<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932</id><updated>2008-10-27T17:25:28.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leia's Little Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/atom.xml?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-6208702845061444059</id><published>2008-10-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:25:28.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocab Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>Lei-lei = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Leia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'Scus = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucas, my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas (in whisper only) = Yes, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Senss-sess = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beebee! = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look! There's a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no! = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No! I do not approve! Stop at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeyyaaaee = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nn shoes e ya e Mommy e Daddy e Doggy e shoes mmm. Nn shoes e shoes lala beeebee...eeeeyyaaaeee! = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, Auntie Christine. I am talking to you on the phone and telling you a story. Things are super neat here at the house, where I love shoes, Mommy, Daddy, and my dog Oreo.  I am so happy to get to talk with you on the phone, I don't want to give it back.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/6208702845061444059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=6208702845061444059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6208702845061444059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6208702845061444059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/10/vocab-vol-2.html' title='Vocab Vol. 2'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-1701474117665880635</id><published>2008-09-22T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:33:56.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing Optional</title><content type='html'>Why are people always trying to put a shirt and pants on me? It's so much fun to just be naked, especially during important times like right before I need to go to school and after bath time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/1701474117665880635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=1701474117665880635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1701474117665880635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1701474117665880635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/09/clothing-optional.html' title='Clothing Optional'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-3425336452544961278</id><published>2008-09-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:07:08.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Progress</title><content type='html'>Things I can say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bie! - bike&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye - good bye&lt;br /&gt;hah, hah! - hot&lt;br /&gt;doggie - dog&lt;br /&gt;Daggy - Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Nai Nai - Nai Nai&lt;br /&gt;Nahi Nahi - Ye Ye&lt;br /&gt;noooo! - no, no, and no as loud as possible&lt;br /&gt;no? - yes&lt;br /&gt;bah! - bad!&lt;br /&gt;bah daggy! - bad, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;bee bee - baby</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/3425336452544961278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=3425336452544961278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3425336452544961278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3425336452544961278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/09/word-progress.html' title='Word Progress'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-657936901580040849</id><published>2008-08-19T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:07:56.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1682-726306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1682-726284.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in a towel,&lt;br /&gt;Leia the water baby,&lt;br /&gt;Happy times again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/657936901580040849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=657936901580040849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/657936901580040849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/657936901580040849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/08/cuteness-from-cancun.html' title='Cancun Haiku'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-7337175966657789499</id><published>2008-08-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:16:01.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It Loud</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! I would like to TELL you about myself and the things I have been doing lately.  I love talking about things, at least in my own little language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Mommy reads a book to me, I read along in a VERY LOUD voice and I point out the shapes and pictures.  When I see a picture of a shoe, I say SHOE! SHOE!  When I see a pig or a bird, I point and say "AH!"  When I see an airplane I say "UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I stand at the top of the staircase looking for Lucas and call him "AAAAYAAAHHH!"  Sometimes I scream for my toys or because Lucas took something I really wanted to play with.  When Daddy or Lucas bother me, I just tell on them to Mommy with a point and a scream. I am preparing to be an awesome tattle tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am graduating to the Otters class this week, just like my brother did in 2006. Wish me luck!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/7337175966657789499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=7337175966657789499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/7337175966657789499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/7337175966657789499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/08/say-it-loud.html' title='Say It Loud'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-8540175497076413294</id><published>2008-04-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:29:08.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/Spring08-250-739265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/Spring08-250-739049.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the months going? I guess it must be my busy schedule.  After all, I am a walking, talking (well, signing and babbling), eating, and playing machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wearing my shoes, as well as delivering Lucas's shoes and Daddy's shoes to them.   I like to sit on the step at the front door and try to put my shoes on my little baby feet.  