<?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-2179107128380980774</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:17:14.362-05:00</updated><category term='Christmas 2008'/><category term='HOLY CRAP WE HAVE A KID'/><category term='Chloe'/><category term='Preparing for Baby McElwain'/><category term='gratuitous Simpsons quotes'/><title type='text'>The McElwains</title><subtitle type='html'>If you know us, then you know that Erin has vetoed every clever phrase I have come up with as a title for this blog.  While you're mulling that over, look at pictures of my pets.  If you don't, the terrorists win.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-7287601698712366939</id><published>2009-06-23T21:58:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:27:42.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Chloe Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weekends ago, Colin and Claudine came to visit and we had a great time enjoying time by the pool and going to the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thebavarianchef.com"&gt;Bavaian Chef&lt;/a&gt;. Chloe is still spending one day a week with Kit, which has been really helpful for us. As you will see from some of the pictures below, she is getting big. She loves the water, so bath time or time in the pool is always a happy time for her. She says Mama and Dadda pretty regularly and is beginning to associate those sounds with Grant and I which is so cool. She is quite the crawler and loves to pull herself up to a standing position. Chloe is a very active little girl at 7 1/2 months. She holds her bottle on her own now, but can't quite pick up small object, like Cheerios. Dinner time can sometimes be challenging, but thank goodness for Layla, our dog. She is sure to clean up the mess on the floor, especially after Chloe decided that she will only eat if she can feed herself. she newest frustration, is that when she is in the highchair, and doesn't want to eat, she shakes her head from side to side until the spoon goes away. Amusing, but frustrating. She also loves drinking water from her sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGSgSZd26I/AAAAAAAAARM/Xqmtq28cxwM/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350718915684981666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGSgSZd26I/AAAAAAAAARM/Xqmtq28cxwM/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out with Grandma Kit at the pool.  Yes, we have plenty of Sunscreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGSF9NkapI/AAAAAAAAARE/Z2z5as1Mwd8/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350718463321336466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGSF9NkapI/AAAAAAAAARE/Z2z5as1Mwd8/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the left overs from the Bavarian Chef!  I have never seen so much food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGPsEzRNbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kbAVN20lslg/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350715819658655154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGPsEzRNbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kbAVN20lslg/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe was eating some of the many sides that are prepared family style at the Bavarian Chef.  I don;t think she is sure what to think of them.  Not your typical formula taste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGNn0O15hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8T9C_JS68eA/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350713547468170770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGNn0O15hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8T9C_JS68eA/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe has these letters that are for the bath that she likes to chew on and explore while getting clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGKj7dKVGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/erAugT1kOus/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350710182152918114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGKj7dKVGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/erAugT1kOus/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After she had pulled her self up in the crib for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGJrfjGqCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JqQXzBa-_Hw/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350709212588976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGJrfjGqCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JqQXzBa-_Hw/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorite pictures, as Chloe is beginning to recognize herself in the mirror as herself.  It makes her happy to look at herself before we get in the bath....hopefully she won't be too vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGI4IE8gRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3FYGr4iSKQM/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350708330115137810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGI4IE8gRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3FYGr4iSKQM/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe feeding herself...No mommy assistance needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-7287601698712366939?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/7287601698712366939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=7287601698712366939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7287601698712366939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7287601698712366939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-chloe-updates.html' title='Some Chloe Updates...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SkGSgSZd26I/AAAAAAAAARM/Xqmtq28cxwM/s72-c/DSC00603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-4866810985890563814</id><published>2009-06-12T22:09:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:06:01.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meghan's Farewell</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends since 6th grade is moving to Boston and last weekend I had the opportunity hang out with her one last time before she moves in Late June.  We had a great day filled with friends and laughs.  While visiting Meghan in Harrisonburg, we were also visiting Diana, Wes and Payton.  Here are some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMLeBVfDYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WReCDRR3aiQ/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMLeBVfDYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WReCDRR3aiQ/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346629793001442690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan playing with Chloe and Payton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMMGb0Y1oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DLBc12dROcs/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMMGb0Y1oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DLBc12dROcs/s320/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346630487305148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go for a walk enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMPkMY8-PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/29nyXFqbfc0/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMPkMY8-PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/29nyXFqbfc0/s320/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634297094502642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is all smiles and enjoying the sunny day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMTMI-eVII/AAAAAAAAAPs/HzC3TI65Xhk/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMTMI-eVII/AAAAAAAAAPs/HzC3TI65Xhk/s320/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346638281907786882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMUGryf6AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/czC6qWjCZzE/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMUGryf6AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/czC6qWjCZzE/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346639287685212162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's first horse ride on Blaze with Diana and Meghan. She actually loved this and really wanted to pull the horse's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMVU01s4GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nZ-eZ-3LYUg/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMVU01s4GI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nZ-eZ-3LYUg/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346640630144360546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a great time laughingat their faces.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMW0DWJSdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KKvMdPeVW8E/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMW0DWJSdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KKvMdPeVW8E/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346642266126109138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Ashley, but this is our little group.  I am really going to miss Meghan, but I love Boston, so I am excited to make it back there again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-4866810985890563814?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/4866810985890563814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=4866810985890563814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/4866810985890563814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/4866810985890563814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/06/meghans-farewell.html' title='Meghan&apos;s Farewell'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SjMLeBVfDYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WReCDRR3aiQ/s72-c/DSC00477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-6968460377760095658</id><published>2009-06-12T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:09:51.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Part 2:  Mom and Richard's Wedding</title><content type='html'>I will post more on this when I get the pictures next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-6968460377760095658?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/6968460377760095658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=6968460377760095658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6968460377760095658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6968460377760095658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/06/texas-part-2-mom-and-richards-wedding.html' title='Texas Part 2:  Mom and Richard&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-5111431847850648160</id><published>2009-05-31T21:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:39:41.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Texas: Part One--Kimberly's Graduation</title><content type='html'>On May 14, We headed to Texas again, only this time to Austin and San Marcos to see my baby sister graduate from college. She started out down the path of nursing school, but quickly realized that was not for her. The ended up focusing on Communications instead at Texas State University in their College of Fine Arts. We helped her move out of her apartment the day before (OMG...I'm so glad I am not a college student anymore) and dined at the &lt;a href="http://www.gristmillrestaurant.com/"&gt;Gristmill Restaurant and Bar&lt;/a&gt;. Most of the place is outside and the tables run along a bank that over looks the Guadalupe River (See Grant Below). It is a spectacular setting located in Gruene, TX where there are many cute little shops and B&amp;amp;Bs. If you are ever in the Austin area, this is a great place to visit. Here's Chloe taking it all in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM1mvOSXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QRg9tMtc-I4/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342172522619232018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM1mvOSXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QRg9tMtc-I4/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The next day, we were up bright and early for the graduation. We got great seats and I was able to snap a photo of Kimberly getting her Diploma. Chloe was very good and slept though most of it, but at least she was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM3QwYhTLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ne0q5q9AuGM/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342174343996722354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM3QwYhTLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ne0q5q9AuGM/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM4HdH6AtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rZ5WU-CcrGo/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342175283719570130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM4HdH6AtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rZ5WU-CcrGo/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Her graduation lunch/dinner at the Macaroni Grill near our hotel. Since we were early we were one of the only parties in the restaurant, which is always good when you have a baby. I highly recommend the house wine, which is very good and reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM5sn2uEuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pfDu4alwEos/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177021767062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM5sn2uEuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pfDu4alwEos/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out on 6th Street in Austin to celebrate!  Chloe, Richard and Mom decided to go on a Carriage ride with Chloe so grant and I could have some adult time out.  Chloe spewed all over Richard, which made for a few laughs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM6HodiBQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0IGK_4npMZw/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177485786318082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM6HodiBQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0IGK_4npMZw/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM8IsXJVsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lHk85lEBIec/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342179703036401346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM8IsXJVsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lHk85lEBIec/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grant and I at the Library Bar in Austin!  No reading or studying going on here....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-5111431847850648160?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/5111431847850648160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=5111431847850648160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5111431847850648160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5111431847850648160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/05/visit-to-texas-part-one-kimberlys.html' title='Visit to Texas: Part One--Kimberly&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SiM1mvOSXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QRg9tMtc-I4/s72-c/DSC00341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-6496853326539799803</id><published>2009-05-11T20:21:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:08:33.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding and a mother...</title><content type='html'>When I found out one of my best friends from college, Morgan, was engaged, little did I know when her wedding came around, I would be a mom. I remember when I visited her last year just before she moved back to Philly, I told her I was watching my weight, and didn't want to attend the "oh so great Martini bar" we had been planning to go to for months. Her first reaction, "Yeah right!" What is going on? She knew me too well. There was no way I was turning down a good martini (not that I am an alcoholic or anything, but a social drinker I am). So I spilled the beans. She was newly engaged and I was pergnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, little did I know on the weekend, of her wedding, I would be spending my first mothers day weekend celebrating her new marriage to John, and Grant and I would get our first vacation from being, parents since Chloe was born in November. I must say, it was bliss! We got to sleep in, go to a sheeshy &lt;a href="http://www.triarestaurant.com/"&gt;wine bar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.oldcitydistrict.org/indexFlash.php"&gt;walk around&lt;/a&gt; with no place to go, have&lt;a href="http://www.elvezrestaurant.com/"&gt; margaritas &lt;/a&gt;in the middle of the day, have a picnic &lt;a href="http://www.getcosi.com/"&gt;lunch &lt;/a&gt;in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rittenhouse_Square"&gt;Rittenhouse &lt;/a&gt;Square, and go shopping in cute stores that don't exist in Charlottesville. We finally had a beuatiful weekend away with gorgous city weather. A mother and father's day break, but we couldn't help but to think of Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that face, how could I not miss this precious child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjSnoP8t7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DrDhamBuhww/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334745336881395634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjSnoP8t7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DrDhamBuhww/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked though the city, we couldn't help but to notice all the moms with the cute strollers. We said things like, "I've seen about 20 of those strollers" (seriously, if you live in Philly, you are not cool unless you have &lt;a href="http://www.bugaboo.nl/"&gt;this stroller&lt;/a&gt;). We noticed many fathers with their little buddle snuggled up in infant carriers with their manly diaper bags. For a second, we stopped to think about what it is like being parents in a big city? When we left Chloe with Grant's parents for two days, the back of our Jeep would have suggested we were leaving for a month! How different it would be to have a baby without a car? I would be much skinnier, am sure...Nontheless we couldn't help but to go into every little boutique baby store and admire all the cute baby things, that we couldn't afford...