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    <title>the little guy</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2009-11-15:/blog//2</id>
    <updated>2010-01-29T15:01:56Z</updated>
    <subtitle>the philosophical musings of ewan becker</subtitle>
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    <title>Bounce</title>
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    <published>2010-01-26T00:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-29T15:01:56Z</updated>

    <summary>I love to bounce. bouncing is my favorite. i want to bounce all the time. in my chair, in my bed, on daddy&apos;s lap. i...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[I love to bounce. bouncing is my favorite. i want to bounce all the time. in my chair, in my bed, on daddy's lap. i love to bounce. It is the best. bounce, bounce, bounce. <br /><br />mommy makes an icky face when she pulls me out. i get stuck sometimes but she says i leave a big pool of goo in the front that why she puts that thing around me. but i love to bounce and talk with my paci.<br /><br />
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    <title>Bath time!</title>
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    <published>2010-01-25T11:08:43Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-29T15:00:20Z</updated>

    <summary>mommy has started to give me a bath right before i eat and go to bed. i got to sit in the big boy end...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[mommy has started to give me a bath right before i eat and go to bed. <br /><br />i got to sit in the big boy end of the tub but is still don't like to put my hands and feet in the water. but after a little while i like to splash with my feet. They are still with me and keep me company but we aren't as close as we used to be.<br /><br />after i get a massage and mommy rubs gooing stuff on my skin cuz it's dry and scratchy. i don't like it at first but then it feels nice. i loke to roll over on my tummy so she can do my back. <br /><br />this time she said she had to put something else in my hair. it smelled funny and was runny. mommy was rubbing my head and said she was making salad and she would add some see seasoning. i don't know what that meens but it smelled funny and i had to sleep with it but it was gone when i got up.<br />]]>
        
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    <title>Going to the store</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2010:/blog//2.21</id>

    <published>2010-01-24T20:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-26T04:51:40Z</updated>

    <summary>we went to a store yesterday called hole foods. there was a lot to look at and lots of others little babies. one was looking...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[we went to a store yesterday called hole foods. there was a lot to look at and lots of others little babies. one was looking and pointed and was yelling baby but i don't know who he was talking to. daddy was talking to this man in white behind a bunch of red stuff and then some other stuff that had eyes and was looking at me. there was a lot of people there. i was riding on mommy and then we walked over to this other building that had big huts in it and cocoon stuff like in my cat-a-pill-er book.<br /><br />then today we went to mommy's favorite store she called it tar-gay. we had to get my dipes and drink and medicine for my chewing. i got to ride in the cart but after a few minutes i wanted to get out but then a lady started talking to me and made me smile and then we were at buddy. <br /><br />i didn't loose my paci the hole time.]]>
        
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    <title>Tickle spot</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2010:/blog//2.19</id>

    <published>2010-01-24T00:56:19Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-25T05:00:08Z</updated>

    <summary>Mommy finally found my tickle spot tonight. I was eating and she stuck her hand up my sweater to my armpits. I started to giggle...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Mommy finally found my tickle spot tonight. I was eating and she stuck her hand up my sweater to my armpits. I started to giggle but I tried to hold it in. Then she had to show Daddy. She did it again but I started to cough from my milk. I had to sit up and catch my breath. <br />]]>
        
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    <title>Dadadada</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2010:/blog//2.17</id>

    <published>2010-01-19T06:56:55Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-25T04:30:59Z</updated>

    <summary>I was on my rug today playing with my toys. Daddy went in the kitchen so I started saying &quot;dadadadadada.&quot; Daddy came back smiling. I...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[I was on my rug today playing with my toys. Daddy went in the kitchen so I started saying "dadadadadada." Daddy came back smiling. I love my paci.<br />]]>
        
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    <title>Rockin</title>
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    <published>2010-01-16T17:10:41Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-26T03:30:01Z</updated>

    <summary>I learned to rock myself in my chair today. I was super neat. If I lean forward really far and lean back I can start...</summary>
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        <name>Kim</name>
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        <![CDATA[I learned to rock myself in my chair today. I was super neat. If I lean forward really far and lean back I can start moving. Daddy made a movie and Mommy is going to help me post it. <br /><br /><br />
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    <title>Thanksgiving</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2009:/blog//2.18</id>

