<?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-5662970</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:36.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Megan</title><subtitle type='html'>The journey of Megan Ashley &amp; her parents through the lush forest of Parenting and the surging ocean of Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-109552691591172517</id><published>2004-09-18T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:01:55.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><summary type='text'>A Big Happy Birthday goes out to my Uncle Eric!!! I'm not sure how many he is but I'm sure it's a lot. Love you bunches Uncle Eric!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/109552691591172517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/109552691591172517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109552691591172517' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-109544050892663187</id><published>2004-09-17T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T12:01:48.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!!! I'm BAAAACK!</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Blogger Support! You guys rock!!Yep, you guessed it....I'm Back!! It appears we had some old stuff as part of the blog that went belly-up and went funky on us. So we've deleted the bad stuff and PRESTO!Okay...so I was out in the yard earlier with Mom. I was throwing my favorite new ball around while she was pruning our (what did she call it...oh yeah) Kitty...no...Pussy Willow tree.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/109544050892663187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/109544050892663187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109544050892663187' title='Yippee!!! I&apos;m BAAAACK!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107957484421208796</id><published>2004-03-17T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:56:27.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><summary type='text'>Hi all....Guess what I finally did today??? Yep that's right....I CRAWLED....errr...rather I CRAWLKED according to Dad :) I finally figured out those feet things and was able to scoot across the floor after Potter (aka one of the cats). It was really cool. He didn't even see me coming :) Watch out world...here I come!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107957484421208796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107957484421208796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957484421208796' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107663062977563818</id><published>2004-02-12T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:05:39.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES!!!</title><summary type='text'>I am soooo sorry everyone for not writing lately. Mom has got me a new playpen and I've been playing in it this past month or so. It's kind of hard to get out of it to sneak away to write you a message. I finally just told Mom--"Look, I've got to go say hello to everyone in the big wide world web so leave me out of this playpen...although it is really cool to hold on to the side and stand up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107663062977563818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107663062977563818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663062977563818' title='YIKES!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107348165135682644</id><published>2004-01-07T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T07:22:04.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got 5 teeth now. How many do you have???</title><summary type='text'>Yeppers folks...I got another tooth come through yesterday. Right next to my bottom teeth. AND I've got another one trying to come through on the bottom as well. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107348165135682644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107348165135682644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107348165135682644' title='I&apos;ve got 5 teeth now. How many do you have???'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107230456025235375</id><published>2003-12-24T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T16:23:39.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikchers! Pikchers!! Pikchers!!!</title><summary type='text'>Mom has put up some new pikchers of little ole me as well as my friend Abby. Please go here to check them out. Aren't I just plain adorable?!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107230456025235375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107230456025235375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107230456025235375' title='Pikchers! Pikchers!! Pikchers!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107230446305791277</id><published>2003-12-24T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T16:22:02.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from Megan's Mom :)</title><summary type='text'>Size 4!!!!!!Yep folks that's what size shoe Megan is in now and she's not even walking yet!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107230446305791277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107230446305791277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107230446305791277' title='Note from Megan&apos;s Mom :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107116029259527848</id><published>2003-12-11T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T10:32:18.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth!</title><summary type='text'>I wanted you all to know that my top 2 front teeth are finally breaking through! Yay Me!! It's really cool to grind them against my bottom 2 teeth much to Mom's chagrin  hee hee :)I'm doing a little better with this Floo thing. All I really do is cough now. Mom says that it's breaking up whatever that means. All I know is that it's not much fun to cough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107116029259527848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107116029259527848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116029259527848' title='All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107108067758430074</id><published>2003-12-10T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T12:25:23.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!! I have the Floo...whatever that is</title><summary type='text'>Well it's official, I have the Floo!....whatever that is. All I know is that my nose runs and it makes me cough A LOT! Mom took me to the doctor today (I don't like the doctor very much because I was just there last week and Mom says she thinks that's where I GOT the Floo) and he gave me some medicine to make the snot and stuff go away.  