(Seriously, $60 for an infant t-shirt with the Beatles logo). We kept looking at our phones wondering if we should call and check in on Chloe, and we did, and all was well. Seriously, what did we do with ourselves before we had Chloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we shared our weekend with Morgan and John, we met their family and friends. We shared pictures with each other's children and grand children. Each time I attend a wedding, I am reminded of the love I share for my own husband and how our love has shaped me as mother. I hope that Morgan and John can also feel this love someday if they choose. We enjoyed Friday night at the &lt;a href="http://www.belmontmansion.org/photos_belmont_mansion.html"&gt;Belmont Mansion&lt;/a&gt; with a view of the Philadelphia city Skyline that is priceless. We then shared Sat. night at the&lt;a href="http://www.kimmelcenter.org/facilities/tour/"&gt; Kimmel Center&lt;/a&gt; where the ceremony was of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quaker_wedding"&gt;Quaker tradition&lt;/a&gt;, where I was honored to share why they should be wed. Despite many blisters, we shared a wonderful evening fully of laughs and dancing to celebrate the new husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334744077399732626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjReUUHsZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/A_YLjGT3D4w/s320/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjUOkE7GGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YcFEkjkfjX4/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747105287936098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjUOkE7GGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YcFEkjkfjX4/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Grant and I, this weekend in Philly was about Love. A lifetime of love and happiness for a friend and their new marriage, the love of the city where I used to live, the love of a mother and father missing their daughter, a love for each other and the loving marriage we are so lucky to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjRe7LYJfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/s4QCmELdaDw/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334744087832045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjRe7LYJfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/s4QCmELdaDw/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-6496853326539799803?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/6496853326539799803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=6496853326539799803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6496853326539799803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6496853326539799803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-and-mother.html' title='A wedding and a mother...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgjSnoP8t7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DrDhamBuhww/s72-c/DSC00282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-405985026973364809</id><published>2009-05-10T21:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:55:20.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Girl!</title><content type='html'>Chloe has reached 6 months of age!  What doe that mean to you none baby friends?  Well, for us it means Chloe is sleeping though the night!  1.) She goes to bed between 7 and 8 and gets up around 6:30 am.  2.) She laughs and smiles more than she cries!  This means we can take her lots of places now without people looking at us like they are about to explode because we are the ones with the screaming kid.  This has been a lot of fun. 3.) She is 6 months and it has gone by so fast!  We are really just trying to take it all in and enjoy all the little moments.  She is doing all kinds of fun things now and is really starting to blossom into a little person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Nikki, Kristin and I went wine tasting at &lt;a href="http://www.keswickvineyards.com/"&gt;Keswick&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://www.barboursvillewine.net/b/index.firefox.html"&gt; Barboursville Vineyards&lt;/a&gt;, Two of my favorites.  Chloe came with us on our girls day out and we had a blast sampling good wines and enjoying a picnic outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sgd__ZBkonI/AAAAAAAAANk/04rBWaVLjzA/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sgd__ZBkonI/AAAAAAAAANk/04rBWaVLjzA/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334373010669609586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sgd--OlveiI/AAAAAAAAANc/k8ltSq0gq2w/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sgd--OlveiI/AAAAAAAAANc/k8ltSq0gq2w/s320/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334371891177028130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also brought Chloe to Scott's birthday bash where she was happily playing on the floor with her toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgeBGc2JBiI/AAAAAAAAANs/qIoiHUgOXKM/s1600-h/4325_85201161766_641096766_2262738_4716680_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgeBGc2JBiI/AAAAAAAAANs/qIoiHUgOXKM/s320/4325_85201161766_641096766_2262738_4716680_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334374231466116642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgeB8O9kCSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T_tbHhhsi_4/s1600-h/4325_85201311766_641096766_2262764_7560614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SgeB8O9kCSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T_tbHhhsi_4/s320/4325_85201311766_641096766_2262764_7560614_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334375155452086562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant and I also took her swimming, which was so fun.  Enjoy the video of her babbling and newly discovered joy for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cae31c1447f2f950" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcae31c1447f2f950%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EC46E02CF3DC6C5234EC3AC219BBD2B19EDE8BE.22C9EDCDA5337D0F52FAE0C33021B4931CE9D828%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcae31c1447f2f950%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxEQMhVw7aMmleVEnjD74Hzi0u2k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcae31c1447f2f950%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EC46E02CF3DC6C5234EC3AC219BBD2B19EDE8BE.22C9EDCDA5337D0F52FAE0C33021B4931CE9D828%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcae31c1447f2f950%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxEQMhVw7aMmleVEnjD74Hzi0u2k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-405985026973364809?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cae31c1447f2f950&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/405985026973364809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=405985026973364809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/405985026973364809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/405985026973364809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-girl.html' title='Social Girl!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sgd__ZBkonI/AAAAAAAAANk/04rBWaVLjzA/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-1606546588067851990</id><published>2009-05-04T20:41:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:37:42.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Texas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-N_vhVSRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0XMlc7KalNw/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-N_vhVSRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0XMlc7KalNw/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332136610057505042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-M0QOvUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8qPk2Iwfsos/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-M0QOvUkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8qPk2Iwfsos/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332135313167831618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Chloe had her first plane ride.  We visited Grandma Betty and "Gram"pa Richard, Aunt Kimberly and other Texas folks.  Chloe did so good on the plane.  I couldn't tell if people were gazing at us as we were waiting for our plane because they thought Chloe was cute, or that "oh my God, I hope that baby is not sitting next to me on the plane."  Yes, I became the person on the plane I hated most sitting next too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-bvgX8lpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KuzBlrss6C4/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-bvgX8lpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KuzBlrss6C4/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332151724276487826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We safely arrived in the Lone Star State with some great weather.  Grandma Betty, Chloe and I were enjoying an early, warm, breezy morning on the country swing in the back yard. Chloe loves this swing, as she was really fascina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ted by how the wind was moving the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly and Chloe enjoying the day outside on the deck, but don't put me down!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-iTigNkTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iFsmTprVS3U/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-iTigNkTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iFsmTprVS3U/s320/DSC00272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332158940393083186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-j_9KAddI/AAAAAAAAANE/NeKHG4_M784/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-j_9KAddI/AAAAAAAAANE/NeKHG4_M784/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332160802973578706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1606546588067851990?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1606546588067851990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1606546588067851990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1606546588067851990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1606546588067851990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/05/visiting-texas.html' title='Visiting Texas!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sf-N_vhVSRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0XMlc7KalNw/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-109964902695707283</id><published>2009-05-01T08:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:07:35.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie's Visit from Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SfrwC-BJN6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/g2Y0cOkUiOk/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SfrwC-BJN6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/g2Y0cOkUiOk/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330837042744604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month, one of my very good college friends, Julie, came to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McElwain&lt;/span&gt; family.  Julie flew in from Boston and we were so glad to have her.  She got to meet Chloe and kidnapped me for a great night out!  We had fun listening to the bands at Fridays After 5 down town and then we had lovely dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.comptoirzinc.com/"&gt;Zinc&lt;/a&gt;, where we had their trout, mac and cheese, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brussels&lt;/span&gt; sprouts.  Yes, I did say that.  Brussels sprouts.  They were amazing!  French tapas at their best.  But, there's nothing better than dining with friends outside on a great night, good food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt; wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sfrxoyzwc6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/rT9vM1uU3oE/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sfrxoyzwc6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/rT9vM1uU3oE/s320/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330838792082322338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never seem to get enough family shots anymore because on of us is always taking the picture.  Julie happily snapped a few family shots in the middle of Grant working in the yard.  You have to take them when you can get them, especially with Layla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SfrywXLUbqI/AAAAAAAAAME/dIB76nuyozc/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SfrywXLUbqI/AAAAAAAAAME/dIB76nuyozc/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330840021615537826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a great Chloe picture.  One of the little moments and one of her many funny faces that I happen to be lucky enough to catch...&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-109964902695707283?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/109964902695707283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=109964902695707283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/109964902695707283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/109964902695707283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/05/julies-visit-from-boston.html' title='Julie&apos;s Visit from Boston'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SfrwC-BJN6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/g2Y0cOkUiOk/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-3614056431217020136</id><published>2009-04-19T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:42:07.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wino</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks, Chloe puts all things in her mouth.  Just about everything she touches goes straight in the mouth.  A little scary, so we are really having to watch her closely.  A couple of weeks ago I was eating a frozen yogurt desert and Chloe grabbed it with her death grip and just about dumped it all over her head.  The next day, she was eying some kids at a baseball game with ice cream cones.  Not only is she getting better with her hands, but I think she is also getting better with smells.  She has become very curious about things that smell strong.  Hence, this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SevEb8m3D2I/AAAAAAAAALs/yh_drJT7dmQ/s1600-h/chloe+m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SevEb8m3D2I/AAAAAAAAALs/yh_drJT7dmQ/s320/chloe+m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326566968700374882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was enjoying a glass of wine at Connie's house, Chloe was like a dog on a bone trying to drink out of the glass.  Hard to tell that from this picture, but the combination of her fascination with her mouth and her newly discovered "taste" for smells has resulted in this funny moment.  However, we did not actually ever let her drink my wine.  No, we are not "one of those" parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-3614056431217020136?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/3614056431217020136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=3614056431217020136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3614056431217020136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3614056431217020136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/04/wino.html' title='Wino'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SevEb8m3D2I/AAAAAAAAALs/yh_drJT7dmQ/s72-c/chloe+m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-3385253646086223162</id><published>2009-04-16T21:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:29:45.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to My Ears</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, we spent Easter with Kit and Larry.  Chloe was being her usual energetic self playing on the floor.  Now it really feels like there is something new every day.  She has discovered her feet and will sometimes chew on her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sefdbvz4IKI/AAAAAAAAALk/gZXwB_7SYoc/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sefdbvz4IKI/AAAAAAAAALk/gZXwB_7SYoc/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325468553149161634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also really curious about the piano.  She stays with Kit one day a week and she says that Chloe really likes to listen to her play the piano.  She has a swing set up in the living room where the piano is, and she seems to be calmed by the sound of music.  I always put classical music on before bedtime and it has recently helped her get to sleep.  However, this weekend, Chloe was very interested in playing the piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e26270e63e12b05" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e26270e63e12b05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEBB9817322F7B4FBA13D578F7D932CCAE16C27D.2521CBF76978EED654D9F4550E0C05F0A25EE8B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e26270e63e12b05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtMp0EY58ZOjzaJKsI-7zo4AV8RQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e26270e63e12b05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEBB9817322F7B4FBA13D578F7D932CCAE16C27D.2521CBF76978EED654D9F4550E0C05F0A25EE8B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e26270e63e12b05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtMp0EY58ZOjzaJKsI-7zo4AV8RQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-3385253646086223162?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e26270e63e12b05&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/3385253646086223162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=3385253646086223162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3385253646086223162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3385253646086223162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to My Ears'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sefdbvz4IKI/AAAAAAAAALk/gZXwB_7SYoc/s72-c/DSC00236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-8322487638837373571</id><published>2009-04-12T21:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:02:38.