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Baby elephant on the beach

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXE1582HsgbGj2uIyqjUILimugQcFKzK6kxun2yj_XcidlztaoKoGVEcQoWroMBShKBoo3XYBoFEqFyB-DZE8TVdWt053Is-43UY1Ah4o1gkQY6UGrXIeUBWut_v-NKrgWfqAinG-E8I/s1600/01.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098135987884530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXE1582HsgbGj2uIyqjUILimugQcFKzK6kxun2yj_XcidlztaoKoGVEcQoWroMBShKBoo3XYBoFEqFyB-DZE8TVdWt053Is-43UY1Ah4o1gkQY6UGrXIeUBWut_v-NKrgWfqAinG-E8I/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMzPoTAOGj0D2EL6T_6eH5rvtle8iY5grk97QKOOgZDjtHmMiSJoABjDsUJPqjd_hKVZJh5wa4d4kMDvnaAAdFLjd_3lOtB5NTWTWg74VXQ8Fks0DbhH5GiwtRIEylCDVwPEpudX22TI/s1600/02.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098129785107570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMzPoTAOGj0D2EL6T_6eH5rvtle8iY5grk97QKOOgZDjtHmMiSJoABjDsUJPqjd_hKVZJh5wa4d4kMDvnaAAdFLjd_3lOtB5NTWTWg74VXQ8Fks0DbhH5GiwtRIEylCDVwPEpudX22TI/s400/02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11lhAn5YBLrnikpbpRLb1gvYbca7Xt_juUUdQhEfWbJx8nikry9moNlrWbwv8DzVYp5HgzUHCZr9F42zIOIOhi0kJNFkpzQD4QXEt9r6io5_nSRGHsSV2NDhLkXJS5_s94tRp4UyeoYo/s1600/03.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098039074976722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11lhAn5YBLrnikpbpRLb1gvYbca7Xt_juUUdQhEfWbJx8nikry9moNlrWbwv8DzVYp5HgzUHCZr9F42zIOIOhi0kJNFkpzQD4QXEt9r6io5_nSRGHsSV2NDhLkXJS5_s94tRp4UyeoYo/s400/03.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrexR2sLMvWj2MLWft4VY-10OSlSrR43k0TZrErY0D8oXeb9Eo5ArOLC3IFgN_KBHtgdr9GUzmiIkSseVDzwip1kRyha1m1I5iGM1o0dOxw_YnFOXUGLJSjunNa_khm8Hnus-ClJ6pFzg/s1600/04.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098035003278706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrexR2sLMvWj2MLWft4VY-10OSlSrR43k0TZrErY0D8oXeb9Eo5ArOLC3IFgN_KBHtgdr9GUzmiIkSseVDzwip1kRyha1m1I5iGM1o0dOxw_YnFOXUGLJSjunNa_khm8Hnus-ClJ6pFzg/s400/04.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIsxJcn-VN8cEST0S9ULdqRpTEcNILORhONgaIOSLIqV538lWiEFonvEw19ba2A-K2x6zHsh7UfvQcWoGq-9tolbpJIUiCryHHffQo4TOEu6FFGbCBulncorHua4ocMExw2AXlc8GoIo/s1600/05.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098028371012354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIsxJcn-VN8cEST0S9ULdqRpTEcNILORhONgaIOSLIqV538lWiEFonvEw19ba2A-K2x6zHsh7UfvQcWoGq-9tolbpJIUiCryHHffQo4TOEu6FFGbCBulncorHua4ocMExw2AXlc8GoIo/s400/05.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EKY_8jl4vJJ7-fJTWe_mbPBx6nt6KtUE45aCiqvyx-83PP05TmTMjYOnzzArrM8mD6RIl7KDqv-ld2PtC5bHd1NPdZCjmayYH9bl6xnXcA_xpqIjKj3nbnFYNTtVjuasB5rYulL7suo/s1600/06.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098025637134866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EKY_8jl4vJJ7-fJTWe_mbPBx6nt6KtUE45aCiqvyx-83PP05TmTMjYOnzzArrM8mD6RIl7KDqv-ld2PtC5bHd1NPdZCjmayYH9bl6xnXcA_xpqIjKj3nbnFYNTtVjuasB5rYulL7suo/s400/06.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmAU2HDBQWgw27mBzDSzuZq3QoJZVn4OGRukZ5FR3QqRh7MaYSPt_8hcZz0tDk4ZqQmeKJ7ibaPAd0HpSSpW66lOAwYBIWgaNBH7F819-Y6K8BUOLilHNxdGWtD4pHM22DLmsOVctklM/s1600/07.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5736098020481372050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmAU2HDBQWgw27mBzDSzuZq3QoJZVn4OGRukZ5FR3QqRh7MaYSPt_8hcZz0tDk4ZqQmeKJ7ibaPAd0HpSSpW66lOAwYBIWgaNBH7F819-Y6K8BUOLilHNxdGWtD4pHM22DLmsOVctklM/s400/07.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" /></a>Oh, you know, just the <em>cutest</em> baby elephant frolicking on the beach... :)<br /><br />[Via <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/the-7-best-pictures-of-a-baby-elephant-playing-at">BuzzFeed</a>]