By the way, for those of you keeping track at home, this is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107108067758430074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107108067758430074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108067758430074' title='UGH!! I have the Floo...whatever that is'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-107045921489618155</id><published>2003-12-03T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T07:47:33.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom has kept me sooo busy that I haven't been able to get away and update you all</title><summary type='text'>I am sooo sorry that I haven't been able to sneak away from Mom and Dad lately to update you all. Mom has kept me soo busy doing lots of fun stuff lately. Let's see if I can member all that I've done lately /thinks real hard :)I'm getting real good at eating now. Mom lets me have at least 2 meals that are vegtabulls and froots. So far the only thing I really don't like is what Mom calls Peez. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107045921489618155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/107045921489618155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045921489618155' title='Mom has kept me sooo busy that I haven&apos;t been able to get away and update you all'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856644285212915</id><published>2003-11-10T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:00:40.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for me!!!</title><summary type='text'>I pooped again today all by myself!! Mom says I have "Slain the evil Konstipashun Monster!!" Well I looked at her and said "Of course I did...what else does a Warrior Princess do?" Of course it didn't come out like that. I really need to work on my tongue and lip movements so that Mom can understand what I'm trying to say. Bye for now--You know who!!(wink)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856644285212915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856644285212915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856644285212915' title='Yay for me!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856629230104835</id><published>2003-11-09T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:58:09.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peechez for me!!</title><summary type='text'>I told Mom in the best way I could that I really wanted more of those Peechez thing that Dad gave me instead of the Green Beenz. I mean I had already had some for lunch today. I wanted something different. And I REALLY wanted the Peechez. Soooo...she did!!! I tried to let her know how much I loved them by grunting everytime she put a spoonful in my mouth. I think she thought that was funny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856629230104835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856629230104835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856629230104835' title='Peechez for me!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856604372063015</id><published>2003-11-08T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:54:00.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the color Red</title><summary type='text'>I really like the color Red (Mom calls it). My great grandma Lucille was down to visit us a little while ago and she gave me this big stuffed baseball that has a little red hat, arms, legs and he's holding a bat and glove. He's really easy for me to hold on to and I like chewing on his arm. Mom calls him "Mr. Baseball". I like to sit up with him on my lap so I can kick him with my feet. That's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856604372063015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856604372063015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856604372063015' title='I like the color Red'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856549193605360</id><published>2003-11-08T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:44:49.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo...a new food!! And it's a different color!!</title><summary type='text'>For lunch today Mom let me eat something she called Green Beenz. I LIKE those! Very tasty! I wanted to eat the whole jar but Mom wouldn't let me. She said that would be too much for me to eat. BUt she also said I could have the rest later. I can't wait till later!! Bye for now--You know who!!(wink)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856549193605360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856549193605360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856549193605360' title='Ooo...a new food!! And it&apos;s a different color!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856532068427934</id><published>2003-11-08T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:41:57.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like to squeal!!</title><summary type='text'>I found today that I really like making these high-pitched noises. Mom calls me "Squealy Girl" when I do that.  I can only do it for so long though before my throat starts hurting. But it's okay. I can wait a couple of days and then it's all better and I can squeal again!! Bye for now--You know who!!(wink)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856532068427934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856532068427934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856532068427934' title='Do you like to squeal!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856498878602023</id><published>2003-11-06T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:36:49.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...that smells tasty</title><summary type='text'>Okay Mom and Grandma Jo were making this stuff called Appelsawss today. It smelled REALLY good. I smiled a lot at Mom and Grandma to let them know I wanted to eat some. And what do you know--it worked!! Mom gave me a little bit and it WAS tasty!! I liked that. Mom wouldn't give me much though because I'm still getting over the Konstipashun from those bad Sweet Potatoes. I can't wait till I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856498878602023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856498878602023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856498878602023' title='Hmmm...that smells tasty'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856471511941536</id><published>2003-11-05T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:37:04.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like...what did Mom call it again...Konstipashun!</title><summary type='text'>Okay I really feel uncomfortable now and be assured I let Mom AND Dad know that I'm not happy. Mom says that the Sweet Potatoes have really backed me up. Whatever that means I still don't like it. It makes my belly feel really full and tight. It hurts. AND it makes Mom  put this liquid stuff up my butt. After that though I feel much better because all the poop comes out. But I still don't like it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856471511941536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856471511941536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856471511941536' title='I don&apos;t like...what did Mom call it again...Konstipashun!