<?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-1974538217754501919</id><updated>2012-01-10T09:26:47.026Z</updated><category term='POOP'/><category term='illness'/><category term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category term='birth'/><category term='toothies'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='Video&apos;s'/><category term='News'/><category term='Mummy n Work'/><category term='this week......'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Diary Of Baby Billy</title><subtitle type='html'>Keep up to date with his achievements and what happening to him and his BLW experiences.
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(But not on my spelling or grammar tho!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1165195684399702854</id><published>2007-07-11T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:59:56.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved!</title><content type='html'>fed up of my ongoing problems with blogger, cant put titles in etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can now be found at &lt;a href="http://billysdiary.com/"&gt;http://billysdiary.com/&lt;/a&gt; name not very creative i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning how to use it so bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Em x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1165195684399702854?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1165195684399702854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1165195684399702854&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1165195684399702854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1165195684399702854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-have-moved.html' title='We have moved!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-453323955788880973</id><published>2007-07-10T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:51:18.682+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Very comfortable with his sexuality in the pink car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RpPQX7HOkrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/G6xtyRS4Bh8/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085637513654997682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RpPQX7HOkrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/G6xtyRS4Bh8/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos taken with my phone hence them been crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the shower this morning when i heard Tosh shouting me to get out, not like him so i got out. Billy had s**t and it was everywhere, it had escaped his nappy, on the floor in four different place, on his feet, down his legs, on a psp box and on Daddy! Never have we had s**t in that many place before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd worked like idiots last night to clear the bedroom for the fitters today, at 930am i got a call to say they'd damaged the wardrobes putting them on the lorry to bring and that they'd be here at 1pm, I'd planned a afternoon out with Billy's buddies, so told them in no uncertain terms to be here by 1pm, at 1130am i got to call to say it'd be tomorrow when they got here and started! Poor poor poor! We are sleeping in out spare room on our guest beds that i thought were of reasonable quality but after a night on them, nope they aren't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New dishwasher arrived today so that softens the annoyance of the bedroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been to &lt;a href="http://www.thebigtops.co.uk/"&gt;Big Tops&lt;/a&gt; today and Billy loved it, i know its something I'm gonna have to get used to and one day it might be Billy but why are children so horrid sometimes??!! This is now the third time we've been to a soft play zone and some child has hit him, nipped him, pulled him or just shouted in his face! I am getting quite skilled at please be careful he's only a baby! What i have noticed more than anything is its the children who's Mum's sit drinking coffee gossiping, that are the one that are normally been horrid! I actually told the little boy who wouldn't leave him alone and kept nipping him and taking toys off him, to go away today and he went back to his Mum crying and she had no idea why, if she'd have been looking at her child rather than a magazine she'd have known! I know i sound really nasty, the child had been winding me up for about half a hour.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085637376216044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RpPQP7HOkqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/n9jx4DgwAKU/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you remember that post &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/mummy-is-such-plank.html"&gt;Mummy is such a plank!&lt;/a&gt; well I've found the parking ticket today, under the passenger seat of my car! Funny thing is I've cleaned it two weeks ago, does that not tell you something about my cleaning skills??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-453323955788880973?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/453323955788880973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=453323955788880973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/453323955788880973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/453323955788880973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-comfortable-with-his-sexuality-in.html' title='Very comfortable with his sexuality in the pink car!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RpPQX7HOkrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/G6xtyRS4Bh8/s72-c/DSC00766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9169834103343424241</id><published>2007-07-09T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:33:24.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>fork I'm good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xunuv_Regd8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xunuv_Regd8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-9169834103343424241?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9169834103343424241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9169834103343424241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9169834103343424241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9169834103343424241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/fork-im-good.html' title='fork I&apos;m good!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8240651388432906790</id><published>2007-07-07T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:33:04.566+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy n Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this week......'/><title type='text'>This week.....</title><content type='html'>Its been a busy one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the tight ba***ds at Vodafone have decided my shop needs shutting a re-fitting, should have done that in the first place after the floods! The walls are safe but the walls that divided us from other stores (fire walls) are that wet they could be spooned out! So Monday morning a decision will be made when we shut - YAY!! All my team members will have to go to other stores to work and they have no chance with me and other managers, i can def find stuff to do (be Joly paid holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are out this evening, Billy is stopping with Grandma H, he'll no doubt get her up at 5am and she'll let him. I think she sleeps terrible when he stays as she listens for every noise. I am going to get plastered on vodka! Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend N has had new baby yesterday (what made me think about birth) called Archie, i love little babies, i have popped in on my way home from work. Its strange, he was so tiny and helpless, i feel sometimes i cant remember Billy like that. Dont they grow quick! No more babies from my friends due for a while now, who will be next???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosh cousins wedding next week and i have a new dress, the bonus of that is its a UK size 10!!! Not far off been normal again! Dreading the wedding as Billy not coming and my &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/brave-move-by-mummy-maybe-couple.html"&gt;Dad and his wife having him&lt;/a&gt;, they have never looked after him before. They are great with kids but i am scared, i know he'll be OK but still gives me butterfly's in my tummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8240651388432906790?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8240651388432906790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8240651388432906790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8240651388432906790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8240651388432906790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-week.html' title='This week.....'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7198973861311207435</id><published>2007-07-06T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:54:51.785+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>My birth plan and what actually happened! Beware its a long one and it could put you off giving birth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth Plan for Emma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to go to Hospital until I have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal as possible – natural birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosh husband only person to attend, if Tosh is not available my Mum. (Students are welcome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be as mobile as possible so to be encouraged to move around – should have a birthing ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep a open mind about drugs so I’m not saying wont have any if recommended but I’d rather have as little as possible, so please don’t offer me them unless completely necessary – I will have a tens machine that I’ve hired. I don’t want to be sick at any point therefore no drugs that are likely to make me throw up. (Anti sickness drugs are welcome if I’m likely to be sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No camcorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A c-section only if necessary – Obviously an epidural will be needed with that, I don’t like the thought of anything been put in my back it is the biggest fear I have about the entire birth. IF I HAVE TO HAVE AN EPIDURAL I WANT MY BIRTH PARTNER PRESENT – I DO NOT WANT TO BE ON MY OWN!! Tosh is to be present the whole way through c-section. Also no one is to see the baby before my husband and I. (This means any family or friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want an episiotomy if absolutely necessary – I would rather not be cut and would welcome any help to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providing the baby is fine I’d like to be given it straight away and have skin to skin contact and we’d like to discover the baby’s sex our self’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosh to cut the cord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to breast feed the baby ASAP don’t give the baby a bottle unless necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in hospital as little time as possible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And now what actually happen.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contractions started at bed time on the Tuesday, the were quite bad to start with, anyway we went to bed. I wasn't in bed long before i was up and in the bath, the baby was back to back so that was possibly the cause of the pain early on. At about midnight we went to hospital to be told that i was only about 2cm and the position of the baby i could be at it for days and to go home, so i sat and cried i didn't want to go home but they sent me anyway! I remember the big fat horrid midwife, looking at me like i was a big woose, and telling me to turn my tens machine up! So we went home and i got back in the bath and then went to bed. I laid there having contractions until my plug went, then i decided i wanted DRUGS and any at this point any would do! So off we went back to the hospital, i remember Tosh driving down our road and me whining at every speed bump, possibly the worst journey of my life! We arrived at the hospital and we had to use the main doors, so it was a long walk again to the labour ward, when we arrived there the big fat midwife was at the nurses station and passed me to another midwife and the snarl on her face said Oh god you again! Anyway they put me in the bottom corner suit the was mile away and I'm sure she said to other midwife she'll be ages!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in this room, i was given a birthing ball and i begged for pain relief, i had pethidine and anti-sickness drugs, although I'd already been sick loads. And was only 4cm! We were left in this room and checked on about every hour, i was a space cadet, to the point i fell off the birthing ball! I laid on the bed and think i actually went to sleep, then pop something had happened, my waters had gone! I pressed the buzzer, the midwife came and then the panic began! There was macomium in my waters (Billy had done a poo) I didn't realise how important this was, they made me walk from my room into another more equipped room, all the time walking across the corridor dripping shity water on the floor, yes the was a trail where I'd been! In this new room i was demanding i went to the toilet, to the point i had to be dragged on the the bed by Tosh and the midwife. The put the monitor on the check Billy heartbeat and its was bad, only 40bpm and should be about 120-150bpm! Everything from this point was blur, so I'll prob miss bits. The midwife pressed the big red button behind me and within about 10seconds there were about 10 people in the room, i remember Tosh been sat at the side of me tell me it'd be OK. They were putting a drip in my hand and moving my bed at the same time, then i was been pushed down the corridor a rapid speed, there was a bin or something in the way that the bed banged into and i kicked out of the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was on my own at this point, with loads of staff with masks on, someone was wiping iodine on my tummy and the anesthetist was talking to me. I kept asking when they were going to knock me out?? they were prepping me and i was conscious! The bloody anesthetist kept calling me Gemma, well i put him right, been polite i shouted MY NAME IS EMMA!!! They did say the baby's heart rate was rising but he was still in distress. Still asking when i was going to be knocked out they put a mask over my face! I was gone! I am sure i asked if we were going to die! I also was telling the to ring my Mum and spouting the number at them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up and demanded my Mum be there, to the extent that Tosh had to go out and ring her. Tosh said Emma we've got a boy and i told him that i was having a girl though! The the midwife asked his name and i told her his first name but gave him a middle name we'd never planned! He's still got it now tho! I laid there filthy and in pain, i kept telling the mid wife i was in pain and she took no notice, kept saying they've given you morphine! After complaining for about a hour, she had a look at my dip and its wasn't in right! NO WONDER I WAS IN PAIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They layed Billy next to me and i kept saying isn't he great, to everyone, I was amazed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The events that happened with Tosh while i was in theatre, he was moved to a room to wait for me. Where he was left sat on his own for quite a while, and then they told he you've got a boy and brought him in wrapped in a towel. The person who brought him in told Tosh that they'd only seen him open one eye and weren't sure that there was a eye ball in the other! So Tosh had to sit there holding a new baby on his own in room waiting for his eye to open! Anyway thankfully his eye opened and you there was a eye ball! Tactless bastards (i know swearing is bad) Oh and Billy covered me in poo at the birth and then poo'ed in the towel when Tosh was holding him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was eventually cleaned up and moved on to a ward, I had asked for a private room. I complained that much they found me a private room and moved me, they never charged me either which was a bonus! if you lived in the town i do you'd have not wanted to be on a ward full of teenage mothers who have no fixed abode, or just scrubbers and yes i do know i am a snob and picky!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Billy was born on Wednesday morning about 7ish weighting 8lb 8oz, which is pretty massive for me! We had to stay in hospital until the Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the doctors who delivered Billy came to see me a day later, after reading my birth plan, as she was concerned that I'd planned it so much and it had been so different, she did also mention Billy covered everyone on poo in theatre! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything turned out fine thankfully and believe it or not that whole performance hasn't put me off having another! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7198973861311207435?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7198973861311207435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7198973861311207435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7198973861311207435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7198973861311207435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-laugh-my-birth-plan-and-what-realy.html' title='My birth plan and what actually happened! Beware its a long one and it could put you off giving birth!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-798105500191950474</id><published>2007-07-05T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:47:56.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>Tooth number 2, Mummy cooking and eating yogurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozDcJJJjHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fiABiyQeiic/s1600-h/Image026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083652967652494450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozDcJJJjHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fiABiyQeiic/s200/Image026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He still refuses anything from a spoon the majority of the time, he used to once love yogurt but from one of his many &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick-again-valantines-day.html"&gt;sickness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-so-far-baby-billys-version-of.html"&gt;episodes&lt;/a&gt; he went off them. I thought I'd give him a try with yogurt again, well i got one spoon in and he promptly gagged and heaved. So i gave him the pot and spoon which i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think he ate any of but he def enjoyed making the mess! (bruise on head is from tiled bathroom floor) And yes he is scowling again, its now his normal facial expression! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozBkZJJjDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RLvMDOQaYN0/s1600-h/Image028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083650910363159602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozBkZJJjDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RLvMDOQaYN0/s200/Image028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has his second tooth just coming through, felt it this morning and might explain the hunger strike he put him self on, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; i am crap at the moment with giving hims &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; etc so i have made him some cheese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; muffins and they are yummy (if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; eat them i will)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one final note I have lost a 8lbs so far since joining WW but not been for last 2 week, not sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going back now i am getting in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; of eating better. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozDLpJJjGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AP8DYbAlxgg/s1600-h/Image032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083652684184652898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozDLpJJjGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AP8DYbAlxgg/s200/Image032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1974538217754501919-798105500191950474?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/798105500191950474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=798105500191950474&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/798105500191950474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/798105500191950474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/tooth-number-2-mummy-cooking-and-eating.html' title='Tooth number 2, Mummy cooking and eating yogurt!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RozDcJJJjHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fiABiyQeiic/s72-c/Image026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4085788323519891322</id><published>2007-07-01T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:32:47.370+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy n Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>All set up for his holidays! (Be warned Mummy is whining too)</title><content type='html'>Some of his birthday presents, sun suits (factor 40 protection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082290097220062226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rofr6pJJjBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YTjDHdXxW54/s320/Image020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at the scowl, its a new face and unfortunately he has inherited that expression from his Mummy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082291871041555490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rofth5JJjCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JqHvMyYM_P0/s320/Image014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To him the most interesting part was the hanger! Pictures are crap not sure whats going on with camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE BAD TEMPERED MUMMY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It been one of those days, the ones where everyone and everything annoys you! Think I've had too much time at home this week and not been able to do much, due to the weather. Today I've been in such a mood that when i was doing the ironing i lost my temper with it, yes i lost my temper with the ironing, you know because that's completely normal to loose your temper with the ironing! Anyway i decided that some of the clothes that were too difficult to iron, either didn't fit or i didn't like, so i binned them! Tosh actually stopped me half way through the ironing and arranged for it to go around to his Mum tomorrow to be done, before i threw away our entire wardrobe! I know where the mood came from, it was all because the house was untidy, i can be such a freak sometimes! Our new bedroom is been fitted a week on Monday and that is also winding me up, i need to clear out our bedroom and make space for us to sleep in the spare room. The new bed we have ordered wont be here for 4-6weeks so that's gonna be fun too....... I know i whine a lot! I am actually looking forward to going back to work tomorrow, that of course if we are able to open, the shop has been cleaned and sanitised but some of the fittings need replacing and Meadowhall's health and safety officers will decide in the morning if we have done enough for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a happy note we've been to see baby Josh today, one of my friends new baby and he is beautiful! Makes me very brewdy, i want my holiday soon, then we can try and counger up a new addition to our house hold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4085788323519891322?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4085788323519891322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4085788323519891322&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4085788323519891322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4085788323519891322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-set-up-for-his-holidays-be-warned.html' title='All set up for his holidays! (Be warned Mummy is whining too)'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rofr6pJJjBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YTjDHdXxW54/s72-c/Image020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4026119398255583562</id><published>2007-06-29T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:48:09.