I also like to take them off sometimes and try to put them back on, but when I can't I just get mad and throw them down and yell.  By then, Mommy or Daddy has come to my aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the communication department, I can sign the words "please" and "thank you" and "more".  This works wonders for getting foods that I want from Mommy.  I need to figure out the sign for yogurt though, because I always crave it!  If I see yogurt in the store, I start screaming that I want to eat it immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of always breaking down the tower of legos, now I try to help my brother make something with them. I will hand him legos to put together or I will try to help. But he doesn't usually like me to mess with his masterpieces very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for tonight. Perhaps I will give a report again soon, in between my baby yoga (super baby with mommy), luxury spa (bath), and pedicure (nail trim).</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/8540175497076413294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=8540175497076413294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/8540175497076413294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/8540175497076413294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/04/springtime-already.html' title='Springtime Already?'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-5864312686581086667</id><published>2008-01-20T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:26:22.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1303-799323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1303-799297.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my long absence, everybody!  A lot has changed since my last post - for one thing, we are in a new year - both on the calendar and in my life!  I celebrated my #1 with some carrot cake and family playtime this Saturday.  Grandma, Grandpa, Nai-Nai, Ye-Ye, Double Uncle Dave, Kimberly, Brian, Elliot, Daddy, and Lucas....oh, yeah, and Mommy - all got to hang out with me and see me wear a silly princess hat and play with toys that my brother kept managing to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - I LOVE carrot cake! I ate a whole messy piece all by myself. Thanks to Nai-Nai for assistance with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1297-753572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1297-753552.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some new tricks this quarter include learning to give and blow kisses, feeding myself quite well, and graduating to the big babies class! I am now an honorary Huskie Pup and my brother and Mommy love to take me to play with my new friends and some familiar faces. I have the same teachers that Lucas knew when he was my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hungry hippo eating plenty of solid table foods, cereal, rice, soup, meat, baby foods, bread, and still a good bit of formula. Despite my daytime meals and snacks though, I am still waking Mommy up to eat more during the night.  What can I say? Us tall growing girls gotta have that extra nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am off to bed now. It's been an exciting weekend and I am pooped from hanging out with Mommy and Grandma, waiting around at a place with lots of cars and tires, and listening to other babies in a big restaurant where some crazy guy kept throwing fire and rice on our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/5864312686581086667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=5864312686581086667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/5864312686581086667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/5864312686581086667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2008/01/my-first-year.html' title='My First Year'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-5940463821319984795</id><published>2007-10-09T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:40:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Wave</title><content type='html'>I am starting to favor my right hand. I use it mostly to pick up and grab things, and also to wave to my fans.   It started with my immitation of bye bye and now I like to smile and wave when people enter the room, too.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/5940463821319984795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=5940463821319984795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/5940463821319984795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/5940463821319984795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/10/princess-wave.html' title='Princess Wave'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-2051680583953214030</id><published>2007-09-29T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T04:50:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Changes</title><content type='html'>I'm crawling on my knees so quickly, talking in Buh-buhs all the time, standing in my crib and pulling up to sit and stand when I can.....so many changes.....new teeth finally showing through on the top....so many changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must cling tight to Mommy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/2051680583953214030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=2051680583953214030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/2051680583953214030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/2051680583953214030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/09/so-many-changes.html' title='So Many Changes'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-1249698535675151907</id><published>2007-09-09T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:53:04.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh Buh Buh and a Muh Muh Muh</title><content type='html'>Hi, everybody! I now have four - yes &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; - teeth in my cute little mouth.  In other news about my mouth, I am starting to talk with consonants.  Just yesterday, Daddy and Mommy were discussing when I might start to mutter some sounds like "Bah Bah" or "Mama".  So my brother decided to try teaching me - and it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch and learn from Lucas, so I was excited to try to say "Buh Buh Buh" after he did.  Then Daddy practiced with me last night and got me to say some "M's", too.  Now I am adicted to these new sounds and I like to talk to my animal friends in the crib...and to the floor, and to the curtains, and to the wall, and just in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried on my first pair of shoes today, and Daddy and Mommy are happy that they fit.  Apparently, I have pretty big feet for my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go - there is something shiny in the distance!