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Peas!</title><content type='html'>Today Chloe got to eat something besides milk. She has been very curious about our food lately. We often have her sit at the kitchen island with us while we eat dinner and she tries to drink our water or pick the food from our plate. So despite the Drs. recommendation to start her on food at 6 months, I made her some homemade baby food. Apparently, this is a growing trend according to this latest &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2009/04/14/ST2009041403280.html"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt; article on the many benefits of making your own baby food.  Thanks Grumppa Larry!&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2009/04/14/ST2009041403280.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKavUwzLkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qne-Mtkt7UY/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987847323266626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKavUwzLkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qne-Mtkt7UY/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get excited Chloe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKcJPo2UOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gQ4Ydu6JTYs/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323989392135966946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKcJPo2UOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gQ4Ydu6JTYs/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah Peas! Something I can eat besides milk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKd1rNv0mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LhuXb-rAqiU/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323991254964359778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKd1rNv0mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LhuXb-rAqiU/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All steamed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKevrnPxsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iM6ODRptnl4/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323992251503724226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKevrnPxsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iM6ODRptnl4/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Purred Peas Instantly! Just add milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKf0kW9YjI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vx_wsO6w55A/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323993434967335474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKf0kW9YjI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vx_wsO6w55A/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peas! Peas! Peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKgjE2zcoI/AAAAAAAAALM/PzeV1eYbJvM/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323994233964819074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKgjE2zcoI/AAAAAAAAALM/PzeV1eYbJvM/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Feeding success. She's licking her Paws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKhJ7y88oI/AAAAAAAAALU/vDUh6TmMS9k/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323994901547643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKhJ7y88oI/AAAAAAAAALU/vDUh6TmMS9k/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No more peas Mommy, please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-8322487638837373571?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/8322487638837373571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=8322487638837373571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8322487638837373571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8322487638837373571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-peas.html' title='Sweet Peas!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SeKavUwzLkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qne-Mtkt7UY/s72-c/DSC00218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-1571341368488309170</id><published>2009-04-07T21:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:29:43.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I (Erin) am a Carolina Basketball Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A little over 4 years ago it was January 2005. I was sitting in a hospital room watching a basketball and football with my Dad. It was a good way for the both of us to spend time together while also getting our minds off of the inevitable. I just kept thinking, one day soon, I would wake up and never be able to watch sports with him again. We will never be able to talk to each other, to have dinner together or to just hang out. My Dad had always been involved in my life when it came to the sports I played and those where I cheered. He spent a lot of time taking my friends and I to high school basketball and football games, cheering on our team. One year, we even won tickets to the Washington Bullets (now the Wizards) where I was able to take many of my friends. Sports as always a big part of my life growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to college, I spent most of my time studying. I was afraid of failing out of school, thinking that I wasn't smart enough to be at UVa. There were so many talented people around me I felt like I couldn't do anything else in my spare time but study to keep up. So when I graduated with a good GPA, went to study for a summer at Harvard, volunteered 50+ hours per week and had the pick to attend Yale or UNC Chapel Hill for Grad school, I think I finally realized I was probably over thinking things a bit. I didn't go to a lot of parties, nor did ever really get into the sports scene at UVa. I knew when I visited UNC for grad school that it was the perfect fit for me because it seemed to have the balance between being a great school with fun people and atmosphere. I needed some fun. Little did I know that my time at UNC would be challenging in a way I never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between by 3rd and last semester of school, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer in January 2005. He went from having a cough at Thanksgiving, to not being able to stand at Christmas, diagnosed on his birthday (Jan. 5) to passing away mid January. My break was anything but a break. The Doctors were not sure how long he had, 6 months at the most. I prepared my self to defer my last semester to stay at home with my Mom to help with Dad. I was prepared to put my life on hold to be with my family. Unfortunately, I didn't have that much time. My dad passed away a week after his diagnosis on Jan. 16. I was able to spend some time mourning and celebrating my dad's life before returning to school two weeks after the semester started. And that is when it hit me. I could no longer see or talk to my dad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had many supportive friends at UNC, I felt alone and empty when I returned and that was an unusual feeling for me. This is really when it really hit me that he was gone, too soon. We had much more to talk about. More games to watch together, more Cowboys-Redskins match ups to watch with Grant and I, he was supposed to walk me down the isle and be there when I had my first child. There were more ball parks to go to and more UVa football games to see. I couldn't keep thinking about what I couldn't change. I needed something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After returning to UNC, a friend invited me to come wait in line on a Sat. morning at 6am for a chance to get selected for basketball tickets for a few games, Florida state, UVa and Maryland. I thought, "What else better do I have to do?" At Carolina, there are not enough student seats for the number of people who want them, so the tickets are distributed on a lottery basis. This time, I was lucky enough to get in the nose bleed section with my friends, so we went, and stood the whole time, cheering. It as so much fun and exactly hat I needed. They kept winning, and winning, wand winning. Through out Feb, we kept going and stood in line for a special lottery for the Home, Duke-UNC game. My friends and I were lucky enough to be the 15th pick, which meant that we were given tickets to right behind the basket. This was Bliss! There was so much cheering and I never knew what a sports fan was until I discovered Carolina basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April of 2005, UNC won their 4th National championship. The night of the game I was coming home from Philly after spending the weekend looking for a place to live, but I didn't miss the big win. The streets outside my apartment flooded with people celebrating and cheering. Everyone was happy and blissful. Carolina basketball that semester gave me something to look forward to, something to smile about. I needed Carolina basketball more than it needed me. Watching Carolina that year, gave me the strength to move on with my life after such a sudden tragedy.  they gave me something to hope for, and something to look forward to during this hard time.  Sports was something Dad and I shared together, and perhaps that year that is exactly what happened in spirit. The Carolina spirit lives on. This week, they won their 5th NCAA championship. I couldn't help but to think of my Dad and remember why I started watching Carolina Basketball games in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my dearest friends from childhood lost her mother to breast cancer this past weekend. I spent time with their family, watching Carolina in the final four together with their family and friends. The evening was lighthearted and fun, despite the immense sadness and mourning, a feeling I know well. I couldn't help but to remember how far I've come in the healing process, but I also know how hard the road ahead is for my friend. Was this win my Dad's way of saying, "Erin, I am here for you and here for her." The love of sports was something Dad and I both shared, and I think it is something we will continue to share as time goes on. Through out this past weekend, I couldn't help but to think about my friend and what will be her Carolina Blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sd4TXdN8ezI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gDLcdwzhIIg/s1600-h/bball-thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713103299541810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sd4TXdN8ezI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gDLcdwzhIIg/s320/bball-thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1571341368488309170?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1571341368488309170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1571341368488309170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1571341368488309170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1571341368488309170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-erin-am-carolina-basketball-fan.html' title='Why I (Erin) am a Carolina Basketball Fan'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sd4TXdN8ezI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gDLcdwzhIIg/s72-c/bball-thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-7270062345429850343</id><published>2009-04-01T15:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:53:04.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with the ladies.</title><content type='html'>My family is all dudes.  Seriously, until Chloe there hadn't been a female on my dad's side of the family in 80 years or so.  I do have Blair and Mel on my Mom's side, but I was probably 14 when they were born, and they lived in Florida, so I didn't see a whole lot of them.  All of this is a long winded way of saying that I was never surrounded by all of the stuff little girls have growing up.  Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdPEBH4pZgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v426_UaRK8A/s1600-h/OsceolaOrg_MyLittlePony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdPEBH4pZgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v426_UaRK8A/s320/OsceolaOrg_MyLittlePony.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319811108430243330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lame.  In any event, aside from the pink clothes, pink walls, pink blankets, pink bibs, pink bottles, pink toys, pink diapers and pink breast milk (seriously gift givers, there are other colors), you wouldn't really know Chloe's a girl without checking.  But I know what's coming, and I dread it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_17129_7-badass-cartoon-villains-who-lost-retarded-heroes.html"&gt;Girl's Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's watching GI Joe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-7270062345429850343?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/7270062345429850343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=7270062345429850343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7270062345429850343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7270062345429850343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-with-ladies.html' title='Life with the ladies.'/><author><name>The Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdT_n5NYsbI/AAAAAAAAAII/bjBVn1iuH3Q/S220/redskins_thin_man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdPEBH4pZgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v426_UaRK8A/s72-c/OsceolaOrg_MyLittlePony.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-3139543715014734722</id><published>2009-03-31T06:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:07:06.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Reasons Why We Love our House</title><content type='html'>One thing we had and hadn't considered when we bought our town house:  We are really close to our neighbors, so close in fact that our neighbor's living room is closer to Chloe's room than our basement.  An epiphany!  Wha-la!  While at our neighbor's house w/some friends watching basketball this weekend, we realized our monitor works from their house!   It was the greatest thing ever because we were still close by and could still hear Chloe if she woke up.  So we babysat our own child while still having a good time with friends.  A much needed break for us.  Good thing for us, we like our neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chloe gets old enough for Kindergarten, her School is in our backyard.  So that means we can be one of those parents who walks their child to school.  The school playground is right outside our house.  We spent some time outside this weekend, as the weather was really nice. Chloe was enjoying the baby swing, making some funny faces at me while I took her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdAkrES1WkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OfXsKfYvaLA/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdAkrES1WkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OfXsKfYvaLA/s320/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318791482230266434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SdH2eYqc2wI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D9DuvL69nyI/s1600-h/chloe+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SdH2eYqc2wI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D9DuvL69nyI/s320/chloe+swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319303636778277634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-3139543715014734722?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/3139543715014734722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=3139543715014734722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3139543715014734722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3139543715014734722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-reasons-why-we-love-our-house.html' title='2 Reasons Why We Love our House'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdAkrES1WkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OfXsKfYvaLA/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-1514159291236270787</id><published>2009-03-23T05:54:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:12:30.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg52dY6NiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9YFu_zhDLMY/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg52dY6NiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9YFu_zhDLMY/s320/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316562967875696162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, Grant and I both enjoy Chloe's present discoveries and look forward to see what the next week brings.  Every day, her personality ripens a bit more into the pretty little girl that she is becoming.  As I have mentioned in previous blogs, I really thing she is going to be a real talker.  I am not sure I have ever seen a baby with as much energy as Chloe, but then again, I have not been around many babies.  Here is a glimpse of what we deal with every night before bed.  Maybe she will be a singer? a comedian?  Quite amusing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82c9751de2550d46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82c9751de2550d46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34D68166726B0D572FA14C3D362927AAFD2829F4.30E02588F7B5EC905DC43F64278F59A5A2562F05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82c9751de2550d46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0Smn9gXOwJFnsfIOfhroITaVv6Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82c9751de2550d46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34D68166726B0D572FA14C3D362927AAFD2829F4.30E02588F7B5EC905DC43F64278F59A5A2562F05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82c9751de2550d46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0Smn9gXOwJFnsfIOfhroITaVv6Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 40th anniversary of the story, "The Very Hungry Caterpillar".  This was one of my favorite books as a child because I loved all the pretty colors.  