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Splash and in they went!</title><content type='html'>We still have glorious sunshine, tomorrow forecast is for rain and it better bloody rain, since i cancelled the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the supermarket i decided to buy us lunch in the cafe, well what a crap, useless Mummy i am! I'd not got a bib, wipes or beaker, I'd left his bag at home! People around me must of thought i was barmy or he wasn't really mine! I ordered a toasted sandwich for me and a toasted teacake for him, they took that long to arrive, that he was making so much noise i decided that we'd have our apple and jaffacakes first, got some dirty looks for that from people around! He drunk my water from the bottle and basically tipped it down him, i used a napkin for a bib and he just shredded then threw it on the floor! And finally serving me right he ate non of the food we'd waited for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final part of the day was when he was wandering around upstairs while i ran his bath, he wandered in the bathroom and I'd not noticed he'd got his shoes in his hands until the were both in the bath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4026119398255583562?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4026119398255583562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4026119398255583562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4026119398255583562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4026119398255583562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/splash-and-in-they-went.html' title='Splash and in they went!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7531666319664620801</id><published>2007-06-28T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:11:00.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Billy Boy!</title><content type='html'>A lawnmower, wheel barrow and spades etc, so he can help Daddy in the garden from Grandma H but he'll need to master pushing it and clothes for his hols. (dummy in mouth as he's been so grumpy, its his birthday after all and he can cry if he wants too....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQTGZJJi-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/NiR4U6BY_G0/s1600-h/Image010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081207280130165730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQTGZJJi-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/NiR4U6BY_G0/s320/Image010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Trampoline from Uncle R, he's unsure just yet and I'm doubting they'll not last long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQSvZJJi9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/TbCxiTROpJQ/s1600-h/Image002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081206884993174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQSvZJJi9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/TbCxiTROpJQ/s320/Image002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest cake in the world for a little boy and even worse he refused to even try it! Thought is was funny that we all sung to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081205403229457330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQRZJJJi7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/0r_sTgtKMss/s320/IMG_0014+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A family snap, i hate the photo of me! Not very often we get one of all of us so thought I'd better post it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081208873563032578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQUjJJJjAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/UtHUH4e7O9A/s400/Image005+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I made him also some buns, which he also refused! his friend Luke thoroughly enjoyed and getting blue icing on my cream rug, thought Luke's Mum was going to cry, in fact thought Tosh might! It all cleaned up OK! I'd post you a photo but need Luke's Mummy's permission first, he had a blue mustache!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081207701036960754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQTe5JJi_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/01Y_8tPpfR4/s320/IMG_0010+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His first passport photo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had a good day, loads of cards not many presents, i did request he didn't get loads of presents and that he needed holiday stuff, which he got plenty of - roll on September and were off to Portugal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7531666319664620801?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7531666319664620801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7531666319664620801&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7531666319664620801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7531666319664620801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-billy-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Billy Boy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoQTGZJJi-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/NiR4U6BY_G0/s72-c/Image010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9135978915850635141</id><published>2007-06-27T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:59:49.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Little base jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKzdZJJi6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/91nepG1DeGI/s1600-h/Image084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080820647174179746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKzdZJJi6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/91nepG1DeGI/s320/Image084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKzIZJJi5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/urDwOvOCGmQ/s1600-h/Image083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080820286396926866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKzIZJJi5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/urDwOvOCGmQ/s320/Image083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyworld.co.uk/information/reviews/product.asp?id=253"&gt;Toddler day rucksack with rein&lt;/a&gt;, just looked so cute had to post the pictures!&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/1974538217754501919-9135978915850635141?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9135978915850635141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9135978915850635141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9135978915850635141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9135978915850635141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-base-jumper.html' title='Little base jumper'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKzdZJJi6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/91nepG1DeGI/s72-c/Image084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2288269330491618191</id><published>2007-06-27T19:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:50:44.996+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>The little chaps birthday tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Just think this time last year contractions were starting! I'm not going to post about his birth but i will one day soon, it was horrific and we are lucky he is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080816785998580610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKv8pJJi4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/lkfjFHFK1Ls/s400/Image093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no access to the shops at the mo, cant leave my village to get near supermarket that sells birthday cakes, so he's got a chocolate fudge cake. The shops i can get to everyone has panic bought everything on the shelves! I always planned to make the choc cake but not a his birthday cake just as a desert for his party, the party i have had to cancel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-2288269330491618191?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2288269330491618191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2288269330491618191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2288269330491618191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2288269330491618191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-chaps-birthday-tomorrow.html' title='The little chaps birthday tomorrow!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKv8pJJi4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/lkfjFHFK1Ls/s72-c/Image093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7378100283025387511</id><published>2007-06-27T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:35:02.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy n Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>I know i'm going on and on and on about flooding!</title><content type='html'>My life is turning in to flood hell! Before i start, no my house hasn't been flooded and everyone is safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is out like it never rained, most roads look dry, there is dust and mud everywhere. Both our work places are a disaster, mud, water, sewage and god knows what else! I am on holiday from work this week but needed to see what the damage was. So here goes pictures again - SORRY! Only glad we work for massive company's who the cost of repairs and closure of the business is not really a impact to. (yes most have insurance but not a quick process)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our repair centre where the floor is normally white! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080811322800180018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKq-pJJizI/AAAAAAAAAek/JsLYjYCONw8/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our shop floor! (normally wood effect, not mud effect)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080811524663642946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKrKZJJi0I/AAAAAAAAAes/mkbSW79iY8w/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080812632765205362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKsK5JJi3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/P92D6U3c-es/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&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&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&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and the other managers in the get up we had to wear before entering the building, yes we went over the top pulling the huds up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080810901893384994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKqmJJJiyI/AAAAAAAAAec/jKzHXSsGHKo/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rain is due back on Saturday, not good! The dam at Ulley is safe for now thankfully and lets hope its not a down poor like Monday and Tuesday this week, or the clean up wont have been worth doing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7378100283025387511?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7378100283025387511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7378100283025387511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7378100283025387511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7378100283025387511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-im-going-on-and-on-and-on-about.html' title='I know i&apos;m going on and on and on about flooding!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RoKq-pJJizI/AAAAAAAAAek/JsLYjYCONw8/s72-c/DSC00711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2603012999896484719</id><published>2007-06-26T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:40:39.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Its now officailly the wettest month ever for us!</title><content type='html'>No month on record has ever this much rain fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happening -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy's work is that flooded its now shut and you cant access it, the water is up to the middle of the door and two people had to be rescued last night (only bonus is that he's now off work - hope hes gonna get paid!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandpa S owns a travel company and his Garage with all his buses in is like a Island, he has hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of buses/coaches, a business that he's built up from been a young man. He's been down there all night trying to save them, they have air suspensions and he's had them all risen off the ground as high a possible. He has a pit that is full like a swimming pool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy's work is shut, the centre is flooded, the car parks there are reports of cars floating off, the electricity has gone so the shutter couldn't be brought down. (lucky I'm only hols)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of my family and friends have lost their power for periods during the night and Auntie L has had no power since 9pm last night. She decided to go to her Mums a few miles away, thankfully she has a big 4wheel drive so got there, she gave me stories of cars stuck in water and people climbing out of sun roofs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ulley Reservoir (&lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/rude-and-ungrateful-ducks.html"&gt;The Rude Ungrateful Ducks Story&lt;/a&gt;) has burst its banks, fire &amp; rescue are trying to stop it, if it actually goes all surrounding areas will be under water, the power station at the side of the M1 will go and we will prob loose power, Whiston, Treeton, Canlkow &amp;amp; CATCLIFFE! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have never been flooded but i have just seen a council lorry come down our road as i type this post, with sandbags! The rain has stopped for now but they water is still rising!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am watching the news continuously and its scary shit!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1974538217754501919-2603012999896484719?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2603012999896484719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2603012999896484719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2603012999896484719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2603012999896484719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-now-officailly-wettest-month-ever.html' title='Its now officailly the wettest month ever for us!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-459122331293886938</id><published>2007-06-26T08:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:53:35.788+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The weather part 3! This is the centre i work in, the tree popping out of the water are in the car parks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vB6UG_fXfLY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vB6UG_fXfLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-459122331293886938?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/459122331293886938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=459122331293886938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/459122331293886938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/459122331293886938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/weather-part-3-this-is-centre-i-work-in.html' title='The weather part 3! This is the centre i work in, the tree popping out of the water are in the car parks!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7477457881372172429</id><published>2007-06-25T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:44:19.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Where is our summer??? Its rained and its rained and its rained!!! VERSION 2!!</title><content type='html'>This time last year it was 27degrees, today its still raining and its 11degrees. If the rain continues I'm going to have to cancel Billy first birthday party, i couldn't possibly fit everyone invited into my house. P&lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/weather-it-rained-and-it-rained-and-it.html"&gt;revious post&lt;/a&gt; we haven't had this much rain in 50years! Luckily we there isn't much flooding around us but less than 10miles away people are evacuated from their houses and have been for the last couple of weeks. Water would have a long way to go to reach my house, in 2001 our village was flooded really badly. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is a couple of streets away from Daddy's work, taken today at 14:30 on Brightside Lane in Sheffield, I had to go fetch Daddy mid afternoon when his work closed to ensure everyone got home. Quite scary the second car in to the picture, the silver Focus is exactly the same as mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080042612150184002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn_v1y0PKEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zpLogsrhaeI/s400/cars_floating_365x470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard on radio that Rotherham Council have run out of road closed signs, they have closed so many areas! &lt;a href="http://www.rotherfm.co.uk/pages/home.asp?servername=#"&gt;Rotherfm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7477457881372172429?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7477457881372172429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7477457881372172429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7477457881372172429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7477457881372172429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-is-our-summer-its-rained-and-its.html' title='Where is our summer??? Its rained and its rained and its rained!!! VERSION 2!!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn_v1y0PKEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zpLogsrhaeI/s72-c/cars_floating_365x470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1689615306556975852</id><published>2007-06-24T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:47:08.397+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The word car</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0zA0C8GhLE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0zA0C8GhLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1689615306556975852?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1689615306556975852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1689615306556975852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1689615306556975852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1689615306556975852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/word-car.html' title='The word car'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7197452513371393394</id><published>2007-06-23T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:31:58.124+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>His Professional Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0guC0PKDI/AAAAAAAAAds/NoHPljtcBUY/s1600-h/6x4pro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079251930145826866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0guC0PKDI/AAAAAAAAAds/NoHPljtcBUY/s400/6x4pro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0gNy0PKCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iHC6uQo40gU/s1600-h/6x4pro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079251376095045666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0gNy0PKCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iHC6uQo40gU/s400/6x4pro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0f9y0PKBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Z4iuE8Oqmgo/s1600-h/6x4+pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079251101217138706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0f9y0PKBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Z4iuE8Oqmgo/s400/6x4+pro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1974538217754501919-7197452513371393394?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7197452513371393394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7197452513371393394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7197452513371393394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7197452513371393394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/his-professional-photos.html' title='His Professional Photos'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rn0guC0PKDI/AAAAAAAAAds/NoHPljtcBUY/s72-c/6x4pro3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3171272394918679431</id><published>2007-06-23T08:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:56:43.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>What a difference 6months makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnzKqi0PKAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/lU8ZxkF2Jk0/s1600-h/Image028+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079157312016295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnzKqi0PKAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/lU8ZxkF2Jk0/s400/Image028+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just thinking of the nightmare i had getting him to eat and now look at him. Granted he's holding a spoon which serves the only purpose of making him gag when he pushes it too far! (cant see spoon) Cant believe he'll be a year old on Wednesday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156805210154994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnzKNC0PJ_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/KUUl-vYqG3c/s400/Image080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3171272394918679431?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3171272394918679431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3171272394918679431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3171272394918679431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3171272394918679431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-difference-6months-makes.html' title='What a difference 6months makes!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnzKqi0PKAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/lU8ZxkF2Jk0/s72-c/Image028+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8426671169960490256</id><published>2007-06-22T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:00:44.741+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>The boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rnwn2i0PJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZZOA0Yy3ESI/s1600-h/Photo-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078978297779398626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rnwn2i0PJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZZOA0Yy3ESI/s320/Photo-0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was ready to come home by Thursday morning, I have rung at every opportunity and had pictures sent to me by his Daddy to my phone. Cant believe how much i have missed him, he seemed so big when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnwlaC0PJ5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/NRReNU3Y71I/s1600-h/Photo-0034+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078975609129871250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnwlaC0PJ5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/NRReNU3Y71I/s320/Photo-0034+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnwlfC0PJ6I/AAAAAAAAAck/5yRwk-yc93w/s1600-h/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078975695029217186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnwlfC0PJ6I/AAAAAAAAAck/5yRwk-yc93w/s320/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;He's learnt how to open the shower cubical door while his Daddy was in the shower, learnt how empty a toilet roll, can now say the words cat and car, and can get up to standing position from been sat down without a settee, door frame or anything else to help him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the pictures his Daddy sent me are the ones attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078976566907578290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnwmRy0PJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/p2K2aaStySA/s320/Photo-0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078978010016589762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rnwnly0PJ8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/110TkBaOFr4/s320/Photo-0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt quite allien to the environment of ambitious people who loved the sound of their own voices and people who enjoyed enlarging their egos. And all i want to do is talk about my little boy and been a Mum, god how my life has changed. I am so glad it has though and that work is not the only thing in my life, like the people i have spent the 5days with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy is in Edinburgh now until Sunday evening so by the time he arrives home I'll have not seen him for nearly a week!!! Roll on Sunday, the only plus point is that its just me and my baby boy for two days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and its still raining in most of the country and there are floods everywhere, thankfully not around us anymore!