Baby elephant on the beach

Oh, you know, just the cutest baby elephant frolicking on the beach... :) [Via BuzzFeed ]

8:14 AM

Mister Rogers documentary

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3GSwNXrVFqIrNbW95uR7hDOkZB4clhDa8eSbuIOdvvFD5NdgZN3F-5OSnRjzuw1Lwl26eHroaHKvQPSE5YxHoa4WUBcrQTPm9zmHKNggg6bQPXjFAZJhb1C-nZGaVp_7AorkVpSu5eE/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5735414337152124866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3GSwNXrVFqIrNbW95uR7hDOkZB4clhDa8eSbuIOdvvFD5NdgZN3F-5OSnRjzuw1Lwl26eHroaHKvQPSE5YxHoa4WUBcrQTPm9zmHKNggg6bQPXjFAZJhb1C-nZGaVp_7AorkVpSu5eE/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgki5CMB4o7_XrkxbuAKtXuvFUuUJ91QCkWkO1v1G9dMYb7YQWwBrfPjAz5I3CWtY1pWUT8haYAtbrYxIc9jRHBGHoTba4rYmYUkR3rUCCq70HIg49KFfbVNwvsSMSt4gV6I-AXeVIvWuI/s1600/02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5735414331800327410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgki5CMB4o7_XrkxbuAKtXuvFUuUJ91QCkWkO1v1G9dMYb7YQWwBrfPjAz5I3CWtY1pWUT8haYAtbrYxIc9jRHBGHoTba4rYmYUkR3rUCCq70HIg49KFfbVNwvsSMSt4gV6I-AXeVIvWuI/s400/02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a>Growing up, many children wished they lived in Mister Rogers' neighborhood. Well, in 2001, MTV producer <a href="http://www.benjaminwagner.com/category/blog/">Benjamin Wagner</a> spent the summer as Mister Rogers' real-life neighbor on Nantucket island. After Rogers' death in 2003, Wagner set out to learn more about the man who meant so much to a generation. He also wanted to dig deeper into some of the lessons Rogers had taught him that summer, including the idea that "deep and simple is far more essential than shallow and complex."<br /><br />The result was <a href="http://www.misterrogersandme.com/">Mister Rogers & Me</a>, an 80-minute documentary chronicling the life-changing friendship. "If I learned one thing during the making of Mister Rogers & Me, it was that nearly everyone has a Mister Rogers story," says Benjamin. "Everyone has a story of inspiration and impact."<br /><div align="center"><iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TMXKs6OSrNg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>How amazing is that? The trailer made me so excited to see the film. It must have been a once-in-a-lifetime experience -- a childhood wish come true! <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Will you watch it, friends? Did you watched Mister Rogers' Neighborhood when you were little? What's your Mister Rogers story? I'd love to hear it! I'll share mine in the comments! xoxo</span><br /><br />[Via <a href="http://laughingsquid.com/mister-rogers-me-a-documentary-film-about-fred-rogers-by-his-real-life-summer-neighbor/">Laughing Squid</a>]

Mister Rogers documentary

Growing up, many children wished they lived in Mister Rogers' neighborhood. Well, in 2001, MTV producer Benjamin Wagner spent the summe...

11:54 AM

Little Miss books: Which one are you?

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJeICa-DxD7wFdJZks0Gbr4dHqpWyUqTltAthhBgsCQprbHrtH3ryBdDA7gJB_qqBBej3dweQZkEOLu3oDiJj4OuFU4oW2Ex3wf94kafYISWPbc8mbqiWq3s1FPMsLv9XfxU7kNRqEy4/s1600/little.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734979916324743330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJeICa-DxD7wFdJZks0Gbr4dHqpWyUqTltAthhBgsCQprbHrtH3ryBdDA7gJB_qqBBej3dweQZkEOLu3oDiJj4OuFU4oW2