<?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-7731032143025106216</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:09.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnlopez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731032143025106216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnlopez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vnlopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595508608783710115</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731032143025106216.post-4581392965366623960</id><published>2008-09-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:03:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>My husband and I are going to have our first child together and I have no idea what to do! We are about 5 and half months along the way and while his the calm and collective type, (which annoys me, because I'm totally the opposite but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; one of the reason why I love him) I'm here trying to figure it all out. Sometimes it makes my head hurt and other times I get all excited and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gitty&lt;/span&gt; because I cant wait to see this bundle of the joy. Then I start to think about all the things you have to do and all that you have teach and prepare this little person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about to come into this new world of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will I know which cry means what?, There's one cry for hungry, another cry for burping, a cry for going to the bathroom, a cry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sleepiness&lt;/span&gt;, I never realized how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cries&lt;/span&gt; there for just one person! Then there's making sure that the baby learns all these fundamentals and basics to life's mystery. How will we know what to teach it?, How will we know what we taught him or her (we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what the sex of the baby is yet) actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sunked&lt;/span&gt; in their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized the big scheme of this whole parenting thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we are excited and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be happier how do we know. that the thing we "think we know" is the right things to teach them. I finally know how my parents felt must have felt like, and like my mother would always say to me "Wait until you become a parent then you'll understand what I'm saying" I never thought that would actually be true! Great now I have to admit to her that she was right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;! So mom if your reading this, You were right. There happy, (she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;probally&lt;/span&gt; is, since she always like to right be right, god I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's that fear that one has growing up, that one day they will grow up to their parents and sure enough here I am turning into my mother! I never thought I would see that day happening. My husband Nathaniel tells me this sometimes, with certain expressions or I'll say something that he heard my mother say. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; his tells me this I think of my mother and how happy she must feel if she were to hear that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all the mothers and fathers out there who once had the joy of raising one child or 8 of them (Nathaniel comes from a family 8, I know its shocking because I cant barely fathom having one let alone 8 kids!) I have no idea how his family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; and I thought my family was hard to keep up (I'm the oldest of the 3 kids), I feel what you went through and I must say thank you for all your hard work, because now I know what that actually means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share some insight on how my generation must be feeling about having and rising kids. I just hope that I could do the same job my mother did. It still baffles me, even now as I'm writing this how she raised us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I would be able to figure this whole parenting thing  out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; figuring out what the crying means..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731032143025106216-4581392965366623960?l=vnlopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnlopez.blogspot.com/feeds/4581392965366623960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731032143025106216&amp;postID=4581392965366623960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731032143025106216/posts/default/4581392965366623960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731032143025106216/posts/default/4581392965366623960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnlopez.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>vnlopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595508608783710115</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-7731032143025106216.post-2442300976591166328</id><published>2008-08-31T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:20:40.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Girl Part 1</title><content type='html'>Life can take some unexpected twist and turns. I've been living a new city for about 1 year now, I just got married about 3 weeks ago (I was engaged for over a year and half) and my husband and I are expecting our first baby together.  I knew that all this would be different and hard work, but I never knew it would be this hard and so different. I was in school finishing up by BA degree in hotel and restaurant management, but thats on hold until one day I get the to chance to go back and finish what I started. ( my husband wants me to go back b/c he knows thats my dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to know is how do people do all this? How do you go from knowing extactly what you wanted out of life to life's unexpected things? How do you find your way back from where you've started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is new to me, baby and marriage, how can you feel like you have everything and still feel like you dont.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731032143025106216-2442300976591166328?l=vnlopez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vnlopez.blogspot.com/feeds/2442300976591166328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731032143025106216&amp;postID=2442300976591166328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731032143025106216/posts/default/2442300976591166328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731032143025106216/posts/default/2442300976591166328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vnlopez.blogspot.com/2008/08/american-girl-part-1.html' title='An American Girl Part 1'/><author><name>vnlopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595508608783710115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