&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/1974538217754501919-8426671169960490256?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8426671169960490256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8426671169960490256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8426671169960490256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8426671169960490256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/boy.html' title='The boy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rnwn2i0PJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ZZOA0Yy3ESI/s72-c/Photo-0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4680000600663917527</id><published>2007-06-22T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:28:10.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy n Work'/><title type='text'>I'm back! YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>My course was great, yes i said great. I cant believe it! It was run by a guy called Matthew Scaith from A company called &lt;a href="http://www.resultsinternational.com/"&gt;Results International&lt;/a&gt;, i have never in my life met anyone like him and never been on a course so interesting. Matthew is a trained &lt;a href="http://www.nlpu.com/whatnlp.htm"&gt;Neuro-Linguistic Programming&lt;/a&gt;, and a hypnotist (trained by the same guy as &lt;a href="http://www.paulmckenna.com/"&gt;Paul Mckenna &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.derrenbrown.co.uk/"&gt;Darren Brown&lt;/a&gt; )I cant even put in to words what I've learnt, there are so many different skills i think i have gained. Anyway boring, I'll update you more when I'm not so knacked and can be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the Manchester Hilton and i have eaten like a pig, i can hardly fasten my jeans! WW here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4680000600663917527?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4680000600663917527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4680000600663917527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4680000600663917527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4680000600663917527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-yay.html' title='I&apos;m back! YAY!!!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5539966007431009411</id><published>2007-06-17T20:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:41:20.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>Just giggling, very tired and just finish packing for the horrid course I'll be on from tomorrow, spotted my title i have corrected it but it did first say &lt;strong&gt;'farthers day' &lt;/strong&gt;quite apt really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful day really, i have had stinking hangover and done very little, we have been and chose a new &lt;a href="http://www.jaybe.co.uk/products/beds/fabric_storage_beds/fabric_storage_beds.html"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; and flat screen TV for our bedroom that will be fitted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad (Grandad D) has been around for dinner and Billy was a super star, very pleased as normally with my Dad he is &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/brave-move-by-mummy-maybe-couple.html"&gt;terrible&lt;/a&gt;, he wont go near him and is very clingy but today was the opposite, he was charming and very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Daddy's first Fathers Day and really we should have spoiled him but as Mummy felt so crap from drinking her body weight in vodka last night, Daddy had to look after her! On with Daddy..... Billy loves his Daddy so much you'd not believe it, he get so excited we he sees him, i cant even have him in his highchair when Daddy comes home as he nearly rocks the thing over kicking with excitement when he arrives in the house, in any room he will always without fail crawl up to Daddy, he leans from whoever is holding him to get to Daddy. Daddy is def number one! I win on the cuddling stakes tho - thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my last post until at least Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5539966007431009411?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5539966007431009411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5539966007431009411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5539966007431009411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5539966007431009411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3936887155940465175</id><published>2007-06-17T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:19:11.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>How stupid can one Mummy be???</title><content type='html'>Monday at 9am i need to be in Manchester ready to start my course, when going on courses the company supply hire cars. So i went online to order my car to be delivered to me at home Sunday, knowing that National Car Hire aren't open Sunday expected it to arrive on Saturday. Saturday afternoon came and went no car arrived, then thought I'd check i booked it OK, so looked on the email turns out I've stupidly booked it for the 18th, yes the 18th is Monday, you know the day i am meant to be there! So come tomorrow morning i have no hire car here to get to Manchester and my car will be delivered long after i have gone! lucky i can actually use my own car as its fixed! DOH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3936887155940465175?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3936887155940465175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3936887155940465175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3936887155940465175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3936887155940465175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-stupid-can-one-mummy-be.html' title='How stupid can one Mummy be???'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2329923745791707460</id><published>2007-06-15T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:39:23.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this week......'/><title type='text'>The weather, it rained and it rained and it rained.......</title><content type='html'>It has now rained solid for the last two days, i can only remember been this bad twice in my life. Over 5ft of rain has fallen in some areas. I know its joked that it rains a lot in the UK but this has been excessive, there is flooding all over the region, people been evacuated from their houses and roads closed. A 5-10minute journey home from work took nearly a hour today, the roads were snided and most public transport cancelled. The picture below is one of the causes of my long journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076388295060957042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnL0Qi0PJ3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/wsUZzxBo9oI/s320/brian_smith_meadowhall_470_470x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of a pub called Nellie Denes, in Rotherham where Billy's Nanny P lived once with her parents when they were the the licences, was then called the Bridge Inn. Its not a nice pub but in its day it was. (Nanny P is my fathers wife) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076389566371276674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnL1ai0PJ4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/eRM_JJF2Jo4/s320/brian_rotherham2_470x365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know this is not bad in comparison to other countries but its strange for mine, on Monday we were trying to cool Billy bedroom down as it was 28degrees and today the heating is back on and its p***ing it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain continues........ hope it rains that much my course cant go ahead Monday! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-2329923745791707460?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2329923745791707460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2329923745791707460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2329923745791707460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2329923745791707460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/weather-it-rained-and-it-rained-and-it.html' title='The weather, it rained and it rained and it rained.......'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnL0Qi0PJ3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/wsUZzxBo9oI/s72-c/brian_smith_meadowhall_470_470x365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8419615330290412813</id><published>2007-06-14T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:59:46.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Asleep over with my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnEBPi0PJ2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/cFLq2IA7WGc/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075839621578827618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnEBPi0PJ2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/cFLq2IA7WGc/s400/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took this picture just after i got home last night from work, he always sleeps with his bum in the air - cant be comfy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been to weight watchers this morning not good news gained a pound! GRRRHHH! The ladies at WW love Billy, its like a competition as to who can get to hold him while i get weighed, then they try and feed him crap like jelly babies and biscuits. He refused the jelly babies, anyone who knows me reading this, will be wondering if he is really my son, as crap and sweets are my favourite foods, so for me to have son who doesn't like sweets is absolutely bizarre! He took the biscuit quite happily and beamed at them all, showing his one tooth smile. He was dressed all smart and now his car seat and clothes are cover in mushed up biscuit, not impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8419615330290412813?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8419615330290412813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8419615330290412813&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8419615330290412813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8419615330290412813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/asleep-over-with-my-friends.html' title='Asleep over with my friends'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RnEBPi0PJ2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/cFLq2IA7WGc/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8506726951752016528</id><published>2007-06-12T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:16:16.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Why Mummy is not happy!</title><content type='html'>Really fed up, my car broke down on Friday last week (running on 3cylinders, what ever that means??) It drives but not safe, earliest they could fix it was today. So Tosh drove my car sounding like a tractor to the garage this morning, they asked about servicing, my car was brand new last year and has to be serviced to maintain its warranty. I have had it serviced but not by them, so i now have to make my way up to the garage to provide proof of servicing and it gets worse they now aren't sure if it'll be fixed today!!! GRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting very worked up that i have to go on a course from work for a whole week and its next week! This is not option, i don't have all current training for my job and its very obvious. The course is in Manchester which isn't that far but its a slow journey, it would be pointless coming home, I'd have to leave at 5am to get there for 9am and coming home I'd leave at 5pm but not be home until 730-8pm so I'd not get any equality time at home and Billy would probably be asleep when i left and went! Oh and I'd be completely knacked! I am getting the time back in lieu, so when i get home i am off work for 10days (put some hols in too). He will get some quality time with his Daddy as he's taking some time off work and the rest of the time he'll be with either Grandma's.  I know its sound stupid but I keep thinking he's gonna forget me!!! Gonna be a tough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN GRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH, GRHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8506726951752016528?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8506726951752016528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8506726951752016528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8506726951752016528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8506726951752016528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-mummy-is-not-happy.html' title='Why Mummy is not happy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5011156611127594502</id><published>2007-06-10T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:16:09.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Our Second Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yep two years married, what crime could i have committed to have that sentence term! (JOKING) And 7years together in July.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really held much value in marriage and could never really see my self getting married, I'd seen my parents divorce and loads of people around me. I was always happy with living together until the day i said I wanted a child! I was told by Tosh (my husband) that he wasn't starting a family until we were married! So i had some planning to do! We had our holiday booked for the following year to Bali via Singapore, so that's were my planning began. I changed our holiday to a honeymoon and booked a our wedding, all planned in less than 9months. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073986609478575906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rmpr8C0PJyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/e5kq3OBNJhg/s400/V00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073987056155174706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmpsWC0PJzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EhP1vzRpLeQ/s400/CNV00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wedding day was wonderful and the 2nd best day of my life! 1st my beautiful boy been born! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love been Mrs B!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following year on our first wedding I was nearly due to pop, 3weeks off giving birth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a meal out for us this year, I've ended up working all weekend due to people been ill at work so not done much else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5011156611127594502?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5011156611127594502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5011156611127594502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5011156611127594502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5011156611127594502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-second-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Our Second Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rmpr8C0PJyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/e5kq3OBNJhg/s72-c/V00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4814438351714652004</id><published>2007-06-06T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:43:15.954+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Some of the funny things he does</title><content type='html'>He tries to drink the bath water from a old yogurt pot he plays with in the bath, try and stop him god, help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stuffs his whole dummy in his mouth, when i say whole the plastic and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts down toilet/kitchen roll card, Daddy showed him how. Daddy puts it on the out side of his lips and shouts down it, Billy manages to put his mouth around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He empties the pegs on to the floor, one by one, in fact he empties most things on to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has radar on his dummy and know where you've put it, even if it was a hour ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now walks every where and looks for you to say well done, like a little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he now climbs on you, mainly to get to hair or glasses, feet in face, tummy, back......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had this really loud fake sounding laugh, cant be real as he giggles when your playing with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a funny little boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4814438351714652004?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4814438351714652004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4814438351714652004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4814438351714652004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4814438351714652004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-of-funny-things-he-does.html' title='Some of the funny things he does'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7743825087635244390</id><published>2007-06-05T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:33:23.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The duckie nagnag! For those of you that dont speak Billy, I mean a dummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmUe8i0PJuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/u-Qy2W_HYVY/s1600-h/Image078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072494580789618402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmUe8i0PJuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/u-Qy2W_HYVY/s320/Image078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmUeii0PJtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9S93E_1Uo9M/s1600-h/Image077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7743825087635244390?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7743825087635244390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7743825087635244390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7743825087635244390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7743825087635244390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/duckie-nagnag-for-those-of-you-that.html' title='The duckie nagnag! For those of you that dont speak Billy, I mean a dummy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmUe8i0PJuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/u-Qy2W_HYVY/s72-c/Image078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9165574717022993886</id><published>2007-06-05T09:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:34:34.857+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KuTaDwj74dU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KuTaDwj74dU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-9165574717022993886?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9165574717022993886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9165574717022993886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9165574717022993886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9165574717022993886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/duckie-dummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-825523156336877133</id><published>2007-06-04T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:54:01.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Our plans.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmRr0lDvoyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ljRJWgc_xOg/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072297631371207458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmRr0lDvoyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ljRJWgc_xOg/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We go on holiday to Portugal in September and we'd discussed that when we got home we might start to try for another baby (scary) anyway i had set a proviso, been that we have a extension to our house. The reasons for the extension was that we currently have a spare room and the spare room is MINE! Mine meaning i use it for a dressing room. (Not that our house is small, think i am just greedy) Well after looking in to the cost of a extension, we cant afford another baby and a extension! The dilemma, youch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my next plan, we have had a design company out to redesign our master bedroom, granted we've kinda stolen this idea from one of our friends (but their new bedroom looks so good!) So i want loads of storage space and a dressing table in our room. This is a big ask, our house is only about 8years old and the thing about new houses in the UK is that none of the rooms are massive! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmRrb1DvoxI/AAAAAAAAAas/Cb6PmPUz0KQ/s1600-h/2454646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072297206169445138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmRrb1DvoxI/AAAAAAAAAas/Cb6PmPUz0KQ/s320/2454646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are of the plan and the design we are going to possibly adapt. I have this knack of choosing the most expensive and i don't mean, once I've seen the price. And guess what?? its bl**dy expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this problem of once I've decided i want something i have to have it, poor Tosh hey! Bless him he knew what i was like before he married me and he still went ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger is that we could end up looking like a Park Lane hotel room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby stuff, think we might hold off until January to practice for a new one, then their will be just over 2yrs between our children BUT hey watch this space! Who knows????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-825523156336877133?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/825523156336877133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=825523156336877133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/825523156336877133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/825523156336877133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-plans.html' title='Our plans.....'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RmRr0lDvoyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ljRJWgc_xOg/s72-c/Untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-6992305366848628323</id><published>2007-06-03T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:49:44.322+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>A busy day in the garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid177.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fw225%2Fem1701%2F707095db.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream177.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-6992305366848628323?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6992305366848628323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=6992305366848628323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/6992305366848628323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/6992305366848628323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-day-in-garden.html' title='A busy day in the garden'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2961324853886232909</id><published>2007-06-03T09:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:46:00.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toothies'/><title type='text'>HIS FIRST TOOTH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY! At last at 11months and a week old, his first tooth has cut through his gum. Its at the bottom at the left handside. Sneaky little thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-2961324853886232909?