Perhaps, it is the precursor as to why I decided to study science.  I learned early about the life cycles, fruits and veggies, and the need for food as a means of energy.  Reading this book to Chloe as an adult has made me think about how simple and similar life really is among different species.  Something that starts as a very small egg enters the world with fundamental needs.  For some species, this is food, for the more sophisticated, food and love among other things.  Throughout the life process as parents, we provide our off spring with the things they need to become beautiful creatures.  When I was reading to Chloe and got to the end, when the very hungry caterpillar becomes a beautiful butterfly, I couldn't help but to think about how beautiful she is today and will be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funnier note, she is at the phase where everything goes in her mouth, the very hungry Chloe was trying to eat the very hungry caterpillar...The fundamental need for food is so instinctual.  Although I think this behavior suggests she is ready for baby food, we are waiting until 6 months at our Pediatrician's recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg3T9zCr1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3bb012fTgno/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg3T9zCr1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3bb012fTgno/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316560176256560978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we also too her to her first UVa baseball game.  Thanks to Nancy, we got this really awesome backpack for Chloe, which I think is going to prove very valuable in airports and crowded places. We thought we would try it out since strollers don't maneuver well up and down stairs at stadiums.  Grant and I are always amazed as to how much stuff it takes to have a baby.  We have used just about every bit of all the many gadgets in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg4FGjV5BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SyNo94h_uIA/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg4FGjV5BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SyNo94h_uIA/s320/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316561020420219922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg4oWwV_LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mnlq8IXQ-nA/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg4oWwV_LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mnlq8IXQ-nA/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316561626065140914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg5OkaKzvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q-ECa0Ndh9Y/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg5OkaKzvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q-ECa0Ndh9Y/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316562282565258994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1514159291236270787?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82c9751de2550d46&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1514159291236270787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1514159291236270787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1514159291236270787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1514159291236270787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Scg52dY6NiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9YFu_zhDLMY/s72-c/DSC00166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-8922060477045739661</id><published>2009-03-15T22:05:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:45:57.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Friday, I went out to Barracks Rd. Shopping center to go to B&amp;amp;N and Ann Taylor Loft. I had Chloe in the stroller and went into the dressing room to try on a dress. She was beginning to get fussy, so I took her out of the stroller and set up her blanket with some toys on the floor to keep her occupied while I got dressed. I laid her on her back and put some toys around her. About one minute later, she saw the toys, lifted her legs up and fell over to the side on to her tummy with her hands in her mouth (classic Chloe) It was so exciting! The people outside the dressing room must have thought I was crazy, but I honestly didn't care. Although I am off on Fridays, I still work full time, and many times pull 12 hours days. So during the week I get to see Chloe for maybe 2 hours, if I am lucky, before she needs to go to bed. I am always so afraid I am going to miss all these milestones, but so far I haven't. She is such an active and energetic child. When I came home later that day and had her one her quilt, she did it again while I was taking some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5xgq_nzjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K0d-_BYa6ho/s1600-h/2627_614782897996_1530312_38645692_2438066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809416454655538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5xgq_nzjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K0d-_BYa6ho/s320/2627_614782897996_1530312_38645692_2438066_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing on her back one minute.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5yCLhWejI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dwMN28NRERU/s1600-h/2627_614782878036_1530312_38645689_1873880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313809992121743922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5yCLhWejI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dwMN28NRERU/s320/2627_614782878036_1530312_38645689_1873880_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And playing on her tummy the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5yMZiptJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pCMlLgeUIZE/s1600-h/2627_614782893006_1530312_38645691_3420708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313810167683986578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5yMZiptJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pCMlLgeUIZE/s320/2627_614782893006_1530312_38645691_3420708_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow she also pulled a 180 in there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-8922060477045739661?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/8922060477045739661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=8922060477045739661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8922060477045739661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8922060477045739661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/03/rolling-over.html' title='Rolling Over!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/Sb5xgq_nzjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K0d-_BYa6ho/s72-c/2627_614782897996_1530312_38645692_2438066_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-5094170373225264442</id><published>2009-03-08T21:51:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:54:27.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSC_rp36vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jAKY0Zx5pnw/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSC_rp36vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jAKY0Zx5pnw/s200/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311013891138382578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to believe that our little Chloe Grace is 4 months and growing. Every little week there's such a difference.  Since I last posted, her personality has continued to develop. She is very stubborn, which she gets from both Mom and Dad.  Instead of slowing working up to hunger, she goes from hungry to screaming in a matter of seconds.  She is back to eating every 3 hours or so, but I think she is going through a growth spurt.  She only will ever eat smaller bottles at a time, but she eats a lot of them, so some days it feels like we are feeding her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSCTcZuuAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JShd810GCFQ/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSCTcZuuAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JShd810GCFQ/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311013131129894914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to hold her own bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other big milestone is that she has started laughing.  She loved to be tickled, especially before a bath or a change of clothes (which is frequent)!  It is a really belly laugh like (hehehheheeeee!) as opposed to what she was doing before which was just making noise while smiling.  When she did this for the first time last week, I was beside myself with excitement and stated jumping up and down.  You really have to hold out for these refreshing and over joyous moments, especially with a baby as demanding as Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa81c37641cd6474" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa81c37641cd6474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ABC5BAD38775C72B0E732D259A5EE6F1BF4BA56.69C505B57C01E65D0D612850735C268CC5003844%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa81c37641cd6474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk7gT7Z-d2Iibp2NIIjgfX2_DWfA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa81c37641cd6474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ABC5BAD38775C72B0E732D259A5EE6F1BF4BA56.69C505B57C01E65D0D612850735C268CC5003844%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa81c37641cd6474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk7gT7Z-d2Iibp2NIIjgfX2_DWfA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of Chloe cooing back when I talk to her.  Apologies that it is a little dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new thing this week is making her lips vibrate while spiting and making noise (not sure show to describe this, so I really need to get it on video).  It is the funniest thing.  She thinks so too because she'll do it constantly and then start laughing, so clearing she enjoys it.  I've also noticed that when I talk back to her when she does this she smiles even more.  I think she is definitely going to be a talker.  Good thing phones have come a long way and the days of charging by the minute are long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets fussy at dinner time, so we have been having her some to dinner with us in her Bumbo chair.  She seems to be fascinating watching us eat.  Now she sort of wonders what it is all about?  It's about the only way we have been able to maintain eating together.  I think this will be good for her anyway; gets her used to being at the table and socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbR90OgzhqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FEHnShtzOiM/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbR90OgzhqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FEHnShtzOiM/s320/DSC00095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008196779017890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also introduced her to the doorway jumper.  For those of you who know what a "Jonny Jump Up" is, then it is very similar.   Chloe is not one to sit still, so I am not sure why we have so many infant seats in our house?  She likes to sit up or stand while we hold her and just jump, so we thought we would give it a try.  Although she wasn't crazy about it at first, she's getting used to it and beginning to like it.  It gives her a new a perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbR9PiikrZI/AAAAAAAAAII/dN4GdNxrwEg/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbR9PiikrZI/AAAAAAAAAII/dN4GdNxrwEg/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311007566499982738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first day we set her up  in the jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbR-QoA65SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mpv7952sdqA/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbR-QoA65SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mpv7952sdqA/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008684660942114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was about a week later, so she's a bit more coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, We got to meet Gus!  My good friend Connie had her baby almost two months ago and we finally got to see the little Man!  Chloe needs some girl friends.  Everyone I know who has had babies, the same time as me have all been boys!  Kelly, I am holding out for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSA1bdiflI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G-ptOs46ek8/s1600-h/n570822688_1598652_1935427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSA1bdiflI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G-ptOs46ek8/s320/n570822688_1598652_1935427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011515969732178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe and Gus hanging out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSBG393lKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9a0EWnXRwxI/s1600-h/2581_67676802688_570822688_1598651_2396953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSBG393lKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9a0EWnXRwxI/s320/2581_67676802688_570822688_1598651_2396953_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011815679300770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud Mommies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-5094170373225264442?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa81c37641cd6474&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/5094170373225264442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=5094170373225264442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5094170373225264442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5094170373225264442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-things-in-life.html' title='The Little Things in Life'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SbSC_rp36vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jAKY0Zx5pnw/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-7846834347673739785</id><published>2009-01-27T22:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:09:32.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SX_WaULeGQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ueigQwFvKBk/s1600-h/_MG_7542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296187434392754434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SX_WaULeGQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ueigQwFvKBk/s320/_MG_7542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I know I am really behind on the blog sorry about that! I guess it is par for the course that being a new Mom takes up so much time. A couple of weeks ago, our camera broke, so we had to get a new one Since every day Chloe has seems to be a new adventure. Over the past few weeks, our wonderful friends Matt and Maria came over to watch Chloe while Grant ans I had a much needed night out. We went to &lt;a href="http://http//www.belriocharlottesville.com/"&gt;Bel Rio &lt;/a&gt;and had a wonderful meal. We couldn't help but to put our cell phone on the table and just stare at it while we were eating, thinking something would go wrong, but according to them, she was an angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned about having a baby is that it is never about you any more even though it is. when people give you gifts, it is all for the baby or something for the baby that helps you out, like a stroller or a carrier. Everyone forgets about Mom, who has been through so much physically, mentally and emotionally. Not that I am t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rying&lt;/span&gt; to be selfish or anything, but there's a lot going on and I can see how all the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressors&lt;/span&gt; get to people. One of my best friends, Julie asked me what I needed for Chloe, I really couldn't think of anything because many of our friends and family have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; spoiled her! So when I checked the mail one day, I was elated that she sent me a gift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;certificate&lt;/span&gt; for a massage from my favorite spa, &lt;a href="http://www.oasisdayspaandbodyshop.com/"&gt;Oasis&lt;/a&gt;. This was heavenly and much needed after the strain of carrying around an extra 20-30lb for 5 months. This was so appreciated. Also, it was great having meals folks brought by and sent to our home as we tranistioned into a new life. Cooking during the week has been a real challenge. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have a new perspective on baby showers. Next time I go to one, I am pampering Mom and Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Valentines weekend repainting our bedroom and playing with Chloe. I was sort of admiring her all weekend, because she showed up in my belly a year a go this time last year. Time flies! We made a great dinner and had some bubbly after Chloe went to bed. Here are some pictures Grants mom took yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SaRSm7lfIXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y-4wjQ9F2SE/s1600-h/Chloe_XMas_2008_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306457089732714866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SaRSm7lfIXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y-4wjQ9F2SE/s320/Chloe_XMas_2008_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't she have the prettiest blue eyes? She is getting really close to rolling over so stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SaRTeyP7j3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G1itBWxGYOM/s1600-h/Chloe_XMas_2008_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458049299058546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SaRTeyP7j3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G1itBWxGYOM/s320/Chloe_XMas_2008_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is loves to be on the floor and smile and take in all that is around her. I love her smile! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-7846834347673739785?