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106856446266367992</id><published>2003-11-02T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:27:40.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New food time</title><summary type='text'>Mom has told me that she's starting me on something called Sskwash today. I hope I spelled that right. I'm thinking that I don't like Sweet Potatoes after all. Even though it fills me up and tastes good, it hurts my belly after a while. And Mom seems to be concerned that I haven't pooped lately either.  Bye for now--You know who!!(wink)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856446266367992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106856446266367992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856446266367992' title='New food time'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106747250000824079</id><published>2003-10-29T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:09:48.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Potatoes are cool</title><summary type='text'>Mom has been feeding me something called Sweet Potatoes for the past 2 days. I REALLY like them. My favorite foods are now Cereal, Carrots and Sweet Potatoes. AND Mom has told me that Carrots agree with me--whatever THAT means--so that's why she started to feed me Sweet Potatoes. They look a lot like Carrots but they taste a little different. It's really cool. It also fills my belly up really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106747250000824079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106747250000824079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747250000824079' title='Sweet Potatoes are cool'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106747229574943922</id><published>2003-10-29T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:04:53.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures location changed</title><summary type='text'>I've changed to location of pictures. Since I created a page dedicated to Megan (imagine that :)) for my class project, I obtained server space at Tripod to host the page. I'm able to upload pictures there sooooo I decided to start posting them there instead of my old place. This way I can work on also posting the images with text descriptions. I'll let you know here when new pictures have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106747229574943922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106747229574943922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747229574943922' title='Pictures location changed'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106732210677765477</id><published>2003-10-28T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T00:21:46.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole jar!!</title><summary type='text'>Hello again. Mom's sleeping so I hurried over to the computer to type another message to you. I got to eat a WHOLE jar of Carrots today. I REALLY like them! They are soooo tasty :) Sometimes Mom isn't fast enough with putting the spoon in my mouth so I've been reaching out and trying to help her. Carrots not only taste good, they feel really funny when I squish them between my fingers. Mom says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106732210677765477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106732210677765477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106732210677765477' title='A whole jar!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106732243999384080</id><published>2003-10-24T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T00:27:19.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil Cry</title><summary type='text'>OKay..I now know what Megan's Pain Cry sounds like and frankly I NEVER want to hear it again. OH MY!! I was holding her and looking for some paperwork when she leaned forward suddenly. She got poked in the eye with the folder I was holding. I took both Larry and myself 40 minutes to get her to calm down. I just held her and held her and held her, rubbing her back and gently rocking her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106732243999384080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106732243999384080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106732243999384080' title='The Evil Cry'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106686893498028278</id><published>2003-10-22T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T19:28:54.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth Teeth and more Teeth</title><summary type='text'>Yeppers...those two bottom teeth are REALLY showing themselves now :) I can feel them everytime I stick my tongue out...which Mom tells me is QUITE often. I like that way it feels. AND it's REALLY fun to try to blow spit bubbles when my tongue is sticking out.Mom tells me that I'm getting really good at eating cereal. She told me it's called Barley. I REALLY like the taste of it. Of course </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106686893498028278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106686893498028278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686893498028278' title='Teeth Teeth and more Teeth'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106627440275792136</id><published>2003-10-15T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:20:38.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's using me as her subject for her school project</title><summary type='text'>Mom told me tonight when she got home from class that I was the subject for her school project. She's been taking a computer class to learn all about Dreamweaver which is a webpage design program. She really likes the program. She needs to know how to use it so that she can do a good job on our family's business website--Moonlit Kitchen. For class she has needed to design a site from scratch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106627440275792136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106627440275792136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627440275792136' title='Mom&apos;s using me as her subject for her school project'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106627397795940637</id><published>2003-10-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:13:49.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 Months Old to Me!!</title><summary type='text'>Look at me...I'm a big girl now! Mom let me ride around in the regular shopping cart...no more silly infant carrier for me. She strapped me in and put my blanket around me. I got to sit up and look around at all the cool stuff in WalMart. It was a lot of fun!Also, a white pointy thing is starting to stick out of my bottom gum now. It broke through the skin this morning. It was kind of painful..