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/1249698535675151907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=1249698535675151907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1249698535675151907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1249698535675151907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/09/buh-buh-buh-and-muh-muh-muh.html' title='Buh Buh Buh and a Muh Muh Muh'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-4520790360008380403</id><published>2007-08-20T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:27:53.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1043-767816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_1043-767792.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my first vacation with my family, to Cancun. We spent some time in the pool, and I found that splashing is even more fun in a giant pool than it is at home in the bath tub.  But being in that hot sun sure did wear me out, so I took some long naps in the hotel room while Mommy ordered room service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we returned home, I have been practicing scooting along the floor. I try to get up with my tummy off the ground, like some of my friends at school do, but then I just rock a little and float like a boat back on my tum-tum. A real motivator is Mommy's facsinating big black keys. When I see those, I go for it.  But then she keeps moving them away and so I have to keep moving to get them. Why does she keep doing that just as I was about to put them in my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today for my check up, and I am still super long. And everything was just fine and dandy...until that lady stuck those big needles in my legs. Ouch! Ever since then, I have been pretty grumpy and tired. But Mommy picked up my medicine and Daddy force-fed it to me (it tastes weird, Mommy said it's like oranges), and now I can rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I leave you with a cute image of me cuddled with my toy piggy. Nite nite.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/4520790360008380403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=4520790360008380403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/4520790360008380403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/4520790360008380403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/08/little-update.html' title='Little Update'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-7546524668877747787</id><published>2007-07-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:27:36.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Wammy</title><content type='html'>So I wasn't feeling well last week and Mommy wanted to make sure I was ok. So she took me in for a check up at the doctor. Even though I was pretty cheery, something wasn't quite right. Turns out, I have an ear infection.  Well, two actually, in both of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Doctor gave me some medicine, which is really icky and tastes nothing at all like my yummy bottles, and it makes me feel a little woozy. I did ok for the first couple of days, but on Friday my food threw itself right out of my little body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy called the nurse and she said I should be ok, and I still have to keep taking my medicine. Rats.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/7546524668877747787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=7546524668877747787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/7546524668877747787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/7546524668877747787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/07/double-wammy.html' title='Double Wammy'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-2018043411849123821</id><published>2007-07-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:25:24.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Events</title><content type='html'>I have been such a good baby lately, always putting myself easily to sleep at bedtime, and always happily playing with my family and friends.  I am so excited to visit with my teachers each day and I like to listen to some of my friends sing and talk in class. They are a bit older than me, so I am watching how they crawl and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxiously anticipating some upcoming events, including a wedding on the 21st and our family vacation to the beach.  I haven't seen a beach yet, so my brother and Mommy and Daddy are excited to show me what it is like. And Mommy is thrilled to get to dress me up in pretty clothes for the wedding ceremony. (It's because I'm even cuter in a frilly dress.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/2018043411849123821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=2018043411849123821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/2018043411849123821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/2018043411849123821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/07/approaching-events.html' title='Approaching Events'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-6852290238330309220</id><published>2007-06-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:16:02.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Front and Center</title><content type='html'>Hi, everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been writing often; a lot of changes have been going on with my little body.  I have 2 brand new teeth, in the front bottom.  They were giving me a bit of discomfort but I handled it pretty well. I was busily munching away on Mommy's hand as usual, when she said "Ooo, something sharp in there!" They are cute little white buds right now, but soon to become big perly chompers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am not feeling myself today.  Mommy and I stayed up all night crying and whining and tossing and turning...well I did all that, Mommy just tried to comfort me.  She couldn't give me medicine because I threw up all my food, so I wouldn't swallow it down. Eventually though, she finally did get me to drink some medicine and some more bottle, and now I can take a satisfying nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send some hugs and kisses my way, and pray for a speedy recovery.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/6852290238330309220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=6852290238330309220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6852290238330309220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6852290238330309220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/06/front-and-center.html' title='Front and Center'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-1113477562463751505</id><published>2007-06-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:18:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitter Patter Streeetch Chew Chew</title><content type='html'>It's a big day in babydom! I've reached a pinacle of development, an apex of human biology, a landmark on the map of life! I can eat my own feet!  Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the news desk - I started school on Friday.  So far, I'm doing fine. I met lots of nice new teachers and they take good care of me and feed me and rock me and play with me. Then at the end of the day Mommy and Lucas pick me up and I am so happy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/1113477562463751505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=1113477562463751505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1113477562463751505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1113477562463751505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/06/pitter-patter-streeetch-chew-chew.html' title='Pitter Patter Streeetch Chew Chew'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-3626504072431185683</id><published>2007-06-10T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:56:43.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>The weekend was filled up with a lot of new things. Friday night, Mommy introduced me to cereal. I liked the taste, but I don't quite understand the whole spoon concept yet.  I laughed a lot when she was feeding me, because it was just so silly not using a bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, I went along with everybody to the swimming pool. When Mommy dipped me into the cool water, I looked a bit confused. But soon I grew to feel very comfy and almost feel asleep in Daddy's arms. It was a nice day and Lucas and I were spent. But after a change, we all went over to the "restaurant with the guitar man". This is Lucas's favorite restaurant, because the guitar man sings fun songs to us and you can color on the table. But what would I know, I just sit there in my carseat and make bubble sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another first of mine to emerge is the fun sounds I can make with my lips and spit bubbles. It makes Mommy do funny things and smile and giggle. And as you know giggling is contagious so we have loops of fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/3626504072431185683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=3626504072431185683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3626504072431185683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3626504072431185683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/06/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-7190583304790300785</id><published>2007-06-05T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:49:26.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Reports "Off The Charts"</title><content type='html'>Check out my latest headline. At my 4-month check up yesterday, I was 27 inches long. According to Dr. Knapp and her nurses, that is off the charts! I am a long and lean baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was full of smiles and telling the doc all about my trials with turning over and trying to move. Recently, I started putting my little bootie in the air and inching myself foreward. I am determined to go places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says she is anticipating an early walker. I say runner!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/7190583304790300785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=7190583304790300785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/7190583304790300785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/7190583304790300785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/06/doctor-reports-off-charts.html' title='Doctor Reports &quot;Off The Charts&quot;'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-6634782332582627975</id><published>2007-05-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:12:50.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Banshee Acrobat</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days I have been demonstrating just how loud I can be, if I really want something.  Last night when Mommy had to change my wet clothes at 3am, I cried so loud that my brother woke up and started crying, too. And between the crying and whining worry and Mommy's calm-down words, it sounded like rush hour in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm in a better mood, I like to play with my feet. Holding my feet is so much fun and it gives my busy fingers something to grab into. And when I'm not doing that, I'm just starting intently at my left hand. Mommy thinks I'm just fascinated with my wiggly fingers, but I am really working on my shadow puppets routine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/6634782332582627975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=6634782332582627975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6634782332582627975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6634782332582627975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/05/little-banshee-acrobat.html' title='Little Banshee Acrobat'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-3502832774775358217</id><published>2007-05-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T11:04:59.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Doodle Bug On Caffine</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with rolling over.  I like to roll over all the way onto my tummy, and usually always to the left. I do this so often that Mommy and Nai Nai are always turning me back over onto my back.  It makes it slightly harder to sleep, cus I get stuck like that and start to whine, and someone has to come rescue me.  But Mommy says I am getting much stronger, and I might be crawling before you know it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/3502832774775358217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=3502832774775358217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3502832774775358217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3502832774775358217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/05/like-doodle-bug-on-caffine.html' title='Like a Doodle Bug On Caffine'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-1673922120266091578</id><published>2007-05-15T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:09:40.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Face</title><content type='html'>Mommy's a little mad at me. You see, I have been giving her an extra hard time at night this week.  I just don't feel quite right, and sometimes it is hard for me to sleep.  And then there are those times at 3am when I decide it's time to take a break and play!  Not sure why Mommy doesn't want to play at 3am.  She keeps giving me tired grumpy face looks.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/1673922120266091578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=1673922120266091578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1673922120266091578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/1673922120266091578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/05/grumpy-face.html' title='Grumpy Face'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-4392797410391561005</id><published>2007-05-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:37:29.