&gt;drum&lt;br /&gt;bang&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also tries to sing bits of Wiggles songs, like "quack quack", "nummy, nummy" (from "Fruit salad"), "Ho To" ("Hot potato"), "toot toot", with various actions. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXgUJl4mVI/AAAAAAAAANc/uhjP0j2dWeU/s1600-h/2008+Sep+5+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248347577547004242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXgUJl4mVI/AAAAAAAAANc/uhjP0j2dWeU/s320/2008+Sep+5+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is very quick at climbing on the kitchen chairs, now, since he realized that he can reach a lot of new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXgUW1iXvI/AAAAAAAAANk/J6zM10jxCA4/s1600-h/2008+Sep+5+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248347581102317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXgUW1iXvI/AAAAAAAAANk/J6zM10jxCA4/s320/2008+Sep+5+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Asleep on the bouncy again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248349068978645010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXhq9m5aBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NvIJOpJ91pU/s320/2008+Sep+21+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Doing the actions for "Fruit Salad"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248349068447280722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXhq7oNblI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EDNHFlLOWGs/s320/2008+Sep+21+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Static little adventure cubby under the bouncy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248349061076070610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXhqgKxsNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EifFxVkL1sc/s320/2008+Sep+21+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Reading "Henny". It's actually a very glittery book called "Dolphin finds a star", but all he cares about is that little purple octopus you can just make out on the last page. That's when we discovered he could say "Henny!". Then, to make sure we understood, he repeated it a hundred times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248349065183888098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXhqveKAuI/AAAAAAAAANs/XFvtZLMp4Pk/s320/2008+Sep+21+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Caught eating sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7895973489396514920?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7895973489396514920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7895973489396514920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7895973489396514920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7895973489396514920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXgUJl4mVI/AAAAAAAAANc/uhjP0j2dWeU/s72-c/2008+Sep+5+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-5155157920860128528</id><published>2008-09-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:19:43.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTeovflMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/f4nv4VXQ4Qc/s1600-h/2008+Aug+24+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248333464056337602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTeovflMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/f4nv4VXQ4Qc/s320/2008+Aug+24+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In his little denims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTe3s94CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yYw_LPBF1TI/s1600-h/2008+Aug+24+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248333468072271906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTe3s94CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yYw_LPBF1TI/s320/2008+Aug+24+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dance, Teddy, dance." Teddy, with wool tied to his ears and baby shoes on his feet, gets taught to "dass dass dass".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTfN5gFWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/U2HGXuctE1A/s1600-h/2008+Aug+24+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248333474030425442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTfN5gFWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/U2HGXuctE1A/s320/2008+Aug+24+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quite pleased with himself and his chair-climbing ability. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTfCKZ2SI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VE9iDtpPbNc/s1600-h/2008+Aug+24+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248333470880094498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTfCKZ2SI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VE9iDtpPbNc/s320/2008+Aug+24+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Asleep on the floor again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTfWcLkcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vxrjXMBwLwQ/s1600-h/2008+Aug+24+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248333476323365314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTfWcLkcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vxrjXMBwLwQ/s320/2008+Aug+24+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New little utensils. He got the hang of the fork very quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248338083191070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXXrgXCH8I/AAAAAAAAANE/SEamtbNqf84/s320/2008+Aug+24+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Having a go at "The Chronicles of Narnia".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248338089531912466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXXr3-zsRI/AAAAAAAAANU/lH6FUTxaEAY/s320/2008+Aug+24+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wearing his new mittens on his feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248338089330797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXXr3O27AI/AAAAAAAAANM/2eAPDv9hU-Y/s320/2008+Aug+24+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Having his lemon butter sandwich at his kid-sized table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-5155157920860128528?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5155157920860128528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=5155157920860128528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5155157920860128528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5155157920860128528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-august.html' title='From August'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SNXTeovflMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/f4nv4VXQ4Qc/s72-c/2008+Aug+24+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-2930511681950304263</id><published>2008-07-25T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:06:16.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227192526871911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq36IjG3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bLE63IPK0hU/s320/2008+July+11+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a scary pirate! Don't mess with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6OjMu9GI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SjJDzzUHNDM/s1600-h/2008+July+26+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195076646466658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6OjMu9GI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SjJDzzUHNDM/s320/2008+July+26+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He spent about 5 minutes trying to knock down the phone before he gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6Ol7d1II/AAAAAAAAAKM/CGz7dKaQWsM/s1600-h/2008+July+26+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195077379347586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6Ol7d1II/AAAAAAAAAKM/CGz7dKaQWsM/s320/2008+July+26+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love "AH DIN!" He also loves carrying frozen stuff from the freezer (in the laundry) up to the kitchen for Mummy, because he cries when we take it off him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6O8kpOlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4iQHiB8QRKU/s1600-h/2008+July+26+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195083457641042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6O8kpOlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4iQHiB8QRKU/s320/2008+July+26+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dare you to put it on the FOURTH shelf, because I'll get it there, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6PA_NyhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EQl3FtDhj2I/s1600-h/2008+July+26+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195084642830866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6PA_NyhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EQl3FtDhj2I/s320/2008+July+26+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron's response to the question "Do you want to go outside?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6PPfMtXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s5lRBLfiBBo/s1600-h/2008+July+26+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195088535074162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq6PPfMtXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s5lRBLfiBBo/s320/2008+July+26+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside! He's practicing walking with his sneakers on the rough paddock ground.  It's not easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq35YWOqtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zo5GvM4z-bg/s1600-h/2008+July+11+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227192513932995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq35YWOqtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zo5GvM4z-bg/s320/2008+July+11+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where he got stuck while trying to get the mop or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq35lb6JGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i1-KOhuwhD4/s1600-h/2008+July+11+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227192517446476898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq35lb6JGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/i1-KOhuwhD4/s320/2008+July+11+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er... a little help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq35w0tgrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dLI1tLCoD_o/s1600-h/2008+July+11+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227192520503296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq35w0tgrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dLI1tLCoD_o/s320/2008+July+11+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pikelets (with lemon and sugar, of course) for breaky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq36Cfh9rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T_fFZBwXFXk/s1600-h/2008+July+11+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227192525246297778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq36Cfh9rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T_fFZBwXFXk/s320/2008+July+11+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How mummy found them when she came home from grocery shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-2930511681950304263?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2930511681950304263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=2930511681950304263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2930511681950304263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2930511681950304263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq36IjG3PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bLE63IPK0hU/s72-c/2008+July+11+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-6993872681904646534</id><published>2008-07-25T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:28:25.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm posting this at the end of July, but Byron's new little sister has thrown a spanner into the amount of time available for playing on the internet. So here are a few pictures from June...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0fgQiSCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YRzvnRt3uFM/s1600-h/2008+June+21+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227188770845116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0fgQiSCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YRzvnRt3uFM/s320/2008+June+21+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bath, just before getting his first haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0f9L8cUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6pThgWTH7_4/s1600-h/2008+June+21+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227188778610487618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0f9L8cUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6pThgWTH7_4/s320/2008+June+21+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His little "chair" for watching TV, bouncing to songs and 'veging'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0gNUdkeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_Y6ohUJjnHM/s1600-h/2008+June+21+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227188782941180386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0gNUdkeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_Y6ohUJjnHM/s320/2008+June+21+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One grumpy day, when he wouldn't do anything, he managed to snag this tomato out of the fridge and chomped it into smithereens for about 15 minutes. Had to have a bath afterwards, but, oh, well... he was happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0gY-R_jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2rt4FeoL6DU/s1600-h/2008+June+21+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227188786069372466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0gY-R_jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2rt4FeoL6DU/s320/2008+June+21+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron's first "campfire", burning some scrap wood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0gZnk6II/AAAAAAAAAJU/sIN70miEHYg/s1600-h/2008+June+21+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227188786242578562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0gZnk6II/AAAAAAAAAJU/sIN70miEHYg/s320/2008+June+21+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron was given an unopened iceypole, as he seemed to love chewing something cold. A few minutes later, we realized he'd opened it with his teeth... and half frozen his little cheeks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-6993872681904646534?