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/7846834347673739785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=7846834347673739785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7846834347673739785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7846834347673739785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-know-i-am-really-behind-on-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SX_WaULeGQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ueigQwFvKBk/s72-c/_MG_7542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-7642622475269556116</id><published>2009-01-19T06:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:51:26.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SXRoBR1uW0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/j-b6MTzhLxw/s1600-h/chloe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SXRoBR1uW0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/j-b6MTzhLxw/s320/chloe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292969833245072194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to smile about!  We went for her two month check up last week and she was 10lbs 7oz, 23 inches long. Over the past two weeks we have settled into a routine.  The first week in January, I went back to work.  Grandma Kit is taking care of Chloe on Mondays.   We are doing a Nanny share with three other families on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays.  This has worked out great.  All the houses are close by our house or our work places so it makes it easy to take her and pick her up.  The three other babies are boys, so maybe that means Chloe will learn how to be tough, or she will be the little charmer! The other kids are 11,  13 and 15 months, so Chloe is the the wee little one!  Anyhow, it is working out great.   I changed my work schedule to work 4-10 hour days, so I am off with her on Fridays.  I love this because I am still working full time, but I feel like a get a little bit of a break so I can spend time with her.  I am really looking forward to the days when we can go to the park and read books at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is also beginning to sleep though the night, which is another thing to smile about!  Since I am working those long days during the week, Grant is the one who gets Chloe ready in the mornings.  Although sometimes he is greeted by a dirty diaper bright and early, the best time to see Chloe smile is right after she wakes up in the morning.  She loves to get a fresh change of clothes and a new diaper and she just smiles away.  I think this is her way of showing us her love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-7642622475269556116?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/7642622475269556116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=7642622475269556116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7642622475269556116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7642622475269556116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/01/smiles.html' title='Smiles!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SXRoBR1uW0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/j-b6MTzhLxw/s72-c/chloe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-482038148148598725</id><published>2009-01-10T19:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:10:39.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Pumped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlUijjaQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vMnpSG6WL6U/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlUijjaQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vMnpSG6WL6U/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289852189959406130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is growing.  On Friday, I took her for her 2 month check up and she was a whooping 10lbs. 7 oz. and 23in. long.  I was worried that she wasn't getting enough to eat, but Dr. D assured me this is not a problem. The only time she breast feeds is in the middle of the night.  Since introducing the bottle, during the day, she prefers it over the breast which means I am pumping all the time.  I have replaced my little black purse with the little black backpack, which has my built in pump.  One of the nice things about working in a hospital is that they have rooms for breastfeeding moms.  I have to pump before I leave in the morning at 5:30, 3 times at work and twice when I get some.  The breastfeeding nazi's would say that is not enough, but I can't wave the magic milk wand over me to make any more than I do.  By the way after breastfeeding for 2 months, I have to say it is the hardest, natural action I have ever experienced.  It is by no means intuitive.  But this is what I have to do since I am a proud and working mom.  Sorry, no pictures of the little black pump action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlUvqcmreI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DOq8qpqkAH0/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlUvqcmreI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DOq8qpqkAH0/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289852415148207586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things with Chloe, is feeding her in the middle of the night.  A friend of mine at work recently mentioned that was what she missed most about her kids when they were little.  While I need and value my sleep since I am working 10 hour days, I love the way she looks up at me when she's eating.  She goes from being really whinny, to really happy and satisfied.  She looks up at me with her big eyes with her hands clutched chomping on my boob.  It is really great and something I can't really describe in words.  Sometimes she even smiles while eating and her little dimples shine though on her face.  So precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlU69WM72I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9jhtKu8Ah3k/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlU69WM72I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9jhtKu8Ah3k/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289852609200189282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-482038148148598725?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/482038148148598725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=482038148148598725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/482038148148598725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/482038148148598725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-pumped.html' title='Get Pumped!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SWlUijjaQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vMnpSG6WL6U/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-221131173953187991</id><published>2009-01-01T16:30:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:21:17.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>The Holidays for us were very crazy this year, so thought I would Blog about it all at one time. It started with Thanksgiving when my family joined us in Virginia from Texas. Kimberly and her boyfriend Justin joined us the weekend before where we celebrated an early Thanksgiving and Christmas since my mom and Richard were already here. It was great to see all of my family at one time, since that doesn't happen very often. For the actual Thanksgiving Day, we spent with Grant's family also with my mom and Richard, The Markos Family (Grant's neighbors growing up) and The Manix Family (Kit's sister). It was so nice to have everyone around. I love houses filled with the small of great food and the aroma of love and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we spent Christmas with Grant's family. Colin and Claudine were able to make it down for Christmas day. We spent the night with Kit and Larry on Christmas eve so we could all wake up in our PJs and open gifts. Although, it didn't happen quite like that because Chloe slept in and so did mom and dad (taking advantage of extra sleep!) We enjoyed a lovely Christmas breakfast at the Markos's and then we returned to the McElwain's to open gifts. Chloe got a lot of clothes with room to grow and we also got many fun goodies. I have to say that Larry's gift tops the cake. He has always wanted chickens, so Kit has a friend that is going to build him a chicken coop in the back yard. I guess this is the Hippie in him, as he has always wanted to be self sustainable, although he doesn't like eggs, so I am not sure what he is going to do with them.  It was 4 hours later when I realized this gift was nothing to cluck at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV09uIt9C1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H-W_5jj9sv0/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286449400426335058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV09uIt9C1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H-W_5jj9sv0/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Chloe on Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV0917rf3tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8y_f1DAodl0/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286449534365327058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV0917rf3tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8y_f1DAodl0/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colin and Claudine opening their stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV0-XDFXsYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0LaCUuJXhWg/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286450103288574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV0-XDFXsYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0LaCUuJXhWg/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grumpa and Grandma McElwain with Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the Christmas festivities, Grant and I got to spend some time with friends. After Christmas, The Norcross family and the the Synan family joined us at our house for home made pizza. Although our night was cut short from a worn out little Chloe, it is always great to spend time with great friends. The next day, Meghan, Ashley, Frank, Diana, Wes and Payton joined us at our house for our annual Christmas get together. We have done this for a bout 6 years now and it is something I look forward to every year. This year was a little different since we added the little ones to the family, but it just makes it that much more fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV0_MeWNPkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gA-1AOppDBw/s1600-h/IMG_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286451021140016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV0_MeWNPkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gA-1AOppDBw/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Frank, pretending he is pregnant with Payton...yeah, he's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV1A3LSDWmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ct7zhBDanYs/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286452854268320354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV1A3LSDWmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ct7zhBDanYs/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley burping Chloe after a big dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV1AR1tfsKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZehE6DLl3o4/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286452212822683810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV1AR1tfsKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZehE6DLl3o4/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meghan giving us a break and rocking Chloe to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Years, I decided to stay home with Chloe and Grant went out with some friends. This was his first night out with buds since Little Chloe was born. I really wanted more than anything to chill out and get some rest. I got my wish! Chloe slept 7 hours straight, which was a gift for me! I had to return back to work this week, so that was hard and brought it's own set of challenges. I am looking forward to 2009 and watching her grow. 2008 was full of surprises. I wonder what 2009 will bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67baf917d028c71f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67baf917d028c71f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1806C37A703337BE11A51FC2630C21892977B1C5.28300B826A16F1FED50798A865B3DE9D8D55220E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67baf917d028c71f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcU0VxpwMxQU8IYpR583yGqLWdc8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67baf917d028c71f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1806C37A703337BE11A51FC2630C21892977B1C5.28300B826A16F1FED50798A865B3DE9D8D55220E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67baf917d028c71f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcU0VxpwMxQU8IYpR583yGqLWdc8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Mommy making Christmas cookies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-221131173953187991?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=67baf917d028c71f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/221131173953187991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=221131173953187991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/221131173953187991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/221131173953187991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-holidays-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SV09uIt9C1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H-W_5jj9sv0/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-4689088898250512496</id><published>2008-12-18T14:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:27:26.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe in the last two months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a41344d6a41354f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Chloe Grace 2 months" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a41344d6a41354f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - 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This is great because now I don't have to check one out from the library every time I want to record Chloe, which you can't always predict.  One of Chloe's first developments is holding her head up.  She's getting pretty good at it I think because she cries so much.  When she is in one of her wailing moments, her body tense up and her head gets really stiff and she holds it up.  The &lt;a href="http://www.bumbobabyseat.com/"&gt;Bumbo seat&lt;/a&gt; (thanks to the Feists) is supposed to help infants as young as one month to sit upright before they can on their own.  Chloe is also learning to grip objects like rattles, but her favorite is my hair---lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80ed2f6c8cfc5770" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80ed2f6c8cfc5770%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1479A7D757FFBCB3AA89E72A15C9842C8A443AD9.1384D0EC88E8462FA13C9E91A169116AA87CE37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80ed2f6c8cfc5770%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcL_Vjbi1G179WD3nY5EiS7bOTNA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80ed2f6c8cfc5770%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331621637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1479A7D757FFBCB3AA89E72A15C9842C8A443AD9.1384D0EC88E8462FA13C9E91A169116AA87CE37%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80ed2f6c8cfc5770%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcL_Vjbi1G179WD3nY5EiS7bOTNA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1630783594744590629?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80ed2f6c8cfc5770&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1630783594744590629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1630783594744590629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1630783594744590629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1630783594744590629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/12/heads-up.html' title='Heads Up!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-1957314792939978129</id><published>2008-12-12T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:19:54.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>One of my friends I know from the The Charlottesville-Albemarle Rescue Squad, Dottie, has a photography business.  She did some photos for our wedding and photographed Chloe last week.  You'll see Chloe's regular state of whaling in some of the pictures, but you'll also see houw precious she is.  I think my husband looks pretty hot too.  Follow this link and the password is conger.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dottied.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also check out her blog at http://wwwdottied.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend her services if you are ever in need of a photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1957314792939978129?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1957314792939978129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1957314792939978129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1957314792939978129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1957314792939978129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-357383745679332242</id><published>2008-12-06T10:11:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:37:51.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe is 4 weeks!</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that 4 weeks ago, little Chloe came into our lives.  I almost remember what an evening was like for Grant and I, but life is so much more interesting having Chloe around. Even though I am still home on maternity leave, I still find it hard to find time to do the simplest things, like get the mail, return phone calls and shower--to name a few. However, thanks to a recommendation from Diana, I am trying to use the sling more, so I have hands free capabilities, but she still thinks I am holding her (i.e. right now, which is why I am able to update the blog).   