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106627397795940637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106627397795940637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627397795940637' title='Happy 5 Months Old to Me!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106691103061591963</id><published>2003-10-13T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T07:10:30.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Typing!</title><summary type='text'>Hello Everyone! My name is Megan. My mom does not know I am typing this so please don't tell her. She does not even know that I can crawl or type. But I have been practicing once she goes to sleep. I thought that you all would like to hear from me since this blog is really about me anyways. So dont tell her and I will be able to continue to send you messages from time to time. Once I figure out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106691103061591963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106691103061591963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106691103061591963' title='Look Who&apos;s Typing!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106591640868593134</id><published>2003-10-11T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T21:29:20.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Ashley Skinner--Fighter of Naps, Slayer of Sleep</title><summary type='text'>First off, I'd like to apologize to all the Megan Groupies out there who've been concerned lately that I haven't done enough updating over the past couple of weeks. Getting our new business up and running has taken up all my available Megan-free time as of late. I will endeavour to update more frequently in the future. Now onto the title line :)She's become a Master Fighter of Naps lately. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106591640868593134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106591640868593134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106591640868593134' title='Megan Ashley Skinner--Fighter of Naps, Slayer of Sleep'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106565927247964930</id><published>2003-10-08T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T19:27:52.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Okay..I'm late in getting this posted</title><summary type='text'>Megan had her 4-month doctor visit last week and I'm sooo late in posting the results. Been a little sidetracked with the business thing. Anyway...here's the skinny :)She's doing great. Weight=18.8 pounds Height=26 inchesThe doc was very impressed with how she is doing. And we discussed trying her on cereal..which we have. We've had cereal for the past couple days but I stopped today. She's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106565927247964930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106565927247964930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106565927247964930' title='Okay Okay..I&apos;m late in getting this posted'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106496925570777448</id><published>2003-09-30T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:47:35.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you're...ummm...doing other things</title><summary type='text'>WOW! I hadn't realized it's been almost 2 weeks since I last posted. My how time flies. Larry and I have finally decided to bite the bullet and start up a business. We've both always wanted to have our own business so that we can work out of our home. And now with Megan here, we both don't want to miss out on all the fun stuff. Sooo..hence the gnawing on lead :)  We've been working on getting our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106496925570777448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106496925570777448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106496925570777448' title='Time flies when you&apos;re...ummm...doing other things'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106378119699854562</id><published>2003-09-17T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T01:46:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Comment or NOT To Comment</title><summary type='text'>You can NOW do :) Comments link is now active so feel free to say hi or add your two-cents worth about a particular ramble or event :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106378119699854562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106378119699854562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106378119699854562' title='To Comment or NOT To Comment'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106339430729355874</id><published>2003-09-12T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T14:18:27.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weebles Wobble</title><summary type='text'>Taa Daaaaaa!!Look at me Mom! I can rollover now...completely!!No more leaving me laying on my back on the floor playing with my floor gym while you do housework and stuff. No Sirreee! Now that I can get on my belly, I'm gonna work on my arm strength so I can come crawling after you...like next week sometime :) Better go out and get me a playpen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106339430729355874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106339430729355874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106339430729355874' title='Weebles Wobble'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106339401367957707</id><published>2003-09-10T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T14:13:33.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone get this Child a Rawhide Chew-Toy!!!</title><summary type='text'>Okay...I know I've said this before but I REALLY think teething has kicked up a notch. She's been chewing on my finger several times a day over the past couple of days. And not just sucking...although she does that too. I mean CHEWING! I can feel her gums just clamp down on my finger and she enjoys every minute of it....almost like someone who hasn't eaten a good hearty meal in DAYS. I can tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106339401367957707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106339401367957707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106339401367957707' title='Someone get this Child a Rawhide Chew-Toy!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106281405130014740</id><published>2003-09-05T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T21:07:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents</title><summary type='text'>kk..added a link to a pick of Larry and I. Who do you think she looks like more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106281405130014740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106281405130014740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106281405130014740' title='Meet the Parents'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106281206556835372</id><published>2003-09-05T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T20:34:25.