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6993872681904646534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=6993872681904646534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/6993872681904646534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/6993872681904646534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/07/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SIq0fgQiSCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YRzvnRt3uFM/s72-c/2008+June+21+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-8600721444597578934</id><published>2008-05-17T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:59:19.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Byron's Birthday - May 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Happy birthday, little boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vXa2uumI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X5xaO0g9QB8/s1600-h/2008+May+18+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568911516940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vXa2uumI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X5xaO0g9QB8/s320/2008+May+18+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening the first present, a bear night light. We also gave him a board book, some clothes, and Mummy knitted him a hooded vest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vXq2uunI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6ddQfaIrWpY/s1600-h/2008+May+18+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568915811908210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vXq2uunI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6ddQfaIrWpY/s320/2008+May+18+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent most of the morning playing with all the balloons that turned up in his playpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vX62uuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GriTFXUx10c/s1600-h/2008+May+18+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568920106875522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vX62uuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GriTFXUx10c/s320/2008+May+18+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it occurs to him that, even though he's sick of ripping paper, when he does... everyone cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vYK2uupI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6MM4MyVsBog/s1600-h/2008+May+18+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568924401842834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vYK2uupI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6MM4MyVsBog/s320/2008+May+18+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of two icecream cakes (there were lots of people). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.about.com/baking/Ice-Cream-Cake.htm"&gt;http://video.about.com/baking/Ice-Cream-Cake.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used "Cookies and Cream" icecream, put a bit of Ice Magic in the middle, and colored choc chips on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vYK2uuqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jh7R7B9hDOM/s1600-h/2008+May+18+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568924401842850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vYK2uuqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jh7R7B9hDOM/s320/2008+May+18+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New clothes and new cars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201570071158110898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-wa62uurI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tJxRsRBPvzo/s320/2008+May+18+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Checking out the sleeping bag "accessories"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201570071158110914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-wa62uusI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pzwRry_HKlE/s320/2008+May+18+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had to go outside today (May 18), to help his parents and Uncle Jason put up the garden shed. He supervised from the pram, while looking cute in his new coat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201570075453078226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-wbK2uutI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OwbBk9uWhOs/s320/2008+May+18+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Definitely a favorite. We had to take it away before he'd so much as look towards another present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things Byron tries to say: Dog "Duh", bath "BAAA!!", bird "buh", shut "shuh", shoes "shzz", cheese "chshhh", toes "tuh", mum, daddy "daDA", Ra Ra (dog noise), grrr and brrrm, [what are you] doin' "doogan", socks "sop". He can walk 3 or 4 steps, but can rarely be bothered. He has two new top teeth. He can go anywhere with his walker, but still seems to prefer the box... or to get down and check out the wheels like a little mechanic. He will spontaneously kiss and hug... even his toys or a picture he likes. He has been seen licking the rug, presumably to see if the pattern tastes different. He waves at his reflection, and his shadow. He loves Hi 5, and bounces on his mesh bouncer (which is his "chair") to the music. His palms are ticklish. He likes to pull his socks off in separate places. His top three most exciting things are watching the dryer, having a "BAAA!!", and going outside with Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-8600721444597578934?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8600721444597578934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=8600721444597578934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8600721444597578934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8600721444597578934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/05/byrons-birthday-may-17.html' title='Byron&apos;s Birthday - May 17'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SC-vXa2uumI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X5xaO0g9QB8/s72-c/2008+May+18+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4600246092647962130</id><published>2008-04-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:59:15.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 months old today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lots of little things about Byron: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can stand and balance (without holding on) for about 20 seconds, and will do so to show off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes his new “cage” so far (it's a play pen, really to keep the new baby safe from him!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has You Tube favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most days he only has one midday nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He still has a bottle in the middle of the night (about 2 or 3am).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes most food... if he can feed himself. Favorites are cheese, sultanas and biscuits. (He will let you feed him if it's icecream or apple porridge or something similar). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes playing with his cardboard books, but his favorite is “The B book” read by Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's now got a big boy car seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves Playschool but gets bored with “the story”. He dances to songs a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has 3 bottom teeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can open drawers... and bins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can drink with a straw, and loves strawberry thickshakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes watching birds but his favorite thing to watch is the dryer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves wool (but only the stuff his mum is knitting with) and he tries to sweep with the broom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to bash the computer keyboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can climb down off the couch or treadmill... but seems to prefer climbing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hasn't worked out how to climb up the bookshelf... yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can twist his tongue sideways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He growls (sometimes while he's giggling, which is funny) and he chats to himself all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves pulling books off the bookshelf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes to squat down and spring up (especially if you act like you got a fright)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes buttons, especially ones like the printer button which make noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can walk with his walker and turn right, but not left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite word to say is currently Doogan (I think it might come from how often he hears the phrase "What are you doin'?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190005226200544354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaQWIatGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vvvznFcZEUE/s320/2008+Mar+30+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waking up all sweaty on a warm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaQGIatFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/859QpbDLSa0/s1600-h/2008+Mar+30+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190005221905577042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaQGIatFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/859QpbDLSa0/s320/2008+Mar+30+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping mummy make biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaRWIatHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B6bi99wRRDU/s1600-h/2008+Mar+30+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190005243380413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaRWIatHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/B6bi99wRRDU/s320/2008+Mar+30+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing up on a box to reach the mouse. (Actually it's a cordless mouse which I put there to distract him from the connected one. As long as I say, "Hey, stop clicking that!" every now and then, he's perfectly content in the knowledge that he's annoying me.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaR2IatII/AAAAAAAAAFI/ODFdUmRbR9I/s1600-h/2008+Mar+30+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190005251970348162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaR2IatII/AAAAAAAAAFI/ODFdUmRbR9I/s320/2008+Mar+30+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Sovereign Hill. He wasn't sure about the big horses, but he liked seeing his Daddy and the steam works. He also saw the Gold Pour, tried a bun from the bakery, got rained on, ate some Sovereign Hill gravel, watched the gold panners, and generally took everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaSWIatJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y6jPkreb5U0/s1600-h/2008+Mar+30+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190005260560282770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaSWIatJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y6jPkreb5U0/s320/2008+Mar+30+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out the battery from up on the walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190006815338443938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAabs2IatKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OUjsL75-i1o/s320/2008+Mar+30+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watching the wheels at the Beam Pump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190006819633411250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAabtGIatLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DmW_v9Wybdo/s320/2008+Mar+30+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Long lost Auntie Kelly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190006832518313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAabt2IatMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LSIe0F2XYqg/s320/2008+Mar+30+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;er... Knitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190006832518313170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAabt2IatNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8dpOC0kP1uc/s320/2008+Mar+30+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam the dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190006841108247778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAabuWIatOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v5BYe-jVmHo/s320/2008+Mar+30b+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got him a walker, and he can now turn it when he runs into something (right only), but I think he's spent more time getting in and out of the box Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190444932067407090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAgqKmIatPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/COvv42jzmvo/s320/2008+April+16+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More boxes!  (This is the one for his new car seat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4600246092647962130?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4600246092647962130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4600246092647962130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4600246092647962130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4600246092647962130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-17.html' title='April 17'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SAaaQWIatGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vvvznFcZEUE/s72-c/2008+Mar+30+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-8834460901275988637</id><published>2008-03-17T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:01:28.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 months old today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178675166548412498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R95ZoE1BSFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S06-GLwPrEI/s320/2007+may+19+023BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R95Zok1BSGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5-wuRYEyuzo/s1600-h/2008+mar+4+024bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178675175138347106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R95Zok1BSGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5-wuRYEyuzo/s320/2008+mar+4+024bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our not-too-accurate scales say he's pretty much 10 kilos Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-8834460901275988637?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8834460901275988637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=8834460901275988637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8834460901275988637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8834460901275988637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-17.html' title='March 17'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R95ZoE1BSFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S06-GLwPrEI/s72-c/2007+may+19+023BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-5682471390476826421</id><published>2008-03-13T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:10:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfRbggejI/AAAAAAAAADg/nMzGD8_6E0c/s1600-h/i+can+reach+it!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177203630941436466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfRbggejI/AAAAAAAAADg/nMzGD8_6E0c/s320/i+can+reach+it!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In spite of having fallen off this old computer a dozen times, my fearless little Byron climbs up again to reach better books. Next he got down the brown one on the next shelf up. He has been pulling these ones ("Ellie Chronicles") down all week, so I put them up a shelf... thus the climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfR7ggekI/AAAAAAAAADo/VjiVpurXLZ0/s1600-h/2008+Mar+13+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177203639531371074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfR7ggekI/AAAAAAAAADo/VjiVpurXLZ0/s320/2008+Mar+13+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have to be careful about the B.A.T.H. word... his little face lights up when he hears it, like a dog with "walk". If we're not serious about a bath Right Now, well, it's just unkind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfSbggelI/AAAAAAAAADw/U05ZoG8_skg/s1600-h/2008+Mar+13+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177203648121305682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfSbggelI/AAAAAAAAADw/U05ZoG8_skg/s320/2008+Mar+13+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to get a picture of "the wave" which is the way his hair wants to go. It parts equally well on the right and left and the grain goes in to the centre to make an almost surfable wave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd1rggeeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YeSZljRuWw/s1600-h/2008+Mar+4+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177202054688438754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd1rggeeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YeSZljRuWw/s320/2008+Mar+4+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Favorite study activity (other than book-throwing) is to turn the printer on and off. Nathan moved the printer under the computer table, but he found it in 2 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd2LggefI/AAAAAAAAADA/PN9gDIYE_kk/s1600-h/2008+Mar+10+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177202063278373362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd2LggefI/AAAAAAAAADA/PN9gDIYE_kk/s320/2008+Mar+10+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Helping" mummy make a knitted toy sheep. (Finished product is very popular. See pic on &lt;a href="http://knitterings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://knitterings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd2rggegI/AAAAAAAAADI/gJsolm-0ZWY/s1600-h/2008+Mar+10+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177202071868307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd2rggegI/AAAAAAAAADI/gJsolm-0ZWY/s320/2008+Mar+10+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready to be wrapped. We have to be careful what we leave near the edges of tabletops these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd27ggehI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aOwq3sVupPc/s1600-h/2008+Mar+10+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177202076163275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd27ggehI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aOwq3sVupPc/s320/2008+Mar+10+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, with the warm weather, he has been refusing to have a daytime sleep. Then he conks out on the floor! He actually fell asleep on my knee, and the stove timer went off, so I dumped him here and he went back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd4LggeiI/AAAAAAAAADY/vyhtwzebFfE/s1600-h/2008+Mar+13+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177202097638111778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kd4LggeiI/AAAAAAAAADY/vyhtwzebFfE/s320/2008+Mar+13+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was resting his head on the floor (watching TV) and when I put the pillow in front of him he crawled on. Slept here for well over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kbkLggeaI/AAAAAAAAACY/B5JP307pbLY/s1600-h/2008+Mar+4+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177199555017472418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kbkLggeaI/AAAAAAAAACY/B5JP307pbLY/s320/2008+Mar+4+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron's treadmill. Well, actually it's his mum's, but she can't use it much. Either she wakes him up, or she risks him getting sucked under... because he can't stay away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kbkrggebI/AAAAAAAAACg/XV_JaDKwjLU/s1600-h/2008+Mar+13+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177199563607407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kbkrggebI/AAAAAAAAACg/XV_JaDKwjLU/s320/2008+Mar+13+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up on the tready mechanics. He leaned forwards a bit far one day and did a lovely little forward roll. Looked quite stunned at his daring, but he didn't cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kblLggecI/AAAAAAAAACo/JHL9XuomIFA/s1600-h/2008+Mar+13+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177199572197341634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kblLggecI/AAAAAAAAACo/JHL9XuomIFA/s320/2008+Mar+13+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to get higher. Potential mountain-hiking nut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kblbggedI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hqz3KvieDYk/s1600-h/2008+Mar+13+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177199576492308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kblbggedI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hqz3KvieDYk/s320/2008+Mar+13+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favorite thing to chew. Note the baggy eyes... his mummy has them, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-5682471390476826421?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5682471390476826421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=5682471390476826421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5682471390476826421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5682471390476826421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-13.html' title='March 13'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R9kfRbggejI/AAAAAAAAADg/nMzGD8_6E0c/s72-c/i+can+reach+it!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4885315423468376110</id><published>2008-02-18T03:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:31:39.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm stuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the monkey is 9 months old, now, and crawling all over the house. Here are a few places we have found him lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqKhV_WVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tI_nZnb1WL4/s1600-h/2008+Feb+19+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168278776366192978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqKhV_WVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tI_nZnb1WL4/s320/2008+Feb+19+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; between the old armchairs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqLRV_WWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9UObulJ-b50/s1600-h/2008+Feb+19+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168278789251094882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqLRV_WWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9UObulJ-b50/s320/2008+Feb+19+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;half-way to the DVD's...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqLhV_WXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KmIbeT6Wbts/s1600-h/2008+Feb+19+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168278793546062194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqLhV_WXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KmIbeT6Wbts/s320/2008+Feb+19+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; under the kitchen chairs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqMBV_WYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ahKF_CUQ8tg/s1600-h/2008+Feb+19+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168278802135996802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqMBV_WYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ahKF_CUQ8tg/s320/2008+Feb+19+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; under the coffee table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqMRV_WZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yqXk_nQbV7g/s1600-h/2008+Feb+19+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168278806430964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqMRV_WZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yqXk_nQbV7g/s320/2008+Feb+19+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; under our bed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168506100395235762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o46hV_WbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BrI1xsZ6ZRY/s320/2008+Feb+19+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and under his high chair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168506104690203074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o46xV_WcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PcOT_fgV64E/s320/2008+Feb+19+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here he is, very proud of himself for getting the doorstop off again AFTER Daddy superglued it on. He was crying a minute later, though, because he couldn't get the white part off (which is screwed onto the wall).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168506117575104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o47hV_WeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/h8XDFb5Slus/s320/2008+Feb+19+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YAY!! Mummy found my favorite ad on You Tube! He would crawl straight to the telly to jig along with the "So you think you can dance" ads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168506113280137682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o47RV_WdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BMANTouQFOw/s320/2008+Feb+19+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time for some fatter books than "Dr Seuss", I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168506126165039602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o48BV_WfI/AAAAAAAAANE/lBZedAMmsj0/s320/2008+Feb+19+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oooo... it's moving! My new swing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got this for Christmas, but we only got a frame to hang it on yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168507775432481282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o6cBV_WgI/AAAAAAAAANM/OdIBna6Y3qM/s320/2008+Feb+19+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Higher! Higher!