At 4 weeks, Chloe is able to almost hold her heard up and can move it from side to side.  She has started cooing when she is awake and alert or when she is getting her diaper changed.  This is a great sign, because she is starting to show happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have developed a little routine in the mornings.  Daddy gets ready for work while we are still sleeping. After Grant leave for work, shortly thereafter, Mommy and Chloe wake up and I get her diaper changed (which she loves) and new outfit because it is either sweaty or her diaper has leaked. By the time she gets a fresh diaper, she is ready to be fed.  When I pick her up from the changing table she opens her mouth and begins making noises and pecking at my face.  Sometimes she moves her tongue in and out, which is another way she tells me it's time to eat.  She's become a pretty good nurser.  Once she gets to the breast after making numerous grunting sounds, she opens her mouth wide, much like a shark going out for prey, and grabs onto my boob and nipple.  It is pretty amazing that something so small and clueless about the world is so efficient and intent about it's next meal.  For me this has been one of the most fascinating things about becoming a mother.  After eating, she is usually pretty alert, so we play on the butterfly gym mat.  She likes to look at the hanging toys, especially the ones with the mirrors.  She hasn't started purposefully grabbing at them yet, but she moves her arms and legs around, which is good physical activity and helps relieve her gas.  After we play on the mat, we usually read a story.  She seems to be fascinated by voices and it usually calms her down, with a little rocking or bouncing on my knee.  At this point she begins to cry and I think it's because she is bored or still tired, so I'll take her down to the den and rock her either in the UVa rocking chair (a gift from my dad for college graduation--I know he envisioned this rocker to be used to rock his grandchild to sleep) or the leather rocking recliner in the TV room.  She may then have periods of screaming, which I have to figure out what is wrong with her, so my mom and I came up with the ABCs of a fussy baby.&lt;br /&gt;A--Does she need Attention?&lt;br /&gt;B--Does she need to Burp?&lt;br /&gt;C--Does she need Cuddling?&lt;br /&gt;D--Does she need a diaper change?&lt;br /&gt;E--Is the Environment too hot or cold?&lt;br /&gt;F--Does she need to Fart?&lt;br /&gt;G--Does she have Gas?&lt;br /&gt;H--Is she Hungry?&lt;br /&gt;I--Is there a possibility of an infection or sickness?&lt;br /&gt;J--Should I sing her a Jingle?&lt;br /&gt;K--Does she need Aunt Kimberly  (hahah--we put that one in there for fun!)?&lt;br /&gt;L--Is Layla licking her face?&lt;br /&gt;M--Does she want to Look at her Mobile in the crib?&lt;br /&gt;N--Does she need a Nap?&lt;br /&gt;O--is she Over-stimulated?&lt;br /&gt;P--Does she need her Parents (because we are the only ones who know the little idiosyncrasies of what make her happy)?&lt;br /&gt;Q--We have tried everything and we have no idea what is wrong and it is still a Question?&lt;br /&gt;R--Does she need Rest?&lt;br /&gt;S--Does she want to be Swaddled?&lt;br /&gt;T--Does she want to be Tickled?&lt;br /&gt;U--Should we bounce her Up and down?&lt;br /&gt;V--Let's try putting her in the Vibrating chair...&lt;br /&gt;W--Does she want us to hold her and Walk around?&lt;br /&gt;X--Uhhh, I still have no idea?&lt;br /&gt;Y--It's YOU!  Pass her off to the spouse!&lt;br /&gt;Z--and hopefully finally she gets some Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time, you go through all these possibilities, she are exhausted, ready to pull your hair out and wondering why the birth control didn't work (Yes you are literally thinking about suing the Pharmaceutical company).  Then you look down at this precious little life, and you realize that nothing else matters, except for the love you feel for the precious little life that you hold in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqko_upXAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_Vw2dIKnuew/s1600-h/Dec.+3+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqko_upXAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_Vw2dIKnuew/s320/Dec.+3+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276710937626762242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  See what I mean?  How Cute is she?  This is her facial expression after some of that cooing that she has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqlEKqmwyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/g4SPEUNWcaE/s1600-h/Dec.+3+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqlEKqmwyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/g4SPEUNWcaE/s320/Dec.+3+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276711404419072802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Grant is really good at getting Chloe to Burp and to sleep.  Aww!  Such a natural Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqm_-b0G4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WunEsgDUmE4/s1600-h/Dec.+3+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqm_-b0G4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WunEsgDUmE4/s200/Dec.+3+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276713531439586178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peak-a-Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqn5sLHhXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hQE5BOYW8eQ/s1600-h/Dec.+3+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqn5sLHhXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hQE5BOYW8eQ/s200/Dec.+3+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276714522970129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see You!  Nursing in public is really hard.  Thanks to Kelly who got me this nursing cape, I can nurse just about anywhere in public, without making a scene or making some guy faint at the sight of my enormous boobs.  It also makes you realize how most public places and businesses are not mom friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqmYOrsChI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iV9WeLxZ9DA/s1600-h/Dec.+3+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqmYOrsChI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iV9WeLxZ9DA/s320/Dec.+3+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276712848606366226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chloe drifting off in Grandma Betty's arms.  I think she looks like Grant in this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqoW6HfcvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EqM--ouUC78/s1600-h/Dec.+3+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqoW6HfcvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EqM--ouUC78/s200/Dec.+3+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276715024929223410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe playing at the little gym getting her exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-357383745679332242?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/357383745679332242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=357383745679332242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/357383745679332242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/357383745679332242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/12/chloe-is-4-weeks.html' title='Chloe is 4 weeks!'/><author><name>The Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdT_n5NYsbI/AAAAAAAAAII/bjBVn1iuH3Q/S220/redskins_thin_man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/STqko_upXAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_Vw2dIKnuew/s72-c/Dec.+3+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-1644369474969355913</id><published>2008-12-03T17:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:40:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Mom and Richard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/STcKQ1FZQrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/g7WQtouJ8UI/s1600-h/Betty+2+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/STcKQ1FZQrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/g7WQtouJ8UI/s320/Betty+2+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275696772731716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mom has been visiting, me and baby Chloe, she took a break and went to DC to meet up with Richard who was there on business.  However, we learned when they arrived in Charlottesville, his real order of business was PROPOSING!  Yes you heard me right.  My mom is engaged.  I think this is great for the both of them.  I am so glad he makes my mom happy.  Richard is a great guy who will also make a great grandpa for Chloe.  I know my Dad would want my mom to be happy.  Since my dad can't be in Chloe's life, it will be great to have a stepdad to share in all the grandpa experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_javascript:void%280%29tfnXI/STcKdrftrlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/M1IAvEUA6rI/s1600-h/Betty+2+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/STcKdrftrlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/M1IAvEUA6rI/s320/Betty+2+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275696993496051282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The proposal, Gaylord National, Washington, D.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1644369474969355913?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1644369474969355913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1644369474969355913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1644369474969355913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1644369474969355913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/12/congrats-to-mom-and-richard.html' title='Congrats to Mom and Richard!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/STcKQ1FZQrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/g7WQtouJ8UI/s72-c/Betty+2+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-3426614034839553272</id><published>2008-11-21T10:57:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:17:28.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out</title><content type='html'>Chloe and I were getting cabin fever so we went out with Grandma Betty to Belk where we go some PJs before we headed out to see the pediatrician.  Chloe was fascinated by all the lights in the store, which was a great means of distraction from her gas, which make her really fussy.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSbwOkdjeAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OLIHonC06TI/s1600-h/Betty+2+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSbwOkdjeAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OLIHonC06TI/s200/Betty+2+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271164546980214786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is getting some much needed shut eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSby2j8J5MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vAzx_bLztOQ/s1600-h/Betty+2+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSby2j8J5MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vAzx_bLztOQ/s200/Betty+2+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271167433058149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe has also had some visitors.  This past weekend, we went the Grandpa and Grandma McElwains' for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb4K2t1tGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FcH4nFeld9g/s1600-h/chloe+week+1+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb4K2t1tGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FcH4nFeld9g/s200/chloe+week+1+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271173279253902434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy also stopped by to see Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb4Y6tjMDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2hkXdiNkhmw/s1600-h/chloe+week+1+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb4Y6tjMDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2hkXdiNkhmw/s200/chloe+week+1+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271173520844599346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and Payton also came by this week to see us!  Chloe's first play date!  Gene and Nikki made us a fantasic dinner This past week!  They take care of Layla as if she were their own.  Nikki, you're next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb1QppFPxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bQQ1iaBBiTI/s1600-h/chloe+week+1+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb1QppFPxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bQQ1iaBBiTI/s200/chloe+week+1+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271170080288620306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb2QJ4t7aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fzn2nDQ2IBM/s1600-h/gcam+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb2QJ4t7aI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fzn2nDQ2IBM/s200/gcam+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271171171275894178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant and I were able to sneak away form the little one to celebrate our friend Katie's 25th birthday last Sat. night.  There was a much needed beer in store for Grant and I.  Can you tell we were having a good time, even if it was only for an hour and half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb3Lizm8WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xULHQ86O76I/s1600-h/chloe+week+1+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb3Lizm8WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xULHQ86O76I/s200/chloe+week+1+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271172191577633122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb3WQa58OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8FAMswzZWL0/s1600-h/chloe+week+1+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSb3WQa58OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8FAMswzZWL0/s200/chloe+week+1+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271172375620743394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we took Chloe to Her first UVA event!  We went with the family (Betty, Richard, Kim, Justin, Grant and I) to a UVa basketball game.  We thought that since Chloe has long fingers like Kimberly, Basketball might be in her future.  She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SShaaGtbicI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8nctSEZwjVk/s1600-h/chloe+week+1+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SShaaGtbicI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8nctSEZwjVk/s320/chloe+week+1+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271562768361425346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-3426614034839553272?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/3426614034839553272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=3426614034839553272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3426614034839553272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3426614034839553272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-out.html' title='Getting out'/><author><name>The Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdT_n5NYsbI/AAAAAAAAAII/bjBVn1iuH3Q/S220/redskins_thin_man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SSbwOkdjeAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OLIHonC06TI/s72-c/Betty+2+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-6040484172406777013</id><published>2008-11-15T10:32:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:06:11.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family of Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7wK_gt7DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c7_eI7MR8s0/s1600-h/Betty%27s+Cam+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7wK_gt7DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c7_eI7MR8s0/s320/Betty%27s+Cam+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268912685708078130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being patient.  Grant and I are getting better at the mom thing.  I am figuring out which cries are "Mom, I'm Hungry." vs. "Mom, I just want to suck on something to make me feel better." vs. "Dad, I can fart just like you!"  Vs. "I am sitting in my own poo."  It has been an adventure this week.  We were a little concerned about her Jaundice and her one lb weight loss in the days we left the hospital, but she has since gained most of it back.  There have been many sleepless nights, as with most newborns, so we haven't had much time to post pictures.  Here are some of my favorites.  Here's what we've learned about her so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7upcbiLVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Iw-rOYADIy0/s1600-h/Betty+2+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7upcbiLVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Iw-rOYADIy0/s320/Betty+2+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268911009843785042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chloe likes to suck on her fingers or her fist, depending on her preference of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7uJ-GNVHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jmm2cW7KoS8/s1600-h/Betty+2+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7uJ-GNVHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jmm2cW7KoS8/s320/Betty+2+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268910469125330034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chloe's first bath.  She really liked the warm water and she was smiling a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7vNdVLFYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CdAocTeOwtQ/s1600-h/Betty+2+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7vNdVLFYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CdAocTeOwtQ/s320/Betty+2+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268911628560831874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe is all about the Tiny Love Musical Mobile.  On the underneath side of the mobile are black and white shapes that seem to be stimulating her eyes.  