    <published>2009-11-29T19:45:54Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-25T05:29:54Z</updated>

    <summary>I went to see my Gee and Pawpaw for Thanksgiving. I had to sleep in another room cuz Mommy and Daddy&apos;s room smelled funny. I...</summary>
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        <name>ewan</name>
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        <![CDATA[I went to see my Gee and Pawpaw for Thanksgiving. I had to sleep in another room cuz Mommy and Daddy's room smelled funny. I got to see my Auntie Leah and my cousin Elysa and then Daddy's uncle David. He brought me a neat hat. <br /><br />I also made two new friends. Mommy said they are named feet. They don't taste as good as my fingers and Mommy says they get stinky. But I put them in my mouth anyway. Sometimes they have this thing on them that I have to pull off. I try and chew on it but it's dry and tough. Feet always seems to be with me though which is nice. Mommy rubs them together which tickles and makes me laugh.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ewanbecker.com/blog/2009/11/28/ewan%20-112709-1257.JPG"><img alt="ewan -112709-1257.JPG" src="http://www.ewanbecker.com/blog/assets_c/2009/11/ewan%20-112709-1257-thumb-500x375-1.jpg" class="mt-image-none" style="" height="375" width="500" /></a><br />Here I am in my car seat when we were going home. Daddy is getting gas and Mommy took my picture. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>First sick day</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2009:/blog//2.9</id>

    <published>2009-11-23T04:13:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-23T04:20:51Z</updated>

    <summary>I was doing ok this morning but then I had my early afternoon feeding, Mommy gave me formula instead of my usual expressed milk. I...</summary>
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        <name>Kim</name>
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        <![CDATA[I was doing ok this morning but then I had my early afternoon feeding, Mommy gave me formula instead of my usual expressed milk. I had a nice bath and then Mommy put vasaline all over me to help my dry skin. <br /><br />Afterwards I was really sleepy so I went to take a nap. I was half asleep when I got sick and I guess I rolled over into it. Mommy came in and picked me up but as soon as she did, I threw up all over my bed. It was scary and I got upset. I kept throwing up. <br /><br />I couldn't keep anything down for a while. Then I had a poopy diaper which made me feel a little better. I had a couple of smaller poopies. But then after dinner I had the biggest one ever. Mommy said it smelled like dead fish. When Daddy came home he said it smelled like rotten eggs. He sprayed stuff all over that smelled like flowers.<br /><br />Mommy said that maybe I was backed up and couldn't keep anything down anymore so there was nowhere for it to go. I don't know, but I didn't like it. I only felt better when Mommy or Daddy held me. <br /> ]]>
        
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    <title>Up early</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2009:/blog//2.8</id>

    <published>2009-11-17T03:42:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-23T04:24:38Z</updated>

    <summary>I woke up this morning and I talked to myself for a little while in my crib until Mommy came in. I thought it was...</summary>
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        <name>Kim</name>
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        <![CDATA[I woke up this morning and I talked to myself for a little while in my crib until Mommy came in. I thought it was time to get up but Mommy said it was 3:30 in the morning and she needed to go back to sleep and so did I. Except I was wide awake. <br /><br />I had so much energy I was kicking and talking. My gums were hurting and I felt this need to chew on my paci but then my fingers and everything was wet and gooey. <br /><br />Mommy changed my dipey and game me some pink stuff in a tube and told me to go back to sleep so I did. <br /> ]]>
        
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    <title>My first laugh</title>
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    <id>tag:www.ewanbecker.com,2009:/blog//2.7</id>

    <published>2009-09-14T01:59:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T03:01:35Z</updated>

    <summary>I laughed for the first time today. Mommy was changing my diaper and was trying to eat my neck.I was kicking and wiggling to get...</summary>
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        <name>Kim</name>
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        <![CDATA[I laughed for the first time today. Mommy was changing my diaper and was trying to eat my neck.<br /><br />I was kicking and wiggling to get away and it just came out. <br /><br />Mommy was so happy and then laughed because I snorted and then laughed and snorted again. <br /><br /> ]]>
        
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