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can sit on the garden bench and push him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168507788317383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o6cxV_WhI/AAAAAAAAANU/h4EkHH7-TQo/s320/2008+Feb+19+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After swinging for 20 minutes, he began to contemplate the physics of it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168507792612350498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7o6dBV_WiI/AAAAAAAAANc/U7eS1n0RfxU/s320/2008+Feb+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was today... after refusing his morning sleep, as he sometimes does, he flaked out in the middle of lunch. he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4885315423468376110?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4885315423468376110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4885315423468376110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4885315423468376110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4885315423468376110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-18.html' title='February 19'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R7lqKhV_WVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tI_nZnb1WL4/s72-c/2008+Feb+19+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3008881985277003798</id><published>2008-01-17T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:27:24.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Byron is having a wonderful time, now that he's figured out crawling. He doesn't flop onto his stomach much, and though he looks slightly awkward, he's quite quick. Turn your back for a second and... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was weighed on the 14th and was 8.81 kilos, which is right on average for 8 months. Of course, he wasn't 8 months until the 17th, and for his "birthday" he got two new sharp teeth, coming up from the bottom gum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's eating well (he had (minced) tuna casserole today) and is getting into trouble every 5 minutes for playing with power cords. I noticed he can twist his tongue sideways, but when I mentioned this to Nathan he said, "So what? Everyone can." Well, not me, so it must be a genetic thing he got from Nathan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other tricks he's been up to include dancing to music (especially shaking his head), waving and giving sloppy kisses. Tonight he is starting to sleep in the cot overnight, as he keeps wriggling to the top of the cradle and then getting cross when his head presses the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmH6PRibI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-1UDRlm7dAY/s1600-h/2008+Jan+17+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663490673478066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmH6PRibI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-1UDRlm7dAY/s320/2008+Jan+17+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm, Daddy is comfy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmIKPRicI/AAAAAAAAALY/0z3KniCxfU4/s1600-h/2008+Jan+17+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663494968445378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmIKPRicI/AAAAAAAAALY/0z3KniCxfU4/s320/2008+Jan+17+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Byron and Nathan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmIaPRidI/AAAAAAAAALg/vznGT5Ao8pU/s1600-h/2008+Jan+17+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663499263412690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmIaPRidI/AAAAAAAAALg/vznGT5Ao8pU/s320/2008+Jan+17+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Locked out of the kitchen!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmIqPRieI/AAAAAAAAALo/EgpYEWiX57o/s1600-h/2008+Jan+17+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663503558380002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmIqPRieI/AAAAAAAAALo/EgpYEWiX57o/s320/2008+Jan+17+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many more toys, now that I can crawl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmI6PRifI/AAAAAAAAALw/8EocITMnC08/s1600-h/2008+Jan+17+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663507853347314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmI6PRifI/AAAAAAAAALw/8EocITMnC08/s320/2008+Jan+17+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case anyone is thinking of having a baby out there... lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3008881985277003798?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3008881985277003798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3008881985277003798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3008881985277003798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3008881985277003798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-18-2008.html' title='Jan 18, 2008'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R5AmH6PRibI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-1UDRlm7dAY/s72-c/2008+Jan+17+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7130942985761333238</id><published>2008-01-08T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:52:37.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 9, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4Qfh6PRiWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ki2Pf_jmy-Q/s1600-h/2008+Jan+9+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153278541048154466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4Qfh6PRiWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ki2Pf_jmy-Q/s320/2008+Jan+9+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiKPRiXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nrirxWMnrNI/s1600-h/2008+Jan+9+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153278545343121778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiKPRiXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nrirxWMnrNI/s320/2008+Jan+9+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiKPRiYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ubQTh_ytKFc/s1600-h/2008+Jan+9+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153278545343121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiKPRiYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ubQTh_ytKFc/s320/2008+Jan+9+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New stuff from Auntie Kelly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiaPRiZI/AAAAAAAAALA/tmKGGIHctIM/s1600-h/2008+Jan+9+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153278549638089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiaPRiZI/AAAAAAAAALA/tmKGGIHctIM/s320/2008+Jan+9+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmmm! Raw zucchini!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiqPRiaI/AAAAAAAAALI/3l6mThnWCv8/s1600-h/2008+Jan+9+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153278553933056418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QfiqPRiaI/AAAAAAAAALI/3l6mThnWCv8/s320/2008+Jan+9+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The destructive phase begins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;He learned to say mumumum before Christmas, but by Christmas was onto Brrrrooom. Now it's all Dadadad. He can't sit still long. He starts off sitting, folds in his right leg and leans forward into a crawling position. If he's already lying down, he does a pushup and tucks his knees under. He can move his hands but can't quite get his knees coordinated. He can inch forward, though, or roll over and over to get somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His current goal in life is to reach the power cord and make his mummy growl at him, which is hilarious. He likes all his toys, but prefers grass, if possible. He likes most food, but his current favorite is raw zucchini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7130942985761333238?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7130942985761333238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7130942985761333238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7130942985761333238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7130942985761333238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-9-2008.html' title='Jan 9, 2008'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4Qfh6PRiWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ki2Pf_jmy-Q/s72-c/2008+Jan+9+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-8908455356633705940</id><published>2008-01-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:53:07.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaaPRiOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLZcj-4R9Nc/s1600-h/2007+Dec+26+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153269616106113250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaaPRiOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLZcj-4R9Nc/s320/2007+Dec+26+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seeing if he can fit into the dishes bucket (for camping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaqPRiPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/stsRQIvk-NI/s1600-h/2007+Dec+26+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153269620401080562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaqPRiPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/stsRQIvk-NI/s320/2007+Dec+26+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pushups. Could push up and slip backwards and get all over the room this way by Christmas, but he was frustrated, because he was trying to go forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaqPRiQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Ih_S03rRSA/s1600-h/2007+Dec+26+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153269620401080578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaqPRiQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Ih_S03rRSA/s320/2007+Dec+26+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presents from his Dad and Mum: blocks, rings and a little pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXa6PRiRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kPLPVCzLwiI/s1600-h/2007+Dec+26+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153269624696047890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXa6PRiRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kPLPVCzLwiI/s320/2007+Dec+26+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ready for Christmas lunch in his Rudolf tshirt. He tried all the meat and veges we had, stuffed into his little mesh bag feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXbKPRiSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WzfDn91318c/s1600-h/2007+Dec+30+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153269628991015202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXbKPRiSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WzfDn91318c/s320/2007+Dec+30+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to go camping, squished in beside the esky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153270938956040498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QYnaPRiTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sw_XQw5TFQU/s320/2007+Dec+30+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleeping in his camping bed: a fold up baby tent with a mozzie screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153270943251007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QYnqPRiUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGkJ6UqVWCY/s320/2007+Dec+30+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Relaxing by the pool in his new bathers. It was 35 degrees, so we went home the next day and missed out on the 39-40 degree days. Too hot for tenting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153270943251007826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QYnqPRiVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NqfJf5VpK9U/s320/2007+Dec+30+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swimming in the pool at home. Another hot day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-8908455356633705940?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8908455356633705940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=8908455356633705940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8908455356633705940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8908455356633705940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2008/01/dec-30.html' title='Dec 30'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R4QXaaPRiOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLZcj-4R9Nc/s72-c/2007+Dec+26+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1804360319277211590</id><published>2007-12-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:46:10.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't put the pictures from the camera onto the computer for a while, so when I did there were 130! While I was searching through them, I was singing "Alouette" and Byron was giggling madly, like he speaks French and understood the words. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CNC-U8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Op0LhPNcs9s/s1600-h/2007+Dec+12+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144437922853704642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CNC-U8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Op0LhPNcs9s/s320/2007+Dec+12+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wriggled his way over until finally he was completely under the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CdC-U9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rmqhB1uMsOI/s1600-h/2007+Dec+12+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144437927148671954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CdC-U9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rmqhB1uMsOI/s320/2007+Dec+12+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping his mum to sort out the decorations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CtC-U-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/R3GWkfbbmy4/s1600-h/2007+Dec+12+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144437931443639266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CtC-U-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/R3GWkfbbmy4/s320/2007+Dec+12+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got pretty wet before he got the proper bit in his mouth. Spent quite a while trying to get to the water through the side of the bottle! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3C9C-U_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/2fNiuw-2bWA/s1600-h/2007+Dec+12+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144437935738606578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3C9C-U_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/2fNiuw-2bWA/s320/2007+Dec+12+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really wish I knew what he was thinking here. Something mischievous... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3DNC-VAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xVc9C4pe70U/s1600-h/2007+Dec+12+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144437940033573890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3DNC-VAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xVc9C4pe70U/s320/2007+Dec+12+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chomping on the car keys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144439662315459602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S4ndC-VBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/khRM39Ur77c/s320/2007+Dec+12+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's learning to wave. Here he is in his new high chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144439666610426914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S4ntC-VCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Hw8qifeSOcU/s320/2007+Dec+12+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of his favorite games... sit down, stand up (times 50!!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144439675200361522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S4oNC-VDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eooUQWFlLcY/s320/2007+Dec+12+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At his "desk".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1804360319277211590?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1804360319277211590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1804360319277211590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1804360319277211590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1804360319277211590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-havent-put-pictures-from-camera-onto.html' title='December 16'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R2S3CNC-U8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Op0LhPNcs9s/s72-c/2007+Dec+12+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1535450510782479084</id><published>2007-11-28T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:41:31.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last 4 nights he's slept all night without waking up for a bottle. The three nights before that, I let him sleep until he grizzled (rather than giving him a bottle at midnight). We're all sleeping well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wffv3BfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QwBj8c-UPjI/s1600-h/2007+Nov+18+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137998586486130162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wffv3BfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QwBj8c-UPjI/s400/2007+Nov+18+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; bawls like this, so when he started crying &lt;em&gt;just because Zara was crying&lt;/em&gt;, I had to take a picture before I gave him a cuddle. He he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wfvv3BgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w_5PrsUJkK0/s1600-h/2007+Nov+18+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137998590781097474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wfvv3BgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w_5PrsUJkK0/s400/2007+Nov+18+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sausage roll Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wgfv3BhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EZhUts0FPWQ/s1600-h/2007+Nov+18+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137998603665999378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wgfv3BhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EZhUts0FPWQ/s400/2007+Nov+18+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Punkin Punk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wg_v3BiI/AAAAAAAAABA/gwsFopA0ta8/s1600-h/2007+Nov+18+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137998612255933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wg_v3BiI/AAAAAAAAABA/gwsFopA0ta8/s400/2007+Nov+18+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He loves to get hold of a glass, as you can see from the extra huge grin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Whfv3BjI/AAAAAAAAABI/v0kuBssnZ54/s1600-h/2007+Nov+18+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137998620845868594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Whfv3BjI/AAAAAAAAABI/v0kuBssnZ54/s400/2007+Nov+18+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's a boy to do when noone will give him a hamburger!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ben's barbecue birthday party. He had chocolate custard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1535450510782479084?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1535450510782479084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1535450510782479084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1535450510782479084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1535450510782479084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/nov-29.html' title='Nov 29'/><author><name>Alrischa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02267747251542712085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/SYu4PUBTI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/pe0sH_1sRPo/S220/rainbow_sheep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybI-o5taJ_c/R03Wffv3BfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QwBj8c-UPjI/s72-c/2007+Nov+18+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1223981967600888322</id><published>2007-11-21T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:37:50.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's getting quite frustrated. He can push himself up onto his hands and knees, but then his knees slip backwards. So he's working his way away from what he's trying to get to! Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to my scales, he seems to be about 8.2 kilos, which is about average for his age. He was 6 months old on Nov 17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTcGhNgxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fs2K36nBiG4/s1600-h/2007+Nov+6+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135532323593093906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTcGhNgxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fs2K36nBiG4/s320/2007+Nov+6+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big happy grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTcmhNgyI/AAAAAAAAAII/9ZfQ5snl9ZE/s1600-h/2007+Nov+6+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135532332183028514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTcmhNgyI/AAAAAAAAAII/9ZfQ5snl9ZE/s320/2007+Nov+6+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How he normally sits, holding his feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTdWhNgzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GJGACT8X5Uc/s1600-h/2007+Nov+6+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135532345067930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTdWhNgzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GJGACT8X5Uc/s320/2007+Nov+6+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Byron's soccer ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTd2hNg0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sbjvi9oq4ec/s1600-h/2007+Nov+6b+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135532353657865026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTd2hNg0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sbjvi9oq4ec/s320/2007+Nov+6b+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He likes to stand up, holding someone's hands. Usually has a big, excited grin, but we couldn't seem to catch it. Of course, he has to learn to crawl first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTf2hNg1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DyMgrot8bc0/s1600-h/2007+Nov+18+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135532388017603410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTf2hNg1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DyMgrot8bc0/s320/2007+Nov+18+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxing on his Winnie the Pooh mat, using Teddy as a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1223981967600888322?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1223981967600888322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1223981967600888322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1223981967600888322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1223981967600888322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-happy-grin-how-he-normally-sits.html' title='November 22'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/R0UTcGhNgxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fs2K36nBiG4/s72-c/2007+Nov+6+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-3249084819895744634</id><published>2007-11-04T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:56:29.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5 part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Nov 2, having been enjoying his apple cores, I thought I'd give him something different, and opened up a baby tin of vege mash. He pulled a funny face, but yesterday I gave him some more of it, and he just about hyperventilated if it took too long to get his next spoon. Of course, the mash, which is mostly pumpkin, stained everything yellow! I tried to weigh him (holding him and not holding him when I stood on the scales) and he seems to be about 7.7 kilos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's also decided, in the last few days, that he likes rolling onto his stomach after all, so he does it constantly. His little playmat world is getting too small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5oBLeW97I/AAAAAAAAAHw/hWVCiNr0x5M/s1600-h/2007+Nov+4+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129151395090855858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5oBLeW97I/AAAAAAAAAHw/hWVCiNr0x5M/s320/2007+Nov+4+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Weight of the World. He thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5oDLeW98I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9zSRM8oSFEA/s1600-h/2007+Nov+4+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129151429450594242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5oDLeW98I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9zSRM8oSFEA/s320/2007+Nov+4+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On top of the World (ie, the exercise ball we sit on at the computer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nSreW92I/AAAAAAAAAHI/draJ0Mqffic/s1600-h/2007+Oct+30+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129150596226938722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nSreW92I/AAAAAAAAAHI/draJ0Mqffic/s320/2007+Oct+30+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheeky little monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nS7eW93I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bpZIw1Ijt-0/s1600-h/2007+Oct+30+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129150600521906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nS7eW93I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bpZIw1Ijt-0/s320/2007+Oct+30+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up early one morning, and decided it would be fun to pull in the mesh that hangs around his bed. I got up to see what he was chuckling about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nT7eW94I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4_RyyjJS2ck/s1600-h/2007+Oct+30+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129150617701775234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nT7eW94I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4_RyyjJS2ck/s320/2007+Oct+30+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loves chomping on an apple core.