At this age babies can only see black and white, so it is really good for their brain development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7weQheMII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M9-d7W2-tZk/s1600-h/Betty%27s+Cam+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7weQheMII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M9-d7W2-tZk/s320/Betty%27s+Cam+153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913016692158594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  As you might recall from one of my earlier posts, I wondered how Layla and the cats would react to Chloe.  Layla has turned out to be a mother hen.  She is always at Chloe's side when I am feeding her or when we are just holding her.  I think she wants to help, but she's not sure how.  When the cats get too close to Chloe, Layla lets them know.  She has turned out to be very protective and the cats have adjusted wonderfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7xTOMQPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fit-8eO9xrw/s1600-h/Betty%27s+Cam+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7xTOMQPiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fit-8eO9xrw/s320/Betty%27s+Cam+144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913926599360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chloe loves the car, which is good news for me so I am not distracted by her crying while driving.  Our only adventures so far have been to the pediatrician, but we are planning on going out a little more this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7x1zMICEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MOC2NkLB_qs/s1600-h/Betty%27s+Cam+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7x1zMICEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MOC2NkLB_qs/s320/Betty%27s+Cam+158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914520646486082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Grant and I try to get sleep wherever and whenever we can.  I am trying to sleep when Chloe sleeps,  She like to be rocked in Grant's recliner and then she falls asleep on our chest until the next feeding.  She's not always comfortable in the bassinet or crib, but we'll take the sleep when she gives it to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, but sleep for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-6040484172406777013?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/6040484172406777013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=6040484172406777013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6040484172406777013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6040484172406777013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-of-three.html' title='A Family of Three'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SR7wK_gt7DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c7_eI7MR8s0/s72-c/Betty%27s+Cam+112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-5625393001090770344</id><published>2008-11-08T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:26:16.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratuitous Simpsons quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOLY CRAP WE HAVE A KID'/><title type='text'>Chloe Grace</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  Aside from the snide remarks under the title, this is the first time I've put anything up here.  As I'm sure anyone reading this knows, Erin gave birth to Chloe Grace McElwain today at 8:48 a.m.  Erin was a total rockstar throughout all 13 hours of labor, although, as she will readily admit, the drugs helped (like I said, a total rockstar).  But enough of my babbling, below are pictures of our little girl, which we know are the only reason anyone has ever looked at this site in the first place.  A special shout out to Grandma Betty, who is currently at the hospital with the dynamic duo of Chloe &amp; Erin while I post these pics and catch a few ZZZZZZZZZZZZZs.  And an extra special shout out to Grampa McElwain, who just sat there in a rocking chair repeating "The metric system is the tool of the devil! My car gets forty rods to the hogshead and that's the way I likes it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWbIq5z6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hyN2oYaLMvo/s1600-h/Chloe%27s+1st+day+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWbIq5z6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hyN2oYaLMvo/s200/Chloe%27s+1st+day+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266491838440263586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWa9oFbqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vWNp8ln3pNY/s1600-h/Chloe%27s+1st+day+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWa9oFbqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vWNp8ln3pNY/s200/Chloe%27s+1st+day+053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266491835475652258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWaeyOdDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yLfZO8xCFqA/s1600-h/Chloe%27s+1st+day+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWaeyOdDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yLfZO8xCFqA/s200/Chloe%27s+1st+day+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266491827196687410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWaT4ti_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nPR7VwmvMe0/s1600-h/Chloe%27s+1st+day+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWaT4ti_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nPR7VwmvMe0/s200/Chloe%27s+1st+day+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266491824271100914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWZ6TzO0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/V9bfQNoiKqU/s1600-h/Chloe%27s+1st+day+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWZ6TzO0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/V9bfQNoiKqU/s200/Chloe%27s+1st+day+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266491817405397826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The pictures are in reverse order because this blogging program was designed by the same people who thought Sarah Pallin was qualified to be the leader of the free world.  As I've been up for roughly 143 hours, I'm just going to leave well enough alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-5625393001090770344?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/5625393001090770344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=5625393001090770344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5625393001090770344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5625393001090770344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/11/chloe-grace.html' title='Chloe Grace'/><author><name>The Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdT_n5NYsbI/AAAAAAAAAII/bjBVn1iuH3Q/S220/redskins_thin_man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SRZWbIq5z6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hyN2oYaLMvo/s72-c/Chloe%27s+1st+day+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-4215550305688151379</id><published>2008-11-06T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:11:45.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!</title><content type='html'>Below are some pictures from our really fun weekend Halloween party at the Syanns.  This will likely be our last babyless party before the baby is born, so we had to make it fun.  Given that this is the week of the election, there were several political figures, including 2 Sarah Palins.  Hosts Matt and Maria, were Popeye and Olive Oil and served up a wicked witches brew which Grant tells me was really good. I went as a gumball machine.  I had to think of something where I could incorporate my big belly, but still look like something cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for the party, and no, I am not drinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROi6XC1SpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hi3MtNE0C6o/s1600-h/yo+319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROi6XC1SpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hi3MtNE0C6o/s200/yo+319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265731512828250770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book club girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROha658SII/AAAAAAAAADs/c-5EJlbI6ZA/s1600-h/yo+341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROha658SII/AAAAAAAAADs/c-5EJlbI6ZA/s200/yo+341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265729873187195010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Witch's Brew, yeah for Organic Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROh48KunHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b3tqyQtThG0/s1600-h/yo+327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROh48KunHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b3tqyQtThG0/s200/yo+327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265730388922113138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-4215550305688151379?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/4215550305688151379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=4215550305688151379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/4215550305688151379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/4215550305688151379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!'/><author><name>The Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SdT_n5NYsbI/AAAAAAAAAII/bjBVn1iuH3Q/S220/redskins_thin_man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUsiREkkI2c/SROi6XC1SpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hi3MtNE0C6o/s72-c/yo+319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-678966418095938484</id><published>2008-11-02T17:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:52:55.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for introducing pets to new babies?</title><content type='html'>So we know the pets think something is up.  There are all the new nooks and crannies in the baby room.  There's swing in the living room with dangley toys.  There's a bassinet in our room that the cats think is really snugly.  There's less room in the car because of the seat.  Layla, Piper and Cracker all like to sleep on my belly.  Piper even thought it would be funny if he jumped from the ground on top of my belly, as if it was his personal shelf.  If anyone has any helpful advice as to how to introduce pets to new babies, I'd appreciate it.  We have a hyper dog and two lovable cats, who might like to get a little too close.  Friends have told us not to do anything too different, but only allow them in the room when I am in there.  Also, someone mentioned bringing home a baby blanket from the hospital so they can be introduced to her smell before we get home.  Another friend.  I think it will be fine, but I don't want our first love to think we don't love them anymore once our new love arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ46phdLg-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/w_F2YY57_iA/s1600-h/baby+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ46phdLg-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/w_F2YY57_iA/s320/baby+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209499472495586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layla relaxing on my belly, curious by the movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ47cX8NsaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SiTtGCF_AXs/s1600-h/baby+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ47cX8NsaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SiTtGCF_AXs/s320/baby+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264210373091635618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper and Cracker hanging out in the bassinet after Grant put it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-678966418095938484?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/678966418095938484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=678966418095938484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/678966418095938484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/678966418095938484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/11/advice-for-introducing-pets-to-new.html' title='Advice for introducing pets to new babies?'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ46phdLg-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/w_F2YY57_iA/s72-c/baby+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-5231205813089471210</id><published>2008-11-02T17:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:54:09.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparing for Baby McElwain'/><title type='text'>Hhmmm....What's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ4r0KP5JaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WqjXln4VEpk/s1600-h/random+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ4r0KP5JaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WqjXln4VEpk/s320/random+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264193189546894754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhhmmmmm....Why is mommy's belly getting so big?  She can't keep up with me on my walks.  She's slow getting up the stairs.  There are all these toys that I just want to chew up and they keep saying no!  Boy, I sure do love licking my own crotch.  Will things ever get back to normal?  Why won't the let me in the room with the window?  I can't bark at all the dogs that walk by our house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-5231205813089471210?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/5231205813089471210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=5231205813089471210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5231205813089471210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/5231205813089471210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/11/hhmmmwhats-going-on.html' title='Hhmmm....What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQ4r0KP5JaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WqjXln4VEpk/s72-c/random+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-3396266728981333363</id><published>2008-10-30T12:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:55:30.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dad...</title><content type='html'>For the last three years, I have volunteered with the American Cancer Society to raise money for cancer research. The event I volunteer with is the annual Pavilion Ball here in Charlottesville, where 60% of the funds remain local, while the remaining 40% goes the national ACS. I am fortunate to work and live in a community with fantastic cancer physicians and care providers, so I know the money we raise is well spent and helps patients in our community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year our committee works hard to put on a great event, organizing a silent and live auction, honoring cancer survivors and having a great time. the theme this Year was "Lights, Camera, Take Action." And while there is nothing glitzy and glamorous about having cancer, it is a fun event that celebrates survivors and those we've lost. We are there to raise money for a cure. Everyone knows someone who has had a battle with cancer. As you may know, almost 4 years ago, my dad was a victim of lung cancer. I always dread that January day that he died, so instead I celebrate my dad on the night of the ball. I celebrate with my husband and my friends, and last year my Mom celebrated with us too. It is hard work, but so is fighting cancer, and many people fight for their life every day. I remember all the hard work my dad put in for me so I could have a great life and for this, we raise our glass, and hopefully the standard of how cancer is treated in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQnmbs9VBfI/AAAAAAAAADA/-RuJsJn3qEU/s1600-h/ACS+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQnmbs9VBfI/AAAAAAAAADA/-RuJsJn3qEU/s320/ACS+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262991003158382066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you did for me Dad.  We miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-3396266728981333363?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/3396266728981333363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=3396266728981333363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3396266728981333363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/3396266728981333363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-dad.html' title='For Dad...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQnmbs9VBfI/AAAAAAAAADA/-RuJsJn3qEU/s72-c/ACS+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-4981034336328280763</id><published>2008-10-28T09:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:13:13.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Welcoming Party...</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago, Meghan, Ashley and I threw a welcoming party for Payton.  Many of Diana and Wes's family and friends were able to attend. The highlight for me was when Grant got to hold Payton.  It just made the experience a little more real.  I couldn't help but to think that in a few weeks, that will be Grant holding our little girl.  So exciting! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQeptcJbxfI/AAAAAAAAACo/Odf1vvV4P_k/s1600-h/baby+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQeptcJbxfI/AAAAAAAAACo/Odf1vvV4P_k/s320/baby+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262361287720682994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant, You're a natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQeqPqcLu-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AtM5pgOkJAk/s1600-h/baby+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQeqPqcLu-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AtM5pgOkJAk/s320/baby+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262361875672972258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends for so long.....Hard to believe we have kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-4981034336328280763?