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Spots I presume said Mr. Feet</title><summary type='text'>We've had quite a bit of trouble napping these past couple of days. I think it's related to two things: the Growth Spurt and her Gums. Her bottom gum is really tender so I think we might be getting a tooth here soon. Of course I've been saying that for about a month now so who knows...shrug...BUT we've had some happy news this week: Spots was found on Tuesday and so were Megan's feet :)Spots </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106281206556835372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106281206556835372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106281206556835372' title='Dr. Spots I presume said Mr. Feet'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106265185659926509</id><published>2003-09-04T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T00:04:16.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Mission Control...Houston we have a problem...Incoming Growth Spurt! I Repeat...Incoming Growth Spurt!!!</title><summary type='text'>Hopefully this new developing growth spurt will iron out her "thunder" thighs and her "Popeye" forearms a bit :) I was going to start her on solid foods here in a couple of weeks but I think I'm going to hold off for a little longer. We're still fighting gassiness with having just breast milk and water. Don't think it would be a good idea to introduce anything else at the moment until we get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106265185659926509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106265185659926509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106265185659926509' title='Attention Mission Control...Houston we have a problem...Incoming Growth Spurt! I Repeat...Incoming Growth Spurt!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106265135985964347</id><published>2003-09-03T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T23:55:59.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1....2....3.....3???? What?!?!   ALREADY????????????</title><summary type='text'>I was amazed the other day when I realized that the size diaper we had been using was starting to get a little tight on Megan around the middle. So yep..you guessed it. She's now into size 3 diapers...that's the 16lb to 28lb one. And she just turned 4 months old...imagine that. As a funny note to this, our friend Jessica aka Abby's Mom told Megan's Grandma that Abby ALSO wears size 3 diapers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106265135985964347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106265135985964347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106265135985964347' title='1....2....3.....3???? What?!?!   ALREADY????????????'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106265110220868687</id><published>2003-09-03T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T23:51:42.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Picky Mom and I don't choose JIF</title><summary type='text'>Just an observation here...I prefer Peter Pan peanut butter over JIF...so yeah, in my opinion the commercial lies :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106265110220868687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106265110220868687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106265110220868687' title='I&apos;m a Picky Mom and I don&apos;t choose JIF'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106211038277934257</id><published>2003-08-28T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T17:39:42.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word of the Day according to Megan is.....</title><summary type='text'>NNNNNGGG AAAAAAA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106211038277934257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106211038277934257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106211038277934257' title='The Word of the Day according to Megan is.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106210877190334508</id><published>2003-08-28T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T17:12:52.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to see that little Gerber Face :)</title><summary type='text'>OKay I finally got around to sorting through all of our digital photos to-date of the Megster and put them on the web so that I could link them to here. So feel free to go take a peek at the little cutie-pie :)Also we got our pics back today from Wal-Mart!! Damn!! I didn't realize we ordered sooo many. Well we do have a lot of friends and family. So without further ado.....Friends and Family of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106210877190334508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106210877190334508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210877190334508' title='Time to see that little Gerber Face :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106201713399014804</id><published>2003-08-27T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T17:29:32.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Water Everywhere and TONS of it to drink</title><summary type='text'>Okay a couple of days worth of updates here :)8/25/03A couple of milestones accomplished...at least in MY book...Megan put herself to sleep by sucking on her thumb. We always watch the 4-in-a-row of Stargate repeat episodes on the Sci Fi Channel on Monday nights. Well her bedtime range is between 7pm and 9pm. I hadn't seen the episodes at 7pm and at 8pm. Megan was still pretty awake. She had a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106201713399014804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106201713399014804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106201713399014804' title='Water Water Everywhere and TONS of it to drink'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106176507331386820</id><published>2003-08-24T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T17:44:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit Happens</title><summary type='text'>Finally got around to starting Megan's Blog Roll! And amazingly typed this whole thing with just one hand since Megan wants to chew on the other one.Picked up a new bib the other day for her although we have yet to actually use one. Couldn't resist this one because it has my new favorite phrase on it----Spit Happens    and boy does it ever!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106176507331386820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106176507331386820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106176507331386820' title='Spit Happens'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106168039113966500</id><published>2003-08-23T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:13:11.