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nULeW95I/AAAAAAAAAHg/f6zQwJgmXb8/s1600-h/2007+Nov+4+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129150621996742546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nULeW95I/AAAAAAAAAHg/f6zQwJgmXb8/s320/2007+Nov+4+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snuggley and cute after waking up from his morning sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nUreW96I/AAAAAAAAAHo/jA7hWiy1S8A/s1600-h/2007+Nov+4+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129150630586677154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5nUreW96I/AAAAAAAAAHo/jA7hWiy1S8A/s320/2007+Nov+4+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He likes to "type", but he thought he was pretty clever when he pulled the whole keyboard into his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-3249084819895744634?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3249084819895744634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=3249084819895744634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3249084819895744634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/3249084819895744634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-5-part-2.html' title='November 5 part 2'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5oBLeW97I/AAAAAAAAAHw/hWVCiNr0x5M/s72-c/2007+Nov+4+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-2827374117182775459</id><published>2007-11-04T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:34:55.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5</title><content type='html'>These pictures are all from Oct 17, when he turned 5 months old. Beautiful day. We started some farex again, and he was pretty keen. Wrestled the spoon away from me...  I had to give him one and get another one for me. He he. Then I “gave” him his Tupperware baby cup, which I bought at Heather's ages ago, and he's been chomping on it since. I put some milk in it, but that was a bit of a mess Ü ...it's currently got a few bits of pasta in it, so it rattles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i97eW9xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dKR4Yfexy50/s1600-h/2007+Oct+17+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145841698141970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i97eW9xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dKR4Yfexy50/s320/2007+Oct+17+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron and Bluey easily fitting into the birdbath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i-beW9yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/looGqGgQ66A/s1600-h/2007+Oct+17+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145850288076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i-beW9yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/looGqGgQ66A/s320/2007+Oct+17+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He seems to love the feel of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i-7eW9zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UefatU-OyMg/s1600-h/2007+Oct+17+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145858878011186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i-7eW9zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UefatU-OyMg/s320/2007+Oct+17+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flaked out in the cot. He likes to sleep on his right side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i_beW90I/AAAAAAAAAG4/6AnCF-uvssc/s1600-h/2007+Oct+17+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145867467945794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i_beW90I/AAAAAAAAAG4/6AnCF-uvssc/s320/2007+Oct+17+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Testing out his cup. More milk on his tshirt than in his mouth, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i_reW91I/AAAAAAAAAHA/bBFu8ozFYmU/s1600-h/2007+Oct+17+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145871762913106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i_reW91I/AAAAAAAAAHA/bBFu8ozFYmU/s320/2007+Oct+17+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We parked across the road, and three cows came along to say hi. Byron thought they were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-2827374117182775459?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2827374117182775459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=2827374117182775459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2827374117182775459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2827374117182775459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-5.html' title='November 5'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ry5i97eW9xI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dKR4Yfexy50/s72-c/2007+Oct+17+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1116985229875595926</id><published>2007-10-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:35:44.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4a45R_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5iYEETrOLwI/s1600-h/2007+Oct+06+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123315036889630706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4a45R_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5iYEETrOLwI/s320/2007+Oct+06+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4q45SAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CVdl8_Dwd9M/s1600-h/2007+Oct+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123315041184598018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4q45SAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CVdl8_Dwd9M/s320/2007+Oct+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bo, the dog. Guess what "Bo" is short for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4645SBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dVWIY5IjZX4/s1600-h/2007+Oct+09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123315045479565330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4645SBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dVWIY5IjZX4/s320/2007+Oct+09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr5K45SCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6znz0MW9cUk/s1600-h/2007+Oct+09+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123315049774532642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr5K45SCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6znz0MW9cUk/s320/2007+Oct+09+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr5a45SDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CO7La4aIn3w/s1600-h/2007+Oct+09+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123315054069499954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr5a45SDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CO7La4aIn3w/s320/2007+Oct+09+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1116985229875595926?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1116985229875595926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1116985229875595926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1116985229875595926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1116985229875595926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/bo-dog.html' title='October 20'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rxmr4a45R_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5iYEETrOLwI/s72-c/2007+Oct+06+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-4365031319095801025</id><published>2007-10-17T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T05:49:28.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17</title><content type='html'>Happy 5 month birthday, bub!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we started some farex again, and he seemed to like it. He had about 3 teaspoons, opened his mouth wide for the spoon, and wrestled with me to get the spoon for himself. I had to give him one and get another one for me. He he. Then I “gave” him his Tupperware cup, which I bought at Heather's ages ago, and he's been chomping on it since. I put some milk in it, but that was a bit of a mess, so for now it is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been waking up about 7am lately, but he just talks to himself in bed, usually for a good half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Byron outside. He sat in the pram with his hat and suncream on and looked at the cows through the fence across the road. Then we went to my garden to do a bit of weeding, but he soon got hungry. I gave him a bottle and he fell asleep for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding pictures won't work today for some reason. I'll try again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-4365031319095801025?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4365031319095801025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=4365031319095801025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4365031319095801025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/4365031319095801025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-5-month-birthday-bub-today-we.html' title='October 17'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-2672040650320213986</id><published>2007-10-14T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T07:18:35.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had his 3 needles for his 4-month immunisations. He didn't even cry for the first two; in fact, he smiled at the nurse. Of course, that 3rd one &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;stings, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are all September pics (because I'm a bit slack). October ones to come later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sept 22. I Love Farex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi7645R4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8nfgX-mgJWY/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121194139089192834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi7645R4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8nfgX-mgJWY/s320/2007+Sept+22+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8K45R5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/YrTpmdPgQnQ/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121194143384160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8K45R5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/YrTpmdPgQnQ/s320/2007+Sept+22+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8a45R6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7JCxzOaqDrg/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121194147679127458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8a45R6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7JCxzOaqDrg/s320/2007+Sept+22+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8q45R7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/N7h5uUBS7KU/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121194151974094770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8q45R7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/N7h5uUBS7KU/s320/2007+Sept+22+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8645R8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XPgNZR5y5NU/s1600-h/2007+Sept+28+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121194156269062082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi8645R8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XPgNZR5y5NU/s320/2007+Sept+28+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can sit up for a bit to do something important, like watching Play School or finding a hat. He tends to lean forward until he's touching his toes, and then he somehow ends up on his stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIdj645R3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/huWwePZ3ui8/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121188229214193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIdj645R3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/huWwePZ3ui8/s320/2007+Sept+22+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can easily sleep sideways on the recliner, even using a pillow as a matress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIamq45RyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1KyE1zFhRPU/s1600-h/2007+Sept+10+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121184977923950370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIamq45RyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1KyE1zFhRPU/s320/2007+Sept+10+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cheeky is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIana45RzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5mPczfTwRm0/s1600-h/2007+Sept+28+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121184990808852274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIana45RzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5mPczfTwRm0/s320/2007+Sept+28+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loves his playmat. He seems to think that "rolling" is overated, but he can easily turn 90 degrees to reach something he wants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIanq45R0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Uxpev9I0Gew/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIanq45R0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Uxpev9I0Gew/s1600-h/2007+Sept+22+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIaoK45R1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yvH1Y62DiTU/s1600-h/2007+Sept+28+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121185003693754194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIaoK45R1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yvH1Y62DiTU/s320/2007+Sept+28+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute little twisty toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIaoq45R2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/x4tfT3-YOWw/s1600-h/2007+Sept+28+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121185012283688802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIaoq45R2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/x4tfT3-YOWw/s320/2007+Sept+28+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He has discovered his toes, and can spend hours playing with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-2672040650320213986?