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snicker Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/leiasmile-707087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/leiasmile-707083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my cute smile! I am snickering just for you.  Daddy has no idea what's goin' on.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/4392797410391561005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=4392797410391561005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/4392797410391561005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/4392797410391561005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/05/snicker-butt.html' title='Snicker Butt'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-6460385382460306961</id><published>2007-04-30T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:24:07.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munch - Grab - Haha...Munch</title><content type='html'>In between bouts of laughter at all the funny faces and sounds coming from my family members - I am a little grumpy too.  You see, I am teething now and therefore my hands are always all around my face and inside my mouth.  Mommy gave me a neat colorful set of rings to munch on, too.  I am getting to know them better - trying harder to grab things.  Most of the time I grab onto my clothes or latch onto someone's hand or arm.  But I am practicing grabbing toys and blankets, too.  Even though I still get in some naptime, I have some trouble staying asleep because my teeth along with some alergies make me feel icky.  Good thing I have lots of family around to keep me company and standby with pacifiers.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/6460385382460306961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=6460385382460306961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6460385382460306961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/6460385382460306961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/04/hahamunchgrabmunchhehe.html' title='Munch - Grab - Haha...Munch'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-8767608689201848830</id><published>2007-04-16T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:51:11.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bugs</title><content type='html'>Everywhere they are little bugs.  The mobile on my swing has a bumble bee that smiles down on me as I rock at the dinner table.  My play mat has lady bugs and a big musical butterfly who sings whenever I dance a jig.  And then there are tiny little mean bugs that make you feel icky inside.  Mommy calls them germs.  I seem to have them lately because I get very conjested and especially at night I have some trouble getting to sleep.  And tonight it seems like my brother has them too.  He is hot and tired.  Mommy gave him some medicine but he doesn't want to do much besides lay down with his blanky.  Tomorrow he will stay home instead of going to school, but Mommy says he can't play with me because he might make me hot, too.  I hope he gets better so he can come back and entertain me with his singing again.  My latest favorite is the ABC song.  Especially that "elhimenopee" part.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/8767608689201848830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=8767608689201848830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/8767608689201848830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/8767608689201848830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/04/little-bugs.html' title='Little Bugs'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-3057274116606061118</id><published>2007-04-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:12:16.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Moments At Your Fingertips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/Photo-20-790576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/uploaded_images/Photo-20-790563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that there are these amazing things called hands attached to the ends of my arms, and I can actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; the way they move around?  What's more, I can put them r&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ight into my mouth&lt;/span&gt; and suck on them!  And all this time I thought they just had a life of their own.  I like to visit people and tell them all about my exciting discoveries like this.  I attended a friend's birthday party on Saturday, and I was smiley and vocal with everyone.  They noticed how incredibly cute I am already, but I made some cute noises for emphasis.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/3057274116606061118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=3057274116606061118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3057274116606061118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/3057274116606061118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/04/exciting-moments-at-your-fingertips.html' title='Exciting Moments At Your Fingertips'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904011898907456932.post-4591322679861306964</id><published>2007-03-28T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:06:38.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Do My Little Coo on the Catwalk</title><content type='html'>I am a long little baby.  When the doctor people measured me today, I was a whole 25 inches! That's in the 95% height category.  So basically, this means I could be a supermodel soon.  Watch out all you other babies out there - I might be on the cover of "In" magazines like Parents and Baby Journal soon.  Then when you see me roll up in my stoller in the park you will want my autograph (Mommy can assist me with that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it seems I have contracted my first baby cold.  &lt;a href="http://www.lucasliamchan.com/blog"&gt;My brother Lucas &lt;/a&gt;probably gave it to me, because he has a runny nose.  Those boys - always something comin' out of their noses.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/4591322679861306964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904011898907456932&amp;postID=4591322679861306964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/4591322679861306964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904011898907456932/posts/default/4591322679861306964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.raythechan.com/leia/blog/2007/03/and-i-do-my-little-coo-on-catwalk.html' title='And I Do My Little Coo on the Catwalk'/><author><name>Leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01928665202009279145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