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2961324853886232909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2961324853886232909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2961324853886232909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2961324853886232909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/his-first-tooth.html' title='HIS FIRST TOOTH!!!!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-157736915994364274</id><published>2007-05-31T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:25:02.915+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>A Couple Dilemmas???</title><content type='html'>What do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training?? I've been and bought a potty yesterday after reading a book my MIL gave me, the book says to introduce the potty at about 9-12months. The reason i am thinking about this, I've seen recently a few of my friend really struggle as they have left it late, my friends little girl wont poo in her potty and is 2.5yrs old. When is best to start?? Should i buy another book? After asking my Mum turns out i was toilet trained by 18months and only had a nappy for bedtime. I am having to bigger expectations?? Is 18months plus more realistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakerwakers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt; has made me think about this when looking at her blog. In 4weeks time it will be Billy's 1st Birthday, well i have a cake dilemma! Just looked up on the Internet first birthday cake ideas, the choices are &lt;a href="http://www.wholesomebabyfood.com/tipFirstBDay.htm"&gt;Carrot Cake, Apple Swirl Cake &lt;/a&gt;or just my old time fav &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_36314,00.html"&gt;Nigella's Choco Fudge Cake&lt;/a&gt; (the one I've made loads of times and for everyones birthday) or a plain sponge? The point am getting to is that should it be healthy or sod it, feed him sugary junk food that one day??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-157736915994364274?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/157736915994364274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=157736915994364274&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/157736915994364274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/157736915994364274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/couple-dilemmas.html' title='A Couple Dilemmas???'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5743136507892699701</id><published>2007-05-31T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:54:41.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>The Weight Watchers news!</title><content type='html'>I am only posting because i am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; happy! God know how but i have actually lost 3.5lb in last 2weeks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; go last week, could be bothered and nearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go today as i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; have gained weight! WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5743136507892699701?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5743136507892699701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5743136507892699701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5743136507892699701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5743136507892699701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/weight-watchers-news.html' title='The Weight Watchers news!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-6611794279923505744</id><published>2007-05-28T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:45:54.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Little Walking Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-B4hISOGe0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-B4hISOGe0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-6611794279923505744?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6611794279923505744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=6611794279923505744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/6611794279923505744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/6611794279923505744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_28.html' title='Little Walking Boy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7912929723395380106</id><published>2007-05-27T18:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:28:46.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>A number 4 all over please Mummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my Mum (Grandma Susie) normally cuts his hair but it's been getting desperate and she's in Switzerland at the mo, so i decided to get the clippers out. He didn't let out a squeal, although Daddy's mobile phone was so interesting nothing would have bothered him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This photo is on the 25th May (too much hair and its curly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069307582513914610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlnMY1DvovI/AAAAAAAAAac/cAc5NdOOqPU/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069306216714314466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlnLJVDvouI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xh8pK7XSgN0/s320/Image036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069305993376015058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlnK8VDvotI/AAAAAAAAAaM/PNMDTYa-L_8/s320/Image035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069305632598762178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlnKnVDvosI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TSSzyefiF5w/s320/after.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After! I know it seems cruel but he looks a proper little boy now and the fluff has gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cant believe i nearly forgot this HE'S WALKED TODAY! Well i say walked he's taken 5 steps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7912929723395380106?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7912929723395380106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7912929723395380106&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7912929723395380106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7912929723395380106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/number-4-all-over-please-mummy.html' title='A number 4 all over please Mummy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlnMY1DvovI/AAAAAAAAAac/cAc5NdOOqPU/s72-c/DSC00602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3759448762191043157</id><published>2007-05-25T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:28:10.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>The toilet! Its not good, your gonna think we are scruffs!</title><content type='html'>Billy has a obsession with the toilet. We have 3 in our house, downstairs, on suite and a family bathroom. I have to shut the doors to every one of these rooms or you find him stood up looking in the toilet, that if the the lid isn't down and knowing my husband the lid wont be down. Well earlier the week, in true bloke style Tosh went for a wee with the door open, sure he wasn't thinking about what he was doing, suddenly two little hands popped up at the side of him then a little head peered over, I said didn't you stop and move him??? He said I could stop weeing! So what happened today?? The same but could have been worse, he popped up at the side while he was weeing but with the remote in his hand for our TV from our bedroom and was dangling it in the toilet but not in the water! (DON'T WORRY HE'S HAD HIS HANDS WASHED EACH TIME HE TOUCHED THE TOILET AND I TURNED IN TO MORE OF CLEAN FREAK THAN USUAL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3759448762191043157?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3759448762191043157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3759448762191043157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3759448762191043157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3759448762191043157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/toilet-its-not-good-your-gonna-think-we.html' title='The toilet! Its not good, your gonna think we are scruffs!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1785626046566887571</id><published>2007-05-25T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:58:18.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid177.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fw225%2Fem1701%2Ff2093d39.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream177.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1785626046566887571?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1785626046566887571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1785626046566887571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1785626046566887571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1785626046566887571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-176628827418182660</id><published>2007-05-24T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:34:19.106+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>How much can one boy get in his mouth???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlXYF1DvooI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6xP3wnB3-gM/s1600-h/Image020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194550329090690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlXYF1DvooI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6xP3wnB3-gM/s320/Image020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has pizza, cheese sandwich and potato wedges in there, i think he's gonna turn in to a hamster! Very strange combo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well his party is now booked, &lt;a href="http://www.abacus-bouncy-castles.co.uk/images/ballpool.jpg"&gt;the ball pit/bouncy castle&lt;/a&gt; is booked. Roll on the 30th June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been playing on the decking today and his knees, feet and hands were so dirty, his baby wash didn't get him clean, ended up using Mummy's shower gel! Good job he'd not been on the grass too - LOL. Oh forgetting we aren't allowed on the grass as Daddy has had the lawn doctor come and treat it! SADOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-176628827418182660?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/176628827418182660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=176628827418182660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/176628827418182660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/176628827418182660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-much-can-one-boy-get-in-his-mouth.html' title='How much can one boy get in his mouth???'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlXYF1DvooI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6xP3wnB3-gM/s72-c/Image020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3551056312887227935</id><published>2007-05-24T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:19:54.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>NEARLY......</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3551056312887227935?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3551056312887227935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3551056312887227935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3551056312887227935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3551056312887227935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/nearly.html' title='NEARLY......'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5497667362731383633</id><published>2007-05-23T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:22:59.089+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>In nearly a month, YES a month and Billy will be ONE whole year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Planning his birthday party is turning into a nightmare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start we were just going to have small BBQ, well that idea doesn't seem possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few reasons, if you invite one of our friends, you have to invite them all and they all have been breeding! Breeding?? Well yes, nearly all of your friends have gone from a couple to a family and if not, they are ready to pop a family. We have 2 couples due to have a baby soon and have over 7couples who have babies that go up to the age of 3yrs! COMPLETE NIGHTMARE, this doesn't include, his Grand Parents, Aunties, Uncles and 4 cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is that we've been invited to all party's for the babies that have had them, i don't want my baby's birthday to go unnoticed so i think I am going to invite everyone. This may seem excessive but I'm thinking of hiring a ball pit, i know Billy wont really use it but if i keeps the the 11+kids quiet and from wrecking my garden/house it'd be worth every penny. My house is a quiet big detached and the garden is all usable space and fenced in all the way around, so i think it will be OK! Can you tell from my post that i am really panicking? who'd have thought a 1yr old party could be such a nightmare?? And its gonna cost a fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lined my self up for this in the past, as when we bought our house we were about the only couple to have bought a house, so we used to have BBQ's and invite everyone and now its just expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bonus will be that later when kids have gone and we are pi**ed the adults can use the ball pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i mad?? I know i know i do think about things too hard but i like to plan every last detail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5497667362731383633?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5497667362731383633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5497667362731383633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5497667362731383633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5497667362731383633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-nearly-month-yes-monthy-billy-will.html' title='In nearly a month, YES a month and Billy will be ONE whole year old!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-177806804274056942</id><published>2007-05-23T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:40:34.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>What i've noticed</title><content type='html'>Before i start I'm not saying he's hyperactive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regularly visit Luke his little friend who is 6 weeks younger and we see Kian who is 6weeks older and i have friends with children so i have seen quite a few kids grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that Billy is like he'd been wound up and let go, he never stops, he's into everything, he shouts when he wants something and will start to jump in frustration, he pants when he gets that excited about stuff, he wants everything that other children have got and will push them out of the way to get it, he takes no notice even when shouted at and moved away. And even shakes his head at you when you say NO, quite funny but the word NO now means nothing. From the kids party he went to at the weekend i saw a definite difference between him and the kids of a similar age to him, he was no timid little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have my work cut out with him, I don't give him any sweets/biscuits or processed stuff and from the looks of his behaviour i don't want to either, thankfully he doesn't seem to like them. I think i need new tactics so i don't end up with a unruly little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite offended when one of the Mums commented about him, saying 'God does he ever stop, thank goodness my boy's not like that!' I had to stop my self from been a complete bitch and saying something nasty back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd not noticed how active he was until recent, at least he's a happy boy and loves everyone who talks to him, i just thought all babies were always on the go, all the time like him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-177806804274056942?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/177806804274056942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=177806804274056942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/177806804274056942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/177806804274056942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ive-noticed.html' title='What i&apos;ve noticed'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1446004089496938095</id><published>2007-05-23T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:23:25.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Sleeping like a baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlMzb1DvonI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D0k1IYMutl4/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067450558914208370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlMzb1DvonI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D0k1IYMutl4/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've cracked it! YAY last two mornings he's still be in bed asleep at 730am! I sneaked this picture of him just as i was going to bed last night - dont they just melt your heart when they are laid so comfy and calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1446004089496938095?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1446004089496938095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1446004089496938095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1446004089496938095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1446004089496938095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleeping-like-baby.html' title='Sleeping like a baby!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlMzb1DvonI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D0k1IYMutl4/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4931005260285558436</id><published>2007-05-21T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:09:25.677+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this week......'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>This week....</title><content type='html'>Been a busy one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work is terrible as per usual, but off now for 10days and I cant wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Billy has a new word, goes something like nanananing and points to everything but mainly his dummy which at the moment seems the most important thing in the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has learnt how to open the bin in the kitchen (see video) and he opens it go to collect something and then drops it in, he's not picky anything will do shoes, tea towels, pegs, toys.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's mastered picking his beaker up on his own and can actually drink from it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our apartment we have booked for our holiday was cancelled! Luck they've put us in another but imagine my upset upon opening the email! &lt;a href="http://www.algarvegetaways.com/rentals/sol_as/sol_as.htm"&gt;Apartment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is also obsessed with trying to get up stairs and if turn my back he can be at the top in seconds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;His bad Mummy let him burn his hand, I have our spare room as my dressing room where i do my hair, make up and get dressed, he loves the room and at any opportunity he will go in there, he even checks to see if door is shut properly, turns out it wasn't and the next thing i heard him scream and he was holding my hair dryer. I really didn't think anything about it until we found blisters on his hand in the grill shape of my hairdryer! Feeling very very guilty about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not lost any weight this week at WW, really i should have gained with crap I've eaten so not upset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He attended his first kids party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCOSFDvohI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8CH485cdDJg/s1600-h/good.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066706022038479378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCOSFDvohI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8CH485cdDJg/s200/good.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCOvVDvoiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/zDnjWOQhFUM/s1600-h/ball+pit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066706524549653026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCOvVDvoiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/zDnjWOQhFUM/s200/ball+pit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of Luke, the little boy over the road. Just made me chuckle that they'd cleared the tables and he was still sat eating on his own. But it was a iced party ring, so i suppose that was more important!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066708710688006706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCQulDvojI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ymv6s-YNYiI/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4931005260285558436?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4931005260285558436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4931005260285558436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4931005260285558436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4931005260285558436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-week_20.html' title='This week....'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCOSFDvohI/AAAAAAAAAYs/8CH485cdDJg/s72-c/good.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-555295737653419043</id><published>2007-05-21T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:27:40.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Mind your fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/MVI_0005-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-555295737653419043?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/555295737653419043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=555295737653419043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/555295737653419043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/555295737653419043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/mind-your-fingers.html' title='Mind your fingers!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8401735341912864029</id><published>2007-05-21T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:31:40.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Out twice in 2 days to eat and to the farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCShVDvokI/AAAAAAAAAZE/pwk-NXRw9iA/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066710682077995586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCShVDvokI/AAAAAAAAAZE/pwk-NXRw9iA/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky i borrowed a bib yesterday or we'd have been going home! He had home made burgers and chunky chips, and pretty much ate none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066711223243874898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCTA1DvolI/AAAAAAAAAZM/iNPe5D0ZxfU/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So many piglets... soooooooooooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066711614085898850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCTXlDvomI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mbLi2bNNHZ0/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Mummy i love the swing push me harder!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8401735341912864029?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8401735341912864029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8401735341912864029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8401735341912864029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8401735341912864029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/out-twice-in-2-days-to-eat-and-to-farm.html' title='Out twice in 2 days to eat and to the farm'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RlCShVDvokI/AAAAAAAAAZE/pwk-NXRw9iA/s72-c/DSC00586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5387066740940187713</id><published>2007-05-19T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:06:43.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>I have time to take pictures but not blog properly. Off work from sat lunch time for 10days!