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2672040650320213986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=2672040650320213986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2672040650320213986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2672040650320213986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-14.html' title='October 14'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RxIi7645R4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8nfgX-mgJWY/s72-c/2007+Sept+22+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-8180291263319837735</id><published>2007-09-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:11:21.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 17</title><content type='html'>Byron is 4 months old today, and we went back to the health care nurse to get him weighed. He is now up to 6.69 kilos, which is a little higher again on the charts (about the 40th percentile).  He didn't get any needles today (like he did for his 2 month birthday)... that's coming up in a few weeks Ü . His treat for the day was getting to meet Priscilla. He was a big show off for her, and rolled onto his back about 5 times in a row Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru54_-llFdI/AAAAAAAAADk/BsJfNURZxn0/s1600-h/2007+Sept+17+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111155667639801298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru54_-llFdI/AAAAAAAAADk/BsJfNURZxn0/s320/2007+Sept+17+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preparing for a strenuous pram walk around the lake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by getting some quick zz's in his comfy car seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55AOllFeI/AAAAAAAAADs/EtmcL--ZOWg/s1600-h/2007+Sept+17+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111155671934768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55AOllFeI/AAAAAAAAADs/EtmcL--ZOWg/s320/2007+Sept+17+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting (one of his favorite things to do) in a big, comfy armchair with the new teddy bear he got from (great) Gran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55AullFfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZdaCM3tg7QM/s1600-h/2007+Sept+17+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111155680524703218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55AullFfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZdaCM3tg7QM/s320/2007+Sept+17+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to get a photo of the tshirt and brown denim jeans I bought, but all he wanted to do was pull silly faces! he he.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55A-llFgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tMOxVroCsU8/s1600-h/2007+sept+17+039b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111155684819670530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55A-llFgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tMOxVroCsU8/s320/2007+sept+17+039b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sad face that makes his Mummy and Daddy laugh, even though they shouldn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55BellFhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n9KRNrMQ-nE/s1600-h/2007+Sept+17+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111155693409605138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55BellFhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n9KRNrMQ-nE/s320/2007+Sept+17+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I turned on the light to give him his midnight bottle. He usually sleeps through it all, but this time he objected to the light, turned his face into his sleeping bag hood, and went back to sleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111156530928227874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru55yOllFiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G_WOzh1BQCs/s320/2007+Sept+17+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What he was wearing today. Mummy had to get a photo, because she made the jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-8180291263319837735?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8180291263319837735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=8180291263319837735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8180291263319837735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/8180291263319837735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-17.html' title='September 17'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Ru54_-llFdI/AAAAAAAAADk/BsJfNURZxn0/s72-c/2007+Sept+17+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1562749572662203800</id><published>2007-09-11T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:21:26.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11</title><content type='html'>Byron woke up Sunday making a new sound: "zzzZZZZzzzz". He he he. It was only a day or two later that I realized he was just &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to blow a raspberry back at me, because now it's more half zzz, half raspberry. He can say "goo" and "hah" but "mummy" is a long way off yet, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also putting everything in his mouth!! We think he might be getting some teeth soon, but there are no emerging sharp bits yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb9XBN6AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZUsPeLTrbBU/s1600-h/2007+Sept+10+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109083043240208386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb9XBN6AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZUsPeLTrbBU/s320/2007+Sept+10+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New little overalls because the others are getting too small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But these ones are still a bit big...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb-HBN6BI/AAAAAAAAADE/wZnQ8yrpNic/s1600-h/2007+Sept+10+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109083056125110290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb-HBN6BI/AAAAAAAAADE/wZnQ8yrpNic/s320/2007+Sept+10+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On Father's Day we drove to the gardens and wandered around, (which is what Daddy wanted to do). Byron also helped to make a card by scribbling on the front (while trying to eat the pen) and getting his handprint stamped. Then he had a blue hand for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb-nBN6CI/AAAAAAAAADM/icQyDlNzKF0/s1600-h/2007+Sept+10+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109083064715044898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb-nBN6CI/AAAAAAAAADM/icQyDlNzKF0/s320/2007+Sept+10+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He found the gardens fascinating, and wanted to sit up in the pram to see all the trees. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb_HBN6DI/AAAAAAAAADU/3iTE7YRtvnE/s1600-h/2007+Sept+10+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109083073304979506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb_HBN6DI/AAAAAAAAADU/3iTE7YRtvnE/s320/2007+Sept+10+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Much as he likes to sit up, he can't hold himself up, so it's a bit safer to strap him in. He thought it was funny being strapped in with Bluey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RuccBHBN6EI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zw8ZJEVOtbI/s1600-h/2007+Sept+11+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109083107664717890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RuccBHBN6EI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zw8ZJEVOtbI/s320/2007+Sept+11+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Byron got his second package in the mail, and it was from Auntie Kelly again. In it was this very cute, soft woolly jumper, which fits perfectly. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1562749572662203800?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1562749572662203800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1562749572662203800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1562749572662203800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1562749572662203800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/byron-woke-up-sunday-making-new-sound.html' title='September 11'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/Rucb9XBN6AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZUsPeLTrbBU/s72-c/2007+Sept+10+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1467734366241982065</id><published>2007-09-06T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:52:01.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 6</title><content type='html'>5:42 PM 6/09/2007987255gj6ukoihg8iuh4se5d4clkn78tnboh7kj, mytgv&lt;br /&gt;UYVYBQ2AS7Y9U8JMN98HO897IIUHB,56FVMK6TCFR56BVYGVYJVH6&lt;br /&gt;FFGBVE5VVTGBNHN46D5YC34ZXDRDRWE.56CCBVF  R87FGFBVVFB GHN QWDSF., TY VASZZ324S2AXCY7FHKJN`1zWSXK,SEX BVFE4CRHH N6T7GBN0GYVB G67GBN67GBNBNT7G6M,VG 2ASRED4DFJH6TH91SDE1 VE4DFG5:44 PM 6/09/20075THSDEAWS MGVFBRFAzZXFBGNN VASDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mum's note: typed by Byron with his right hand - 4 or 5 characters at a time. He even managed to get the date and time up  a few times, which I didn't know you could do... I just added the "enter"s.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1467734366241982065?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1467734366241982065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1467734366241982065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1467734366241982065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1467734366241982065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/sept-6.html' title='Sept 6'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-2470604159857634153</id><published>2007-08-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:33:26.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNI3BN58I/AAAAAAAAACc/sxFVcvz76bY/s1600-h/2007+August+28+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104281673530206146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNI3BN58I/AAAAAAAAACc/sxFVcvz76bY/s320/2007+August+28+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Propped up on the bench in our back yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNJHBN59I/AAAAAAAAACk/ajJaMJnVMZs/s1600-h/2007+August+28+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104281677825173458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNJHBN59I/AAAAAAAAACk/ajJaMJnVMZs/s320/2007+August+28+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing that he knows (now) how to chew his thumb &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; poking himself in the eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNJnBN5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/KibUoDY-xZg/s1600-h/2007+August+28+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104281686415108066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNJnBN5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/KibUoDY-xZg/s320/2007+August+28+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing on his Winnie the Pooh mat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104284383654569970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYPmnBN5_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dIdqZEXil00/s320/2007+August+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Little boy in a big cot. He doesn't like it much, but he's having occasional daytime sleeps in it, when he's too tired to realize where he is. Hard to imagine him growing out of this one day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-2470604159857634153?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2470604159857634153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=2470604159857634153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2470604159857634153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/2470604159857634153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/08/propped-up-on-bench-in-our-back-yard.html' title='August 30'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtYNI3BN58I/AAAAAAAAACc/sxFVcvz76bY/s72-c/2007+August+28+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1866142835926714857</id><published>2007-08-28T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:17:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRYXBN53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/71DnVxOakms/s1600-h/2007+August+28+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103723387911268210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRYXBN53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/71DnVxOakms/s320/2007+August+28+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little sleeping bag. It stops him from kicking the blankets off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRYnBN54I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hwHj9gpH0_A/s1600-h/2007+August+28+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103723392206235522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRYnBN54I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hwHj9gpH0_A/s320/2007+August+28+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All attention focused on Play School!