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things one really shouldn't get excited about</title><summary type='text'>Okay..it's official...I'm a mom. You know how I can tell I'm a mom? Besides the fact that my belly got larger and larger over a 10-month period and started moving on its own the larger it got. I get excited when Megan poops more than once a week. Has this what I've really been reduced to?? I used to get excited about a new movie coming out or buying a new cd of a favorite band. Now I get excited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106168039113966500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106168039113966500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106168039113966500' title='The things one really shouldn&apos;t get excited about'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106148437498528511</id><published>2003-08-21T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T11:46:15.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan helps her Mom celebrate her 31st b-day by sleepng :)</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I turned 31 years and Megan turned 3 1/2 months old...and yes we celebrated most of it by sleeping :) I think we're finally getting the hang of going to bed around 7pm. Until now Megan's been one tough cookie to get to sleep before 9pm. For the past 2 days we've actually gone to bed AND gone to sleep between 7 and 7:30pm. I think what's helping is that I lay down with her. So I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106148437498528511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106148437498528511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148437498528511' title='Megan helps her Mom celebrate her 31st b-day by sleepng :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106084349830019111</id><published>2003-08-14T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T01:49:36.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please leave your message after the beep!!!</title><summary type='text'>Message Board is now up and running! Feel free to drop us a line when you drop by!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106084349830019111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106084349830019111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106084349830019111' title='Please leave your message after the beep!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106079350498259559</id><published>2003-08-13T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T11:56:31.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sleep or Not To Sleep </title><summary type='text'>Yesterday afternoon and evening went much better. Megan slept alot. She's still sneezy and somewhat congested this morning but she sounds better. I monitored her temperature yesterday (getting really good at taking a rectal temp...though not sure if that's something I want to brag about hehe) and it hovered around 98.1 which is around her normal baseline. So I think we're past the feverish stage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106079350498259559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106079350498259559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106079350498259559' title='To Sleep or Not To Sleep '/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106071831709005615</id><published>2003-08-12T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:58:37.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Rough Life</title><summary type='text'>We had our best ever WORST night last night. Teething has kicked in full-swing. There was just no making her happy from 9pm till about 1:00 am when we (Mom &amp; Dad) took Megan and left early to do the paper-route.  We normally don't pick up the papers to deliver until 2:30am but we thought the drive might help soothe her. Dad and I took turns holding her and snuggling with her trying to get her to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106071831709005615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106071831709005615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106071831709005615' title='It&apos;s a Rough Life'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106062312659355819</id><published>2003-08-11T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T14:27:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from a Bathtub</title><summary type='text'>This was so funny I just had to post it :)I gave Megan her morning bath just a bit ago. It was especially needed this time because she had a major bowel movement...so major that she moved it way beyond the dimensions of her diaper. Needless to say, everything AND everyone (including Me aka Mom who was holding her at the time) needed washed...pronto :) SO here we are in the bathroom, Megan's as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106062312659355819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106062312659355819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106062312659355819' title='Scenes from a Bathtub'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106061617316741852</id><published>2003-08-11T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T10:36:13.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors Colors Colors</title><summary type='text'>Site News: Just playing around and adjusting colors and layout a bit. Got to love having it pretty and girly like for Megan even though she's not aware of it :)Megan News: We're (She and I) are currently fighting a cold. I've got the cough and sore throat and she's got the stuffy nose and sneezes...although it is fairly dusty in our house REGARDLESS of how much I wipe things down..ugh..so I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106061617316741852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106061617316741852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061617316741852' title='Colors Colors Colors'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662970.post-106044979850034609</id><published>2003-08-09T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T12:24:17.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Megan's Groupies! :)This is a blog totally devoted to the adventures of Megan. She came into the world on May 14, 2003 at 9:40pm weighing in at a hearty, healthy 8 lbs 7 oz and measuring 19 1/2 inches in length...although there is some debate that they measured her wrong and that she was actually over 20 inches. Her dad watched them measure her and he swears they didn't quite stretch her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106044979850034609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662970/posts/default/106044979850034609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmegan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106044979850034609' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02612134011851568002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