</title><content type='html'>A new toy but the box is far more interesting! I think i spoil him, this is apparently for his birthday in June! I only went to buy his little friend Kian a present for his birthday. Its Kian's first birthday party on Saturday and the first birthday party of one of his little friend. Soon Billy will be a year old..... SCARY!!!!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rk4Gp1DvofI/AAAAAAAAAYc/C8ujc_zUC0s/s1600-h/Image017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065993946525573618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rk4Gp1DvofI/AAAAAAAAAYc/C8ujc_zUC0s/s320/Image017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rk4G8lDvogI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-pojnLiaSbs/s1600-h/Image019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065994268648120834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rk4G8lDvogI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-pojnLiaSbs/s320/Image019.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember my post about too many toys???? LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5387066740940187713?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5387066740940187713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5387066740940187713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5387066740940187713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5387066740940187713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-time-to-take-pictures-but-not.html' title='I have time to take pictures but not blog properly. Off work from sat lunch time for 10days!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rk4Gp1DvofI/AAAAAAAAAYc/C8ujc_zUC0s/s72-c/Image017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8740354881908813370</id><published>2007-05-16T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:16:42.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Mummy is such a plank!</title><content type='html'>No Billy this morning, he's with Grandma H for the day. I'd got planned a hair cut this morning and work 1-930pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i went for my hair cut in Sheffield City Centre, parked in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NCP&lt;/span&gt;, possibly the most expensive car park in the world. Got my ticket on the way in and went for hair cut, came back with my mop cut, validated my ticket and off i went to the barrier. Upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arriving&lt;/span&gt; at the barrier to leave i realised i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have my ticket, turned my car up side down and went through pockets. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; i must have dropped it as i got in car, so made 2cars behind me reverse up so i could turn round and got back to my space. NO TICKET! So i had to go back down to the barrier and tell the man at customer services what a prat i was loosing my ticket! The BA**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ARD&lt;/span&gt; charged me again!!!! F*** get! So i am nearly fifty quid lighter for one hair cut!!&lt;br /&gt;My day can only get better, off to work now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8740354881908813370?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8740354881908813370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8740354881908813370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8740354881908813370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8740354881908813370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/mummy-is-such-plank.html' title='Mummy is such a plank!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7024582010155709097</id><published>2007-05-14T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:07:10.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madeleinemccann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missing Madeleine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; - click to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a week since youngster Madeleine McCann went missing from an Algarve holiday resort. The four-year-old, from Rothley, Leicestershire, Uk, disappeared from an apartment in Praia da Luz on May 3. Madeleine had been left sleeping with her brother and sister, two-year-old twins Sean and Amelie, while her parents, Gerry and Kate, dined at a nearby restaurant. In the UK at the moment this is the biggest news, as so it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://madeleinemccann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 132px" height="110" alt="Madeleine McCann" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7077/384673276079665/185/z/214586/gse_multipart69888.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madeleine McCann missing in Portugal. Have you seen her?&lt;br /&gt;Please contact: +351 289 884 500, + 351 282 405 400, +351 218 641 000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Madeleine McCann desapareceu em Portugal. Tem informações sobre o seu paradeiro?&lt;br /&gt;Por favor contacte: 289 884 500, 282 405 400, 218 641 000, 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="VE_Player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid329/cid1124/7C/UC/1178764468wRVdmTnYkRtwXA6VTZNa&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bebo.com/watchtv"&gt;Watch More Bebo Tv&lt;/a&gt; Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://bebo.com/watchuser/564869487"&gt;Steph-Cee.bebo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7024582010155709097?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7024582010155709097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7024582010155709097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7024582010155709097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7024582010155709097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-madeleine.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9080377905502372811</id><published>2007-05-14T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:38:15.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>I'm even fed up with bread!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064346181085374274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkgsBQczJ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ikq7PRT_Al0/s320/4576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am happy with the mess i've made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064346649236809554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkgscgczJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/OgeHECkfYGU/s320/68797898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our art work and this is as artistic as i get! (our kitchen wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064347366496348002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkgtGQczJ2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/n7DiT1GpCsA/s320/Image009+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saw a picture like this on another blog. Just to show how little he actually is! I do think we forget he's so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064347997856540530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkgtrAczJ3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/wZcQyyZ5Isc/s320/Image007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-9080377905502372811?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9080377905502372811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9080377905502372811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9080377905502372811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9080377905502372811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-even-fed-up-with-bread.html' title='I&apos;m even fed up with bread!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkgsBQczJ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ikq7PRT_Al0/s72-c/4576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-561163916556606966</id><published>2007-05-14T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:56:44.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this week......'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>This week....</title><content type='html'>Not much happened really in fact very dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy's football Sheffield United have been religated today and he'd not yet home suspect it will be like the world had ended today when he finally arrives home!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy has been incredibly grumpy all week, with no let up. His cold is still here and showing no signs of going, so snotty noses it is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The doc did naff all about his ingrowing toe nails, given me antibiotic cream and said when they get inflamed again to bring he straight back. Apparently they still haven't formed properly and no doctor will touch them at the mo, one reason is they still could correct them self's and the second is that he'd have to have general anesthetic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost 2lb's at WW this week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/1974538217754501919-561163916556606966?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/561163916556606966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=561163916556606966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/561163916556606966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/561163916556606966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-week.html' title='This week....'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1289922574630540928</id><published>2007-05-10T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:33:57.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>Doctors tomorrow, what we pay out taxes for!!!</title><content type='html'>Since he was born Billy has had ingrowing toe nails, I asked when he was born about them and by both the hospital and our health visitor i was told they would get better and they never have. About 2weeks ago i notice a crack the whole way down one of his nails and that there we signs of blood, so tomorrow we are off to the doctors and i will move hell and high water to make them do something about this now because i don't want him to have this problem all his life, failing that we WILL (Tosh you reading) go private and see a specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading &lt;a href="http://babybanana2.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Hannah's Blog&lt;/a&gt; about BB's skin and i know they are two different things but it really annoys me the British National Health Services attitudes to illness the fact they always give you a appointment and it takes weeks/months to see anyone! Reading the blog made me remember when Billy was tiny and how bad his skin was when we first bought him home, it was so bad that i went to the doctors in the morning and by the afternoon he'd been referred and was seeing a paed at the hospital, who look couldn't find any reason for it so referred him to a skin specialist and the appointment took nearly 6weeks to arrive but thankfully he was better by then, but the lack of concern is amazing! The picture was taken on the 5Th August and he was born the 28Th June so he was just over 5weeks old and he had the rash from coming home from hospital at 5day&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkLHygczJyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/W14u_sa3LbA/s1600-h/Image004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062828601635972898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkLHygczJyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/W14u_sa3LbA/s320/Image004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s old and what you can see on his face was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can give Hannah some suggestions/advice please go over to her page and post a comment.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkLIFwczJzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lC8KR3C5JFI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is strange looking at this photo, as it really doesnt look like my little boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1289922574630540928?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1289922574630540928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1289922574630540928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1289922574630540928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1289922574630540928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/doctors-tomorrow-what-we-pay-out-taxes.html' title='Doctors tomorrow, what we pay out taxes for!!!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkLHygczJyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/W14u_sa3LbA/s72-c/Image004+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1172879209681738704</id><published>2007-05-09T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:24:43.624+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>Possibly the messiest dinner ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkC9JAczJwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o8Tx3Gtzdfs/s1600-h/12343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062253943601702658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkC9JAczJwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o8Tx3Gtzdfs/s320/12343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner today was fish pie, he managed to get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mashed potato's everywhere, including up his nose. Not really mentioned his eating habits for a while, quite strange considering i set off calling the blog eatingbigfood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eating habits are pretty good at the moment although veg and fruit are still the enemy and only eaten if hidden or if hes feeling like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now down to milk in the morning from a beaker(sippy cup) and bed time one a bottle only managing 10oz pr day but he eats plenty so not worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is possibly the mardiest baby around at the mo, I'm gonna say it but it'll not be true HE MIGHT BE TEETHING??? He just sits and cry's for no reason and crawls around crying again for apparent reason, he'll chomp on anything and randomly try's to chomp things that are the strangest things possible, like the window or TV stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another hair cut today, thank goodness my mother is a hairdresser! Such a fluffy curly head he's got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1172879209681738704?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1172879209681738704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1172879209681738704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1172879209681738704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1172879209681738704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/possibly-messiest-dinner-ever.html' title='Possibly the messiest dinner ever!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RkC9JAczJwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o8Tx3Gtzdfs/s72-c/12343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3025841230247252598</id><published>2007-05-08T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:21:17.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Into everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 800px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w177.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/1178569224.pbw" height="240" width="800"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3025841230247252598?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3025841230247252598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3025841230247252598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3025841230247252598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3025841230247252598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/into-everything.html' title='Into everything!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8294856517762771608</id><published>2007-05-08T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:33:41.683+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POOP'/><title type='text'>Sorry POOP again!</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post about the recent POOP incident! Sorry guys you must know by now that poo amuses me! Anyways..... after the BBQ we came home and Billy went straight to bed without a bath, so the following morning Daddy passed him to me in the shower for a quick rinse and always after he's been washed hes allowed to &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-funny-seeing-my-self-in-mirror.html"&gt;jump on our bed&lt;/a&gt; and look at him self in mirror but naked! I heard Daddy shout OH GOD so when i went in the bedroom there was a perfectly formed poo sat on our nice clean bed looking up at me, Billy was still jumping and looking very proud of him self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8294856517762771608?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8294856517762771608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8294856517762771608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8294856517762771608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8294856517762771608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-poop-again.html' title='Sorry POOP again!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9022865783976055380</id><published>2007-05-08T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:58:08.689+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Too many toys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rj-EnQczJuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zi85vy8g1JE/s1600-h/Image005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061910316153251554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rj-EnQczJuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zi85vy8g1JE/s320/Image005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember it well, about a month after Billy was born i bought him a toy box and vowed that once it was full he had enough toys downstairs! What went wrong??? He's taken over my house! I'd not really have it any other way but it turning in to constant battle to keep tidy! The toy box is actually under all that! &lt;a href="http://www.johnlewis.com/Furniture/Children"&gt;The toy box&lt;/a&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/1974538217754501919-9022865783976055380?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9022865783976055380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9022865783976055380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9022865783976055380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9022865783976055380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-many-toys.html' title='Too many toys!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rj-EnQczJuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zi85vy8g1JE/s72-c/Image005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5230685748600107054</id><published>2007-05-07T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:57:06.391+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this week......'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Some catching up to do.....</title><content type='html'>Don't feel like I've had a minute all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What been happening some important some not so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tosh's boss's funeral on Thursday (died at age 60 of cancer, very quickly only found out in January he was ill)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new boss has been announced and as i was slightly worried i had good reason to be as its &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-again.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've had ants in our house - i was very upset! I hope no one thinks this is because my house is filthy because its far from that. Turns out when mentioned lots of people have them at the mo, even been on the news. Apparently its because we've had a mild winter??!! But i have gutted the house from top to bottom and now have traps everywhere! (no sign of them anymore)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've joined weight watchers finally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/1974538217754501919-5230685748600107054?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5230685748600107054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5230685748600107054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5230685748600107054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5230685748600107054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-catching-up-to-do.html' title='Some catching up to do.....'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5317137014159555263</id><published>2007-05-05T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:50:30.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Aunty Claire's BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rj4hGQczJsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TEZRfB7WZ5o/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061519422589707970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rj4hGQczJsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TEZRfB7WZ5o/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a dirty burger (dirty means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;processed&lt;/span&gt;) and typically he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed it! Ash, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Claire's&lt;/span&gt; little girl is 8yrs old and was desperate to hold Billy, initially it scared me but after a few beers she was welcome to, she spent ages walking him around the garden. Quite funny that one of Ash's friends came over and asked if she could pick Billy up, so i confidently said of course, she then returned and said Ash says I cant and its her house! Kids hey! Made me giggle to my self, because one day i have all that to come! He loved the attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my drunken thoughts i was looking around and there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; one of us who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; got a child or who was expecting. How life changes, 2years ago i was just about to get married and i was the first too and at that point only two of my friends had children now look, its babies and bumps galore. Its good though that we all are going have children of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5317137014159555263?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5317137014159555263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5317137014159555263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5317137014159555263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5317137014159555263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/aunty-claires-bbq.html' title='Aunty Claire&apos;s BBQ'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rj4hGQczJsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TEZRfB7WZ5o/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7102039124944838901</id><published>2007-05-02T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:20:36.912+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>New things.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rjg7sgczJrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7lR2PboEHt4/s1600-h/clk_orinoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059859817161762482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rjg7sgczJrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7lR2PboEHt4/s200/clk_orinoko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RjeGdgczJnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d7HdfYj152I/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059660547859097202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RjeGdgczJnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d7HdfYj152I/s200/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a busy day, walking from one end of the garden to the other and back and forth....... He has a new garden toy, which can be used as a walker and a ride one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; think its designed for biting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching him walking today and seeing that his pram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trainers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; offer much support i've been and bought his first proper pair of shoes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clarks,&lt;/span&gt; he was a size 3G gets his fat feet from his Daddy!