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRY3BN55I/AAAAAAAAACE/hsBDuh8Ztfs/s1600-h/2007+August+28+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103723396501202834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRY3BN55I/AAAAAAAAACE/hsBDuh8Ztfs/s320/2007+August+28+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, there's a bug in my pocket! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRY3BN56I/AAAAAAAAACM/XVXUdE-JbvI/s1600-h/2007+August+28+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103723396501202850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRY3BN56I/AAAAAAAAACM/XVXUdE-JbvI/s320/2007+August+28+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling a bit weary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRZnBN57I/AAAAAAAAACU/fAxIM_qGci4/s1600-h/2007+August+28+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1866142835926714857?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1866142835926714857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1866142835926714857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1866142835926714857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1866142835926714857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-27.html' title='August 27'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RtQRYXBN53I/AAAAAAAAAB0/71DnVxOakms/s72-c/2007+August+28+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-1072081595957091324</id><published>2007-08-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:25:04.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byron rolled over today, from his back to his stomach. I don't think he meant to, because he seemed to surprise himself quite a bit! But he likes to roll (with a little push) so once he figures out how he did it, there'll be no stopping him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklZnBN50I/AAAAAAAAABc/1VPD5nux2c0/s1600-h/2007+August+19+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100649174874842946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklZnBN50I/AAAAAAAAABc/1VPD5nux2c0/s320/2007+August+19+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bluey the Elephant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklZ3BN51I/AAAAAAAAABk/plJSNcQbSsQ/s1600-h/2007+August+19+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100649179169810258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklZ3BN51I/AAAAAAAAABk/plJSNcQbSsQ/s320/2007+August+19+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discovering that he can do breast stroke in the bath. Sort of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklaHBN52I/AAAAAAAAABs/qoB3eeOjWJI/s1600-h/2007+August+19+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100649183464777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklaHBN52I/AAAAAAAAABs/qoB3eeOjWJI/s320/2007+August+19+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a bit of a snooze on Daddy's knee and a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-1072081595957091324?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1072081595957091324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=1072081595957091324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1072081595957091324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/1072081595957091324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-20.html' title='August 20'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsklZnBN50I/AAAAAAAAABc/1VPD5nux2c0/s72-c/2007+August+19+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-333921736082116813</id><published>2007-08-14T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:27:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpKIBlJ2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hcECbTR48W4/s1600-h/2007+August+3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098823719554721634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpKIBlJ2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hcECbTR48W4/s320/2007+August+3+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves his little playmat. It's close to the TV, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpKoBlJ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FvUkjV2D44k/s1600-h/2007+August+5+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098823728144656242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpKoBlJ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FvUkjV2D44k/s320/2007+August+5+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying out the goatee-and-sideburns look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpLIBlJ4I/AAAAAAAAABE/P_iPfbHiDNY/s1600-h/2007+August+9+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098823736734590850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpLIBlJ4I/AAAAAAAAABE/P_iPfbHiDNY/s320/2007+August+9+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got to love that fluffy squirrel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpM4BlJ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/eNaeVMl5XMc/s1600-h/2007+August+15+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098823766799361938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpM4BlJ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/eNaeVMl5XMc/s320/2007+August+15+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little overalls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpNoBlJ6I/AAAAAAAAABU/nRX0sWeCNFs/s1600-h/2007+July+27+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098823779684263842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpNoBlJ6I/AAAAAAAAABU/nRX0sWeCNFs/s320/2007+July+27+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't push me coz I am close to the edge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-333921736082116813?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/333921736082116813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=333921736082116813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/333921736082116813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/333921736082116813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-photos.html' title='August photos'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsKpKIBlJ2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hcECbTR48W4/s72-c/2007+August+3+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-7851073787136235771</id><published>2007-08-14T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:19:20.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from May, June and July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwYBlJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F2ODR72owyA/s1600-h/2007+may+19+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098743012824262418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwYBlJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F2ODR72owyA/s320/2007+may+19+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Byron, still in hospital, dressed in his little green giraffes outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwYBlJyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h8eNNXKBeKE/s1600-h/2007+may+22+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098743012824262434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwYBlJyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h8eNNXKBeKE/s320/2007+may+22+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves his baths! This is number 3, I think. He didn't like the first one at the hospital, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwoBlJzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tKchn_NwtDc/s1600-h/2007+june+2+002b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098743017119229746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwoBlJzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tKchn_NwtDc/s320/2007+june+2+002b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 2. An early smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfxIBlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZDad0wTYnGM/s1600-h/2007+June+27+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098743025709164354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfxIBlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZDad0wTYnGM/s320/2007+June+27+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All rugged up and ready to "walk" around the lake. This quilt was made by talented Nola, who works with Mummy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfxIBlJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wYdsLImgFsk/s1600-h/2007+July+3+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098743025709164370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfxIBlJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wYdsLImgFsk/s320/2007+July+3+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 3. A big cheesy grin to show off his chubby chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-7851073787136235771?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7851073787136235771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=7851073787136235771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7851073787136235771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/7851073787136235771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/08/byron-still-in-hospital-dressed-in-his.html' title='Pictures from May, June and July'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUswWOWLjvA/RsJfwYBlJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F2ODR72owyA/s72-c/2007+may+19+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099344586356016572.post-5330381311818750304</id><published>2007-08-14T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:45:20.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Byron (by Mummy)</title><content type='html'>Byron was finally born at 6:15am on May 17. He weighed 3270g. Everyone in the family came to visit him on his very first day (everyone in town, that is) because his Daddy wouldn't tell them whether he was a boy or girl. Of course, they probably would have visitted anyway, but Daddy thought it was fun to say "We've had the baby" and no more. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little history of Byron so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 19&lt;/strong&gt;: Weight down to 3050g. Much more interested in sleeping than eating. A bit jaundiced and dehydrated. The nurses couldn't get the heel-prick test. Byron ended up having about 10 needles in all, to his heels, the back of his hands, and finally, successfully, from his radial artery. In the end (when it was dark) they decided we could take him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 21:&lt;/strong&gt; Visitted the Paed's clinic for another jaundice blood test. Weight down to 3020g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 23:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 3150g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 3480g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 13:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 3740g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 25:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 4200g. Smiling quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 29:&lt;/strong&gt; 6 weeks 1 day old. Had some professional photos taken. Little neighbor Zara was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Started sleeping 6 hours overnight nearly every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Started playing with his toy dog (getting his hands onto its fur, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 5:&lt;/strong&gt; First visit to playgroup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 9:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 4680g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 17:&lt;/strong&gt; For his 2 month birthday he had 3 nice injections Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 23:&lt;/strong&gt; First illness (nasty cough that lasted a week. Poor appetite, and even saw the GP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 24:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 5030g. Age 9 weeks 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 28:&lt;/strong&gt; First Tupperware party Ü. Started reading him Dr. Seuss books, which he seems to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 5:&lt;/strong&gt; First giggle (while being tickled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 13:&lt;/strong&gt; Weight 5890g (Zara was 5985g last week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 14:&lt;/strong&gt; First giggle when not being tickled; he was just watching Daddy pop up from behind the couch. Started watching Play School. He can't take his eyes off the TV, and often smiles at the songs and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 15:&lt;/strong&gt; First email address (&lt;a href="mailto:ByronJoshua@hotmail.com"&gt;ByronJoshua@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) and first blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Byron is nearly 13 weeks old. He's happy and healthy, and he's getting cuter and more fun every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099344586356016572-5330381311818750304?l=byron2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5330381311818750304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099344586356016572&amp;postID=5330381311818750304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5330381311818750304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099344586356016572/posts/default/5330381311818750304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byron2007.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-byron-by-mummy.html' title='About Byron (by Mummy)'/><author><name>Byron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01618371487473155475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