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/4981034336328280763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=4981034336328280763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/4981034336328280763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/4981034336328280763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcoming-party.html' title='A Welcoming Party...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQeptcJbxfI/AAAAAAAAACo/Odf1vvV4P_k/s72-c/baby+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-7208446389122766152</id><published>2008-10-27T06:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:42:26.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparing for Baby McElwain'/><title type='text'>Connie's shower...</title><content type='html'>After I found out I was pregnant, my good friend, Connie found out she was 10 weeks behind me. It is great to have friends who are going though the same experience as you. It is hard to believe that 9 months ago, kids were not in the picture for not only me, but some of my friends as well. Oh, how things have changed, (for the better of course)! We celebrated Connie's little boy and she got lots of great things. The nice thing about having a pregnant friend, is that you can share experiences and clothes! We spent the day at &lt;a href="http://www.brixcafe.com/"&gt;Brix Cafe&lt;/a&gt; where the food was great, but the friendship was even better. If you ever need to have a shower somewhere in town, this is a great place; good food and an open atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQZRoQjqLBI/AAAAAAAAACg/wk9P42C8XEc/s1600-h/baby+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQZRoQjqLBI/AAAAAAAAACg/wk9P42C8XEc/s320/baby+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261982966710152210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant Buddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-7208446389122766152?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/7208446389122766152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=7208446389122766152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7208446389122766152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/7208446389122766152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/10/connies-shower.html' title='Connie&apos;s shower...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SQZRoQjqLBI/AAAAAAAAACg/wk9P42C8XEc/s72-c/baby+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-1495321606272889889</id><published>2008-10-13T06:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:18:16.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so ready!</title><content type='html'>I work with 7 guys and we all share an office. Our job is to decrease medical supply costs by $10 million dollars by March 1, 2009. We are more than half way there, so we can have a little fun while we work. It was April Fools Day when I told my co-workers I was pregnant. Some of them didn't believe me, and for some it became more clear as the Summer came closer; some felt the need to measure. Although, I love my co-workers, I am really looking forward to 7 weeks off with little baby McElwain. I haven't taken a vacation day since March, although I don't think endless, sleepless nights breastfeeding is really a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SPMt953mrpI/AAAAAAAAACY/BQewq4lP540/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SPMt953mrpI/AAAAAAAAACY/BQewq4lP540/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256595731600813714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture pretty much sums up how and feeling with 3 weeks to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-1495321606272889889?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/1495321606272889889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=1495321606272889889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1495321606272889889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/1495321606272889889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-ready.html' title='I am so ready!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SPMt953mrpI/AAAAAAAAACY/BQewq4lP540/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-6103378115534077297</id><published>2008-10-07T06:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:05:51.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is still room for sleepovers...Even for Moms!</title><content type='html'>So before the blessed arrival of baby Payton, my three best friends since elementary and middle school decided it would be fun to take me out to dinner and have a good ole' fashion sleep over. This was a belated birthday celebration and was supposed to be our last alone time before I became a mom in less than a month. The evening was complete with wonderful Thai, friends, laughter, girl talk, ginger ale, chocolate, and what slumber party would be complete with out a scandelous chick flick, Sex and the City. I always thought your personal life would come to an end when you become a mother; that there wouldn't be time to hang out with your friends and do all the fun things you used to do together.  The thought of replacing my Michael Kors bag with a clunky diaper bag, was not what I had in mind. When I first found out I was pregnant, I was selfishly not looking forward to being a mother because none of my friends had children and I thought I would feel alone. I didn't want to give up my married life with our other couple friends. I am thankful Diana beat me to it. Now, at least 4 of my close friends are all having babies within months of each other. Little three week old Payton Kemper Kite assured me this weekend is that life doesn't stop just because the baby comes. Moms can still have slumber parities too. The fun ain't over baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOtCLAMLW6I/AAAAAAAAACA/D6KhE4EBLVA/s1600-h/baby+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOtCLAMLW6I/AAAAAAAAACA/D6KhE4EBLVA/s320/baby+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254366147054885794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there is no shortage of fun here and if you could hear this picture, you would know we are doing a great job of keeping Payton awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-6103378115534077297?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/6103378115534077297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=6103378115534077297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6103378115534077297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6103378115534077297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-are-still-room-for-sleepoverseven.html' title='There is still room for sleepovers...Even for Moms!'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOtCLAMLW6I/AAAAAAAAACA/D6KhE4EBLVA/s72-c/baby+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-8259676436998246879</id><published>2008-10-03T12:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:37:40.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparing for Baby McElwain'/><title type='text'>Making room for baby...</title><content type='html'>Grant and I have been working really hard this week to get Baby McElwain's room ready.  He so graciously gave up his man room for our little girl.  We have also been in the process of finishing our basement, which makes a much better and abigger man room.  Since from today, there are 33 more days until her expected arrival, we figured we ought to get things ready.  Thanks to our parents, friends and Craigslist, we were able to get just about everything we think we need to make her the happiest baby ever.  Really, we are hoping we have created a room which optimizes sleeping through the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZES0gQUXI/AAAAAAAAABg/SconW5cDrlM/s1600-h/baby+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZES0gQUXI/AAAAAAAAABg/SconW5cDrlM/s320/baby+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961105496527218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little place to get some ZZZZs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZEpgX2CKI/AAAAAAAAABo/aVvXbCeADzY/s1600-h/baby+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZEpgX2CKI/AAAAAAAAABo/aVvXbCeADzY/s320/baby+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961495229532322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is will be my new favorite chair for those late night feedings and bedtime stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZE_-mbWbI/AAAAAAAAABw/kHGkblM2sag/s1600-h/baby+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZE_-mbWbI/AAAAAAAAABw/kHGkblM2sag/s320/baby+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961881300883890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place to change poopy, stinky diapers (Not looking forward to that)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZFW6YnvVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zv7imyMbock/s1600-h/baby+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZFW6YnvVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zv7imyMbock/s320/baby+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252962275306224978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cracker, for now thinks it is his place to hang out and sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-8259676436998246879?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/8259676436998246879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=8259676436998246879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8259676436998246879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8259676436998246879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-room-for-baby.html' title='Making room for baby...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOZES0gQUXI/AAAAAAAAABg/SconW5cDrlM/s72-c/baby+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-2398767866995339196</id><published>2008-09-30T06:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:10:01.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Payton Kemper Kite</title><content type='html'>When you are about to enter 5th grade and you've moved half way across the country and you know no one, you don't expect to meet your best friend in the local 7-11. You don't think that your 9th grade boyfriend will be your best friend's husband one day. And, you can't possibly imagine that you will have the opportunity to be moms at almost the exact same time. Well this is my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and Wes were blessed a couple of weeks ago with this beautiful little miracle, Payton Kemper Kite. He was born on Sept. 16 and adopted by Diana and Wes on Sept. 17 in Atlanta, GA. At a little over 5.5lbs, he's been a little trooper, having to travel to Utah last week so the official paper work could be signed. He is a such a good baby. When they returned home last week, I went to visit the new family on Friday. Like any new mom, they needed the goods, you know, diapers, bottles, diaper pails, the essentials and groceries. We were shopping for 4 hours and he never cried once! Such a great baby. I can only hope I am so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIIbK2bEKI/AAAAAAAAABY/1MJZ-22Q_4U/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIIbK2bEKI/AAAAAAAAABY/1MJZ-22Q_4U/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251769378329530530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am getting lots of practice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-2398767866995339196?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/2398767866995339196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=2398767866995339196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/2398767866995339196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/2398767866995339196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/09/payton-kemper-kite.html' title='Payton Kemper Kite'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIIbK2bEKI/AAAAAAAAABY/1MJZ-22Q_4U/s72-c/DSC01116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-8813206358444569309</id><published>2008-09-30T06:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:52:47.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Philly...</title><content type='html'>My roomie from college, Morgan, and her fiance, John, came to visit us last weekend. It is so great to see friends that you don't get to see all that often. We went for a walk on UVa grounds since it was such a gorgeous day and celebrated my birthday! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIDQ3eiMzI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjNDNl73Uwg/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIDQ3eiMzI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjNDNl73Uwg/s320/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251763703772230450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and I walked past our dorm in Brown College. Yes and am very pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIENxyUU5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WreNwyfkKg8/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIENxyUU5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/WreNwyfkKg8/s320/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251764750216614802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, John, Grant and Layla on our walk around UVa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-8813206358444569309?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/8813206358444569309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=8813206358444569309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8813206358444569309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/8813206358444569309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit-from-philly.html' title='Visit from Philly...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SOIDQ3eiMzI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjNDNl73Uwg/s72-c/DSC02521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-6996375416565866779</id><published>2008-09-29T09:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:45:47.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preparing for Baby McElwain'/><title type='text'>For our Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>As the birth of our little girl nears, Grant and I have set up this blog to update our family and friends of the little moments we will experience as our life changes. I know I have really benefited for reading my friends' blogs as their lives have changed since having children. Since many of you live out of town, we hope to share pictures of our new little girl (to be named at birth). We finished our nursery this weekend and we are preparing our home for her arrival. I am so ready for to meet this little girl she move around a lot inside. Aside from being extremely  uncomfortable, I am excited about becoming a mom and watching Grant be a loving father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-6996375416565866779?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/6996375416565866779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=6996375416565866779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6996375416565866779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6996375416565866779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-our-family-and-friends.html' title='For our Family and Friends'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179107128380980774.post-6650320057669172902</id><published>2008-09-21T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:54:08.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New additions...</title><content type='html'>Erin and Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb55G1gWoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/R-iuhKm2NSE/s1600-h/random+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb55G1gWoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/R-iuhKm2NSE/s320/random+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248657175229782658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McElwain family of Grant and Erin is getting bigger. In addition to the two of us, we have two cats, Piper and Cracker and a puggle dog, Layla. We are expecting our first child due on November 5. We hope that this blog will help us share what's going on in our lives with our family and friends, especially those who live far away. We are excited for the arrival of our little girl, which is a little over 6 weeks away. I still can't believe we are going to be parents! ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb3yfP6bDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/skRymA3xjWE/s1600-h/random+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb3yfP6bDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/skRymA3xjWE/s320/random+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248654862500654130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper &amp;amp; Cracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb5gbTmW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YFNJIBlwE1Y/s1600-h/random+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb5gbTmW-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YFNJIBlwE1Y/s320/random+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248656751227984866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179107128380980774-6650320057669172902?l=granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/feeds/6650320057669172902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179107128380980774&amp;postID=6650320057669172902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6650320057669172902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179107128380980774/posts/default/6650320057669172902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granterinmcelwain.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-additions.html' title='New additions...'/><author><name>Erin McElwain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960119078597420917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ji-jf_tfnXI/SNb55G1gWoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/R-iuhKm2NSE/s72-c/random+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