&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/1974538217754501919-7102039124944838901?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7102039124944838901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7102039124944838901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7102039124944838901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7102039124944838901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-things.html' title='New things.................'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rjg7sgczJrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7lR2PboEHt4/s72-c/clk_orinoko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-219995912575907929</id><published>2007-05-02T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:43:58.916+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Back &amp; Forward, back &amp; forward......</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/walk.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-219995912575907929?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/219995912575907929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=219995912575907929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/219995912575907929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/219995912575907929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-forward-back-forward.html' title='Back &amp; Forward, back &amp; forward......'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3002475719616516378</id><published>2007-05-01T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T09:23:57.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Its time to get up at 5am Mummy &amp; Daddy!</title><content type='html'>I haven't mentioned it for a while as thing aren't bad, we have been using controlled crying and with persistence its worked a treat. He's pretty much always gone to sleep at bedtime no prob, he still screams during the night if he looses his dummy but once the plug is in he's gone again. I've had to use it for his day time naps, as shush patting doesn't now work since he can move so quick and then be stood up in a millisecond. Never really agreed with CC but since he's no longer a little baby i thought it was worth a try and persistence has paid off he now goes in his cot for naps screams for about 30seconds, moans for another 2mins and he's gone. BIG BIG ISSUE now is that he gets up at 5am most mornings, which really is not good! Tried making the upstairs darker and his bedroom darker which did work the first day, he stayed in bed until 715am the first morning but since then he's been up anything between 5am-630am. Any suggestions welcome! I know I've had it pretty good and some people never get a nights sleep but when its not what your used to its a pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3002475719616516378?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3002475719616516378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3002475719616516378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3002475719616516378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3002475719616516378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-time-to-get-up-at-5am-mummy-dadday.html' title='Its time to get up at 5am Mummy &amp; Daddy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1693309249098453994</id><published>2007-04-29T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:45:56.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>Such a skilled eater! From the serving bowl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/MVI_0013-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1693309249098453994?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1693309249098453994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1693309249098453994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1693309249098453994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1693309249098453994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/such-skilled-eater-from-serving-bowl.html' title='Such a skilled eater! From the serving bowl!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4084504253353149187</id><published>2007-04-29T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:41:30.365+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>The new beaker for his milk!</title><content type='html'>The first morning with his new beaker he drunk nearly it all, the second morning he left nearly it all and i was that concerned that he'd drunk so little that i went and got a bottle and fed him with that and the little monster drunk it all from his bottle. Is it far too early for  him, at only 10months for me to have such high expectations of him?? and if he's happy with this bottle should i let him keep it? or should i be strong and stand my ground?? (do feel guilty standing my ground with it tho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4084504253353149187?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4084504253353149187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4084504253353149187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4084504253353149187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4084504253353149187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-beaker-for-his-milk.html' title='The new beaker for his milk!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3674677416139029910</id><published>2007-04-29T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:42:58.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>One grumpy Mummy!</title><content type='html'>I am grumpy, think I'm run down and tired! I have a sore throat that I've had for 5days not any signs of developing into anything nasty but no signs of going either and i have ulcers in my mouth! All i seem to do is work and deal with w**kers, i had a customer put her hand up to my face the other day and tell me i was stupid! I cant believe what i tolerate sometimes, well i didn't really but i wasn't lowering my self to that level! I am pi**ed off we are skint this month, work got my return to work wage wrong and my bonus, so they showed it as been paid this financial year (starts April in UK) so i have been taxed more than a actual months wage, I've gone in to super tax bracket! So i have nearly half the money i am used to having to live off! It will catch up over the year but that doesn't help now! I am struggling to say anything positive today - sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3674677416139029910?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3674677416139029910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3674677416139029910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3674677416139029910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3674677416139029910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-grumpy-mummy.html' title='One grumpy Mummy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7087585037244161259</id><published>2007-04-27T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:11:12.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>A brave move by Mummy. Maybe a couple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RjEE-QczJmI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PO73xgNDIko/s1600-h/DSC00307+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057829324127938146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RjEE-QczJmI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PO73xgNDIko/s200/DSC00307+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After realising a few days ago when going through my diary with my Mum, shes away when its Tosh's cousins wedding in July and Billy is not invited (my choice really he'd not be bothered if he went and i could have a drink. Plus there aren't really any kids going) so panic kicked in! Who could have him?? I asked my step sister and she'd got plans, Grandma H will be at the wedding, so who else would i want to leave my precious boy with?? Well the only other person was my father and my step Mum, but the problem been there is that he's not seen them much of recent and the last few times we've been hes clung to me nearly all the time we have been there. Well i asked anyway and of course the answer was yes, so i now have to visit more. Don't mind at all but its just remembering as i very rarely get a minute........ The thing is when we do visit he makes me look like a super protective Mum he pulls on my trouser legs to be picked up, wont let me pass him to them and always crawls back to me, i don't think I've done anything to make him like that, he just doesn't like strangers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided its time to start looking for a new job so I've put my CV together today and got my by bro to have a look at it (good start really as he owns his own recruitment agency, not in my area tho), not in any rush as if i leave before July i have to pay back my return to work bonus. But its time to stop moaning and make the change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a new beaker today, i know what i wanted and like everything when i decide I'm doing it, i have to that day. Had to go to three different shops to get the one i had in my head, might i add it needed to be blue(no wonder i never get a minute). From tomorrow morning he will be drinking his mornings milk for this &lt;a href="http://www.tommeetippee.co.uk/shop/products/super-sipper-9-months.html"&gt;Tommee Tippee Super sipper free flow&lt;/a&gt; and I'll continue to let him have milk at night from a bottle. And the beaker will NOT be sterilised! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture at the top is at Nanny P's ( my step Mum's) and his smaller version of his new beaker is behind him - I know i know i could have just used that but i wanted a big one for milk. Call me odd, strange whatever i don't care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and he weighed 18lb 9oz today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7087585037244161259?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7087585037244161259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7087585037244161259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7087585037244161259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7087585037244161259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/brave-move-by-mummy-maybe-couple.html' title='A brave move by Mummy. Maybe a couple!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RjEE-QczJmI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PO73xgNDIko/s72-c/DSC00307+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7420108034688786174</id><published>2007-04-26T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:05:54.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>The boy who ate and ate and ate untill he burst! Or Mummy took his food off him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-jfgczJgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EfeO2xPmxhg/s1600-h/IMG_0005+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057440668242355714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-jfgczJgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EfeO2xPmxhg/s320/IMG_0005+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sure he'll hate me for that photo when he's older!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's now decided that he no longer wants a afternoon bottle, we are now just on wake up bottle and bedtime one, quite happy to be honest - getting rather fed up with washing and sterilizing bottles, cant wait for that 12months mark when i can stop sterilising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's now up to 14 raisins wheat's in the morning(max hes having), a normal lunch of something like a sandwich and pear and then his dinner. Very funny that his first 2 meals of the day are getting close to the amount that i eat! He's never very good with dinner as he's beginning to get tired by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's now walking round with all the furniture and pulling him self up on everything, including my trousers which I'm sure he'll pull down one day and they'll end up round my ankles! He can balance for a few seconds and also can walk the length of the room pushing his walker. Surprising how quick they master new skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since dropping his afternoon bottle, his poop has firmed up, today i had a disastrous nappy change. He is not easy to change at the best of times now and defiantly not on his changing table as he twists and rolls so much. Anyway i put him on the floor to change his nappy not expecting the disgusting nappy he'd done, well foolishly I'd not put the mat on the floor so when i removed the nappy he rolled and he rolled s**t everywhere and it was the type of s**t that sticks so removing via baby wipe wasn't a options, i had to pick it out of the carpet with my nails - i could have been sick. You'd have thought i know by now as he's nearly 10months, how too do a good nappy change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7420108034688786174?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7420108034688786174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7420108034688786174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7420108034688786174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7420108034688786174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/boy-who-ate-and-ate-and-ate-untill-he.html' title='The boy who ate and ate and ate untill he burst! Or Mummy took his food off him!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-jfgczJgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EfeO2xPmxhg/s72-c/IMG_0005+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5285312673756589852</id><published>2007-04-26T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:15:55.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>The Managers Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-osgczJlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PvULrnCjW-k/s1600-h/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057446389138794066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-osgczJlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PvULrnCjW-k/s320/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-oOAczJhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7-2ny9cUs2s/s1600-h/DSC00547+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057445865152783890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-oOAczJhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7-2ny9cUs2s/s320/DSC00547+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-ohgczJjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KLYifeebAAU/s1600-h/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057446200160233010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-ohgczJjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KLYifeebAAU/s320/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-oYgczJiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rjmRxIit3pc/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057446045541410338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-oYgczJiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rjmRxIit3pc/s320/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party night at the conference, the fancy dress theme was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Galactic&lt;/span&gt; glam! Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;galactic&lt;/span&gt; glam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasn't&lt;/span&gt; easy outfit to plan either, i did hire a Abba outfit, that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wear as one of the other managers who i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; had hired the same. Very good job i am so anal in my planning and i had a choice of 3 to wear. For those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know me, i have to plan everything to the word and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of time, think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; possibly a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;obsessive&lt;/span&gt; compulsive (mild tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very eventful night, was told by Alex my boss, the one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been complaining about that he's stepped down (bet he's been demoted more like) anyway my hope and dreams have come true but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; now back in limbo not knowing who could be my boss....... Do you notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; never happy, can never win!&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/1974538217754501919-5285312673756589852?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5285312673756589852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5285312673756589852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5285312673756589852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5285312673756589852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/managers-conference.html' title='The Managers Conference'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Ri-osgczJlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PvULrnCjW-k/s72-c/DSC00057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-302734319401374507</id><published>2007-04-21T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:16:32.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>A whole new adventure!</title><content type='html'>The stairs.... yes the stairs, didn't think he'd manage them until we caught him on the third one up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's been and hired fancy dress for works conference next week, will post you some pictures of me looking a complete idiot! ( i already look a prat, I've had a fake tan disaster - orange palms, hands, ankles......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has had two hours to make the gate for the decking today and managed to realise that he cant! So Uncle C has another job I suspect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-302734319401374507?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/302734319401374507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=302734319401374507&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/302734319401374507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/302734319401374507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/whole-new-adventure.html' title='A whole new adventure!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1281881123663668910</id><published>2007-04-20T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:03:37.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>The melon, strawberry &amp; blueberry lolly! (wouldnt hold it himself)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/Lolly.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1281881123663668910?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1281881123663668910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1281881123663668910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1281881123663668910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1281881123663668910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/melon-strawberry-blueberry-lolly.html' title='The melon, strawberry &amp; blueberry lolly! (wouldnt hold it himself)'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-73347555998376044</id><published>2007-04-20T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:54:50.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>A big boyz lunch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rijg91eSLyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Eahfo7R9hps/s1600-h/Image012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055537934654123810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rijg91eSLyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Eahfo7R9hps/s320/Image012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is my friends little boy C and Billy enjoying tomato sausage and veg pancakes. It was like feeding time at the zoo. C had tomato sauce with his, quite amusing he's nearly 2.5yrs old and he kept saying "dip, dip, dip, dipping" and even when he'd still got some left "more dipping Mummy, more dipping Mummy" interpreted that means "more sauce please Mummy". Billy is just mesmerised by other children, he may have been staring but it didn't put him off his food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-73347555998376044?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/73347555998376044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=73347555998376044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/73347555998376044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/73347555998376044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-boyz-lunch.html' title='A big boyz lunch!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rijg91eSLyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Eahfo7R9hps/s72-c/Image012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7988663357240637047</id><published>2007-04-20T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:59:34.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Daddy come on, i could help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rijiw1eSLzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ckqiAe8xkCs/s1600-h/Image015+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055539910339079986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rijiw1eSLzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ckqiAe8xkCs/s320/Image015+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Daddy through the window cutting the grass, he stood there for a good 20mins. He thought it was hilarious, wouldn't it be good to have insight in to what goes on in his head???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7988663357240637047?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7988663357240637047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7988663357240637047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7988663357240637047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7988663357240637047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/daddy-come-on-i-could-help.html' title='Daddy come on, i could help!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rijiw1eSLzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ckqiAe8xkCs/s72-c/Image015+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7339622848851933197</id><published>2007-04-19T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:13:14.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Daddy isnt that funny really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/giggling.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7339622848851933197?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7339622848851933197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7339622848851933197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7339622848851933197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7339622848851933197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/daddy-isnt-that-funny-really.html' title='Daddy isnt that funny really!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2280485960240355749</id><published>2007-04-19T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:12:21.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No work for 2 days and i cant wait. Today was meant to be a 8am-1pm shift and i finally arrived home at 6pm! So much for my regional manager, today i bailed him out for some very sticky spots staffing wise and i was so nice to him i made my self feel sick. I've decided I'm gonna rise above it all. I do know he's given bo**ockings out today about gossiping about my boss's job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy has had a mixed few days with both Granny's, hes so busy now i don't think he'd care really who he was with, so longs as he can crawl up to things touch things, then turn and look as though to say "have you seen me??" He's also started to cry when told no, kind of cute but i we have to try not to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take him to b weighed tomorrow as he seems to have turned into a right little chunk and suddenly very strong too. As i found out earlier when playing with him and he pushed his foot at my neck! Oh and I'm going to join weight watchers in the morning, I've done it before so i can loose weight again. The funny thing is i can actually do the points thing but I'm so greedy i am always gonna start from tomorrow or Monday, i think i need the weekly weigh in motivation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-2280485960240355749?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2280485960240355749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2280485960240355749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2280485960240355749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2280485960240355749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-work-for-2-days-and-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9189457540037515813</id><published>2007-04-18T02:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:53:57.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Work again!</title><content type='html'>I'll make it short or at least I'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really unhappy at work, my new boss is terrible &lt;a href="http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-is-wank-sorry-mum-if-your-reading.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;. I have been hearing rumours about him getting the bullet, so while he's on holidays this week I've asked my regional manager about it. In normal regional manager style he's not giving much away, apart from things will be changing. So i then asked if Cheryl a manager that i know is in the running for his job, he replied no, so i said well she thinks its a done deal and the job is hers. Turns out he's been asking people who he thought would be interested, if they really are?! But before i even got chance to tell him I'm not interested he told me i wouldn't be considered as i am not experienced enough and don't work enough hours....  very nice of him. I do have the experience but its not current as it seems I'm been punished for having a baby and taking 10months maternity leave, the funny thing is i didn't actually want the job until I've been told i cant have it! Back in the real world once home and talking to my husband, i don't really want it but i am rather upset, that my years of hard work don't earn me any respect! And even worse one of the people asked if they are interested in my Boss's job is my previous deputy manager Sarah, who i trained. I am trying to be the bigger person and accepting that my life has changed and that i don't want the job but its hard as its what I've always aspired too! Don't get me wrong i am proud that Sarah is considered capable of doing the job and that i trained her up for it but also at the same time i feel hugely insulted. As my husband says tho better the devil you know.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to remember my baby wont be little for long and that its my choice to work part time, i know one day I'll have my career back! And I'd rather have my beautiful boy than work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-9189457540037515813?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9189457540037515813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9189457540037515813&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9189457540037515813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9189457540037515813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-again.html' title='Work again!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5293922519177623697</id><published>2007-04-16T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:11:14.191+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>A busy day in all! And a photo mad Mummy!</title><content type='html'>Grandma brought him a swing from Uncle M's house. We get lots of off casts from them as Billy's cousin Matthew is 6months older, so when he's out grown stuff we generally get it. The big advantage there is that they have more money than us so their seconds are normally s**t hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053726156542970402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJxKeDYCiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vbeQwEpO77c/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He's been playing on the decking now Daddy has re-oiled it, i wasn't very impressed with him crawling on it but try stopping him - no chance! The most interesting bit for him was leaning over trying to grab the grass and eat it! I think kids are pre-programmed to eat things like grass, mud, sand .............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053731757180324482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJ2QeDYCoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_QSJpYagg1k/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hes mastered pulling him self up and standing, thinks he's clever though now and is trying holding with just one hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJ0VuDYCmI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zBBOsByHreY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053729648351382114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJ0VuDYCmI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zBBOsByHreY/s200/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJ09uDYCnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GmXNOUqprxY/s1600-h/Image004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053730335546149490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJ09uDYCnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GmXNOUqprxY/s200/Image004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally tea (dinner) alfresco style! Cod loin, gnocchi, warm bean dip and pitta bread, cant believe how much he ate, Daddy took so long cooking on the bbq that i had to make his in the kitchen first or he'd wouldn't have eaten until well past bedtime. I also think men a pre-programmed to faff about with bbq's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053732190972021394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJ2puDYCpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ir5ogjLUU4o/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5293922519177623697?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5293922519177623697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5293922519177623697&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5293922519177623697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5293922519177623697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-day-in-all-and-photo-mad-mummy.html' title='A busy day in all! And a photo mad Mummy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJxKeDYCiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vbeQwEpO77c/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7869927935934582570</id><published>2007-04-16T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:09:58.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>A picture (MMS) message from Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJvG-DYCgI/AAAAAAAAATk/tclpk4sADFw/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053723897390172674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJvG-DYCgI/AAAAAAAAATk/tclpk4sADFw/s400/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The actually message said - Its lovely out here Mummy x x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This message i received while working today, i was dealing a stinking, smelly customer who was complaining the is £25 excess in their insurance! Some customers don't live in the real world! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7869927935934582570?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7869927935934582570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7869927935934582570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7869927935934582570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7869927935934582570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-mms-message-from-daddy.html' title='A picture (MMS) message from Daddy!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RiJvG-DYCgI/AAAAAAAAATk/tclpk4sADFw/s72-c/Photo-0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8628266283325217830</id><published>2007-04-14T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:31:40.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>My new doidy cup! COME ON DADDY STOP SPILLING IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/doidy.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8628266283325217830?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8628266283325217830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8628266283325217830&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8628266283325217830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8628266283325217830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-doidy-cup-come-daddy-stop.html' title='My new doidy cup! COME ON DADDY STOP SPILLING IT!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5388468461014180867</id><published>2007-04-14T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T10:07:28.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babyzoop.co.uk/doidy.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Doidy Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5388468461014180867?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5388468461014180867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5388468461014180867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5388468461014180867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5388468461014180867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/doidy-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5510134313644560213</id><published>2007-04-13T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:51:19.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>What a crap Mummy today! Feeding him fish &amp; chips!</title><content type='html'>After a last minute night out, last night I'm feeling rather rough and hungover! We've been to the supermarket for a change this week rather than internet shopping and bought lots of nice healthy food. But at tea time i really couldn't be bothered to cook so we've had good old fish, chips and mushy peas for tea. I know some Mums will be disgusted with me doing that! I added no salt or vinegar to his food and i removed the batter off his fish, it all went down a treat. He's been a bottomless pit all day, had porridge from a spoon YES I SAID SPOON and even eaten all his afternoon bottles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night he woke up in the middle of the night and when i went in he was sat up as per usual, i tried for 20mins to get him to sleep and even resorted to rocking him, he was nearly asleep and i put him is his cot and he sat up again! By this point my patience had gone, i left him sat in his cot and went and got back in bed, we were listening to him crying and i asked my husband to leave him to cry because i knew he was dying to get up and cuddle him. We listened to him cry for what seemed forever but in reality it was 4mins and he went back to sleep in his own! First time ever, just to add i was only planning to leave him 5mins crying - not into controlled crying but i was knacked and fed up. RESULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things can change over a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5510134313644560213?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5510134313644560213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5510134313644560213&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5510134313644560213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5510134313644560213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-crap-mummy-today.html' title='What a crap Mummy today! Feeding him fish &amp; chips!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1003514783106627804</id><published>2007-04-13T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:50:12.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid177.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid177.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fw225%2Fem1701%2F44082299.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream177.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1003514783106627804?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1003514783106627804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1003514783106627804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1003514783106627804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1003514783106627804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2204156601066221053</id><published>2007-04-12T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:08:11.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>What a little monster he's turning in to.......</title><content type='html'>Sleep - Now he doesn't want a morning sleep, but i don't want him having a afternoon sleep or he wont go to bed at night. Oh what fun! When he's put in his cot he sticks his bum in the air and rolls over then kicks his legs laughing! He's been up during the night loads, he's generally sat up in his cot waiting for one of us to come in - really pi**ing me off now and then he wont go back to sleep, so after I've been up 2hours he ends up in bed with us, where he sometimes will sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food - He will eat bread, pasta and generally any carbs but no chance with fruit and veg at the moment. I am getting rather fed up with making a meal and him hardly eating any. He has 3x7oz bottles per day. Breakfast, 2pm and bedtime. The last few days hes been eating less and less, 5oz breakfast, 2oz afternoon and 5oz bedtime, think i might just give in a drop the afternoon one off, think i don't like the change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobility - He's off..... everything is now fair game, he will chase everything crawling. He's pulling him self up on everything and standing very easily but he forgets to hold on! He also now like to walk round with you holding his hands - poor Mummy and Daddy's backs hey. He can now get over the door step so need a gate for our back door! Couldn't find him this morning and his was hiding in the long curtains in our lounge, which he thought was very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052246007733553650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rh0u-eDYCfI/AAAAAAAAATc/6oyQils4DSE/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's also turning into a tele addict, don't want him watching too much. I know they say is not bad for children but i think in small doses is best. I've heard people comment that their child wont eat unless distracted by TV, i really don't want to end up in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night he was giggling like a proper little person, he couldn't stop, the type of giggle that hurts your tummy. Well it hurt Mummy and Daddy's laughing at him which just made the giggling worse - it really was fantastic! I'll post it if i can catch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He may be a little monster but he's a lovely monster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-2204156601066221053?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2204156601066221053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2204156601066221053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2204156601066221053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2204156601066221053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-little-monster-hes-turning-in-to.html' title='What a little monster he&apos;s turning in to.......'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rh0u-eDYCfI/AAAAAAAAATc/6oyQils4DSE/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7566464688947761900</id><published>2007-04-11T02:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:46:34.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>The Great Brittish Seaside!</title><content type='html'>We had decided that we'd go to the seaside, the day after the bank holiday come rain or shine. So off we went with the intentions of going to Scarborough but on our way to Scarborough we realised that Bridlington was closer, so went there. I've not been to the seaside much in this country and i suddenly remembered why! Don't let the pictures deceive you, it looks nice but its chav-tastic The Oxford dictionary explanation for Chav below, &lt;a href="http://www.sheppeyscum.com/chavwatch1.htm"&gt;http://www.sheppeyscum.com/chavwatch1.htm&lt;/a&gt; - if you cant read it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051892927062084066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="83" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhvt2eDYCeI/AAAAAAAAATU/0hoEZBUWTq8/s320/chavdef.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway the sun wasn't out and the place was foul, smelt of greasy burgers and chips, all around were amusements arcades and kids running riot, adults who really should know better with their dress sense, men/women with tattoos and sun burn! It always amazes me that some kids survive having the parents they do, running into roads, wearing shorts and t-shirts, when they need jumpers and trousers on! ( i know i sound a snob but if you'd have seen it for your self.......)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we'd driven for 1.5hours to get there, had a walk round and eaten our pack lunch and i wanted to come home! But Tosh my husband knew of another place, didn't know how to get there but was sure it was near by Called Sewerby. We found it quite quickly and a terrible day turned into a great day. There was a small farm/zoo where we saw the penguins been fed and we saw loads if different animals, was had coffee sat in the bit of sun we had all day, we went on swings, walked round the walled gardens, through the animal paddocks and along the cliff edge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the was home we called for dinner in a village pub where they did proper food not like yest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry guys I've gone photo mad today!&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/1974538217754501919-7566464688947761900?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7566464688947761900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7566464688947761900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7566464688947761900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7566464688947761900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-brittish-seaside.html' title='The Great Brittish Seaside!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhvt2eDYCeI/AAAAAAAAATU/0hoEZBUWTq8/s72-c/chavdef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-9110597932949172736</id><published>2007-04-11T02:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:35:40.674+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Swing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/Swings.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-9110597932949172736?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9110597932949172736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=9110597932949172736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9110597932949172736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/9110597932949172736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/swing.html' title='Swing!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7113321779362968308</id><published>2007-04-11T02:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:28:29.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 800px; 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Thanks Daddy! (i know i know but a taste isnt bad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhvql-DYCcI/AAAAAAAAATE/xxpLCcfOLn4/s1600-h/IMG_0029+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051889345059359170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhvql-DYCcI/AAAAAAAAATE/xxpLCcfOLn4/s320/IMG_0029+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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&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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhvqwuDYCdI/AAAAAAAAATM/i6bCpVPQtwg/s1600-h/IMG_0031+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051889529742952914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhvqwuDYCdI/AAAAAAAAATM/i6bCpVPQtwg/s320/IMG_0031+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhvqwuDYCdI/AAAAAAAAATM/i6bCpVPQtwg/s1600-h/IMG_0031+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1974538217754501919-7408286925083337627?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7408286925083337627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7408286925083337627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7408286925083337627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7408286925083337627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/yum-ice-cream-thanks-daddy-i-know-i.html' title='Yum ice cream! Thanks Daddy! (i know i know but a taste isnt bad)'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhvql-DYCcI/AAAAAAAAATE/xxpLCcfOLn4/s72-c/IMG_0029+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7393709697069089398</id><published>2007-04-10T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:06:57.275+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>The choking episode!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY SCARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This evening having one of his usual dinners of broccoli, gnocchi, sweet potato and cheese sauce, i was sat with him passing him chunks of food because if i give it him all he starts dropping it over the edge of the high chair looking down and watching it drop, he suddenly threw his arms in the air and his face started to go red, i did at first just think he was trowing a tantrum as he was very tired but as i watched he was silent, his eyes were watering and he was beginning to gasp for breath. It seemed to be about 30seconds but in reality i bet it wasn't 10 seconds before i whipped him out of his high chair placed him over my knee with his face, facing the floor it took about 4 pats and out flew the gnocchi. He did cry for about 30seconds then he was looking for his dinner i put him back in his high chair and he was off eating again! I am so glad that i read about choking before i started BLW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Generally throughout it been a bad food day, breakfast was fine back on raisin wheat's, then we went out for lunch and a daring Mummy didn't take him any, well we went to a restaurant in Sheffield called Boardwalk i was assuming that I'd be able to order him a plain chicken breast and some veg. No such luck the chicken breast was easy but they DON'T have veg!! So i had to resorted to chicken breast and garlic bread BAD BAD move, the chicken breast was reformed chicken and the garlic bread was salt city - might i add this is not a cheap restaurant it cost us £30 for the two of us just to have main courses! I'm well pi**ed off about it, i ended up having to pop into the local M&amp;S and by a loaf of bread and cheese spread and fruit! Lesson learnt there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm off to eat curry and drink larger after my traumatic day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Link below is a quiz about what you'd do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.uk/news.asp?id=63145&amp;amp;cachefixer="&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/health/first_aid/first_aid_index/chokingbabies.shtml"&gt;What to do if the worst happens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-7393709697069089398?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7393709697069089398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7393709697069089398&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7393709697069089398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7393709697069089398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/choking-episode.html' title='The choking episode!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5896914512201148255</id><published>2007-04-09T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T08:18:36.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Rude and ungrateful ducks!</title><content type='html'>After seening on Eva's blog that they'd been feeding ducks, i decided we needed to. Off we went equipped with bread and baby. Well the first place we went to was Ulley the ducks were too far away and weren't interested in our bread when i threw it, the second place we went to was Thrybergh and the ducks were plenty close enough but still didn't want our bread! The bread we had was a French stick I'd chopped up, wished i hadn't and then when it hit the duck I'd have got their attention! (bit like the film About a Boy - LOL) SO ALL IN ALL A RUBBISH DUCK FEEDING EXPERIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and nearly forgot, Billy now communicates he's hungry or thirsty by smacking his lips together and making clicking noises - Very funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-5896914512201148255?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5896914512201148255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5896914512201148255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5896914512201148255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5896914512201148255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/rude-and-ungrateful-ducks.html' title='Rude and ungrateful ducks!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-3140370544554567623</id><published>2007-04-08T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:00:32.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>Sorry i've gone blog mad this morning!</title><content type='html'>BLW - I was amazed we popped in at Grandma H's and had lunch, lunch was nothing exciting just usual sandwiches, yes the white bread i hate so much! I knew Billy had been eating pear round there but I'd not seen it, well i couldn't believe my eyes - Grandma H cuts him up pear into quarters and cores it and passes it him and he eats it like, if he didn't someone would steal it - SKIN AND EVERYTHING!! Think she a little scared of him with the skin but she's backing the BLW all the way. VERY VERY IMPRESSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-3140370544554567623?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3140370544554567623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=3140370544554567623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3140370544554567623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/3140370544554567623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-ive-gone-blog-mad-this-morning.html' title='Sorry i&apos;ve gone blog mad this morning!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-188500136598635943</id><published>2007-04-08T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:41:42.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>His first easter egg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi3RqEqS8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/nz-iGfMYGX8/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050988496075508674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi3RqEqS8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/nz-iGfMYGX8/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy will enjoy it! We all know I'm a pig with my food. On the subject of my food. I dared to get my pre-pregnancy clothes out of the loft. Well needless to say i was very upset, i am by no means huge but bigger than before. I know it comes to us all, i really did think I'd be one of the lucky ones and just stepped back into my clothes. At this rate i don't think I'll ever loose weight! I have now decided that I'm going to starve! &lt;strong&gt;Joking&lt;/strong&gt;! I am now going to get my arse in to gear and diet properly and stop eating so much shit! I hate to say it but i think i might actually join weight watchers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not buying a new set of clothes for the summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-188500136598635943?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/188500136598635943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=188500136598635943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/188500136598635943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/188500136598635943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/his-first-easter-egg.html' title='His first easter egg!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi3RqEqS8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/nz-iGfMYGX8/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-4620211095771884188</id><published>2007-04-08T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:56:31.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Sleeping like a baby or not as the case may be!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhim2aEqSuI/AAAAAAAAARM/qw_p7gPAmME/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050970435738028770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhim2aEqSuI/AAAAAAAAARM/qw_p7gPAmME/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very busy few days - i have plenty to tell and catch up on.&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;What shall i do with his sleep???&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 normally gets up 630-7am then goes back to sleep at 930-10am for up to 2 hours and then mid afternoon has a 30-45min sleep but the last week he's not been sleepy at bedtime so wont go to bed, the worst its been was last night he was up until 1030pm!&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&gt;He always goes to bed in his cot but yesterday i had a major hangover and let him sleep on our bed with me, as i was been a lazy Mummy! (the picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; no afternoon sleep and he was a nightmare at bath time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna try getting him to go to sleep later in the morning. Any suggestions are welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-4620211095771884188?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4620211095771884188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=4620211095771884188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4620211095771884188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/4620211095771884188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleeping-like-baby-or-not-as-case-may.html' title='Sleeping like a baby or not as the case may be!!!!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhim2aEqSuI/AAAAAAAAARM/qw_p7gPAmME/s72-c/DSC00537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2122744153205647207</id><published>2007-04-08T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:15:53.712+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Summer, Summer, Summertime  - SUMMERTIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhivr6EqSwI/AAAAAAAAARc/z582lD1MV0k/s1600-h/IMG06+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050980150954052354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhivr6EqSwI/AAAAAAAAARc/z582lD1MV0k/s200/IMG06+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer seems to be here early this year - prob rain after I've posted now! He's a very social animal now the sun is out, pub twice in two days! Rubbish Mummy hadn't bought him any Summer clothes, so we've been emergency shopping for shorts and tshirts, with his Easter money.&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhiw46EqSyI/AAAAAAAAARs/-GMNTQPVMCs/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050981473803979554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhiw46EqSyI/AAAAAAAAARs/-GMNTQPVMCs/s200/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His hat is too big so its quite funny the fact he quite happily wears it and continues even after its fallen over his eyes and he cant see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's had is factor 50 on - that bit is especially posted for my mother when she reads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the best picture of me i know but I'm don't have many of of us, so I'm having to tolerate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhiwM6EqSxI/AAAAAAAAARk/S7CvEX1meps/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-2122744153205647207?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2122744153205647207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2122744153205647207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2122744153205647207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2122744153205647207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-summer-summertime-summertime.html' title='Summer, Summer, Summertime  - SUMMERTIME!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhivr6EqSwI/AAAAAAAAARc/z582lD1MV0k/s72-c/IMG06+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-7536244156192618616</id><published>2007-04-06T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:26:01.753+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aunite S - Wanted to send her a lovely picture but i had NO chance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi0sqEqS4I/AAAAAAAAASc/G6qpDKHiMsA/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhiz_6EqS2I/AAAAAAAAASM/lIRjny9DLd0/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050984892597947234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhiz_6EqS2I/AAAAAAAAASM/lIRjny9DLd0/s200/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi0N6EqS3I/AAAAAAAAASU/F_Gx0j6tXXc/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050985133116115826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi0N6EqS3I/AAAAAAAAASU/F_Gx0j6tXXc/s200/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi066EqS5I/AAAAAAAAASk/Chf9edrJXGk/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050985906210229138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi066EqS5I/AAAAAAAAASk/Chf9edrJXGk/s200/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhizN6EqSzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YL-wRzV267U/s1600-h/IMG02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050984033604487986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhizN6EqSzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YL-wRzV267U/s200/IMG02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It just quite tickled me that selection of pictures i got and how interesting a piece of paper can be!&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/1974538217754501919-7536244156192618616?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7536244156192618616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=7536244156192618616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7536244156192618616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/7536244156192618616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-aunite-s-wanted-to-send.html' title='Happy Birthday Aunite S - Wanted to send her a lovely picture but i had NO chance!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhiz_6EqS2I/AAAAAAAAASM/lIRjny9DLd0/s72-c/DSC00531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8685738994721578178</id><published>2007-04-06T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:22:58.713+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Bumps &amp; bruises is this the sign of things to come??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhU8cKEqStI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZCV9FkCkQZA/s1600-h/5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050009011603786450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhU8cKEqStI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZCV9FkCkQZA/s200/5959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Picture - he'll not get very far upside down. He's mastered drinking from it on his own now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a slight black eye! He's now crawling everywhere and we have pretty much child proofed the house but how does he manage to get a black eye from the door mat? It is rubber edged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; that could be what did it. I just turned round and he'd crawled in to the hall way and then i heard a scream and he was laid crying with he head on the door mat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8685738994721578178?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8685738994721578178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8685738994721578178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8685738994721578178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8685738994721578178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/bumps-bruises-is-this-sign-of-things-to.html' title='Bumps &amp; bruises is this the sign of things to come??'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhU8cKEqStI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZCV9FkCkQZA/s72-c/5959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-6471484945891293051</id><published>2007-04-05T02:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:29:21.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>What Billy has been up to...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi136EqS7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/fqJFjqKZri0/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050986954182249394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi136EqS7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/fqJFjqKZri0/s200/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi1p6EqS6I/AAAAAAAAASs/XYgxmFpPP1k/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050986713664080802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi1p6EqS6I/AAAAAAAAASs/XYgxmFpPP1k/s200/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat and sun was with Daddy, they went visiting on sat. Think Daddy just likes showing everyone his boy he's so proud of and Sunday i was home early so we went out for dinner, Billy showed off his eating skill to the waitress, don't think she needed a demo of how much yorkshire pudding one boy could fit in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been with Grandma H for 3 days, which he loves. In fact sometimes a think he loves her more than anything else in this world! He is funny, when i drop him off he suddenly turns in to a hyperactive, hyperventilating baby who's so excited! She does devote every minute to playing, cuddling and generally entertaining him. He's been for walks in his pushchair and had visitors come and see him, with eater eggs. I do wonder why people have bought him Easter eggs though. He's only 9months, so cant raaly eat them so poor old Mummy will HAVE to ruin her diet again! Not been ungrateful its nice people think to buy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a good eater for last few days, but a very poor sleeper. He wont go to bed at his normal bed time, what a pain that is! He's taken to rolling all round his cot to avoid going to sleep and he's started waking loads during the night, he does go straight back to sleep but only after his woke us up - so I'm knacked after 5 day stretch at work and not a full nights sleep (i know some people have it worse but it's when your not used it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a week off - YAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i can tell people now i'm going to be a Auntie again!!&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/1974538217754501919-6471484945891293051?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6471484945891293051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=6471484945891293051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/6471484945891293051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/6471484945891293051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-billy-has-been-up-to.html' title='What Billy has been up to...........'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rhi136EqS7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/fqJFjqKZri0/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-1855640697217270863</id><published>2007-04-05T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:42:28.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Work is S**t!</title><content type='html'>My new boss is a complete tosser! He's the type that's done everything, knows everything and tells lies! He's either the most unlucky guy in the world or he cant help lying! He's only been with the company since December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few examples for you, he's always late. 1, the police stopped him and breathalysed him - they were doing random spot checks. 2, his gate blew off during night had to fix it before work. 3, his Mum locked her keys out of car , so he had to take the spares 20miles to her. 4, his garage was burgled so had to wait for police. 4, his car had a flat. 5, there was fight on his street and the cordoned it off and questioned everyone before they could leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few examples of his sickness/time off excuses. 1, fell down stairs and hurt ankle (broke on the first call in) limped for few days and had x-ray. 2, Grandma ill. 3, girlfriend dog hurt his arm jumping on him. 4, food poisoning - that old chestnut. 5, Chest infection and cough, apparently coughing up blood ended up with chest x-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give him a suggestion, he nods agrees and then sells it off as his idea! Hes a wanker in fact! I've said it before when i left for maternity we were 2nd in the company for sales now we are 26th - yes 26th!!!!!!! I've run the place before i got pregnant when my previous boss was on secondment and maintained 2nd!! Tosser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me going is that the job would have been mine if i hadn't have been on maternity when the vacancy came up, i did get a call asking me to apply but as i didn't want to return to a full time job and i didn't want to return early, i bite the bullet and said i wasn't interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tough at mo as i feel I'm training him to do a job that hes seeming incapable of and doesn't have the knowledge to do and his people management skill are non existent! I could honestly do that job even on my 30hours per week but the company would never accept that or they'd have then set a standard and other people would want shorter hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i ended up doing his dirty work and sacking a temp, luck she was a temp or we'd have been stuck with her, but he seems incapable of sorting anything.  He plans plenty but never does anything, that poor diary of his with all the lists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side tho, I've just worked a 5day run and I'm now off for a week, been part time has it good points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i needed a rant - think my husband is fed up of hearing all about it, although he now asks things like whats he done to day then, think he finds it funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-1855640697217270863?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1855640697217270863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=1855640697217270863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1855640697217270863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/1855640697217270863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-is-wank-sorry-mum-if-your-reading.html' title='Work is S**t!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8471190634206418051</id><published>2007-04-02T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:19:53.187+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video&apos;s'/><title type='text'>So funny, seeing my self in the mirror! And i can stand and jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s177.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid177.photobucket.com/albums/w225/em1701/5656.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8471190634206418051?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8471190634206418051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8471190634206418051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8471190634206418051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8471190634206418051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-funny-seeing-my-self-in-mirror.html' title='So funny, seeing my self in the mirror! And i can stand and jump!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-5642422490367468484</id><published>2007-04-02T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:15:40.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>MUM I'M STUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhC6qcpoGmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/a1oWgME1MV4/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048740420690385506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhC6qcpoGmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/a1oWgME1MV4/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1974538217754501919-5642422490367468484?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5642422490367468484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=5642422490367468484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5642422490367468484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/5642422490367468484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/mum-im-stuck.html' title='MUM I&apos;M STUCK!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/RhC6qcpoGmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/a1oWgME1MV4/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-2847486734035900039</id><published>2007-03-31T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:23:05.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Led Weaning - BLW'/><title type='text'>It will fit in my mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1iaspoGlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9xWQbPXM0kk/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047798968154069586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1iaspoGlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9xWQbPXM0kk/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was a fruit cake for breakfast, lunch time was veg with cheese sauce, he even ate broccoli and his Daddy pleasant as he is said Billy would eat dog s**t if it had cheese sauce on! Dinner time was chili con carne, rice and tortilla. (wasn't very spicy - gonna build him up to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1iEspoGkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wz-E-CpoKqw/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047798590196947522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1iEspoGkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wz-E-CpoKqw/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been cold today and raining, so we've played on the house all day, bricks everywhere and if i turn your back for a few minutes and he's in another room. Daddy bought home from work a safety gate - well needed now!&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/1974538217754501919-2847486734035900039?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2847486734035900039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=2847486734035900039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2847486734035900039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/2847486734035900039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-will-fit-in-my-mouth.html' title='It will fit in my mouth!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1iaspoGlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9xWQbPXM0kk/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538217754501919.post-8246354178670604602</id><published>2007-03-31T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:03:34.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Look one hand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1Q1cpoGiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F-YL7eCZdj8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047779636506270242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1Q1cpoGiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F-YL7eCZdj8/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time he has pulled him self up on something and stayed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WELL DONE BILLY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974538217754501919-8246354178670604602?l=diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8246354178670604602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974538217754501919&amp;postID=8246354178670604602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8246354178670604602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974538217754501919/posts/default/8246354178670604602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofbabybilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-one-hand.html' title='Look one hand!'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476795445385308479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGwTsg7eb0/Ti7aAHlKUeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/eWJCEjMsYmg/s220/21054_319147914253_644424253_4592174_6374226_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mhykUKiChqU/Rg1Q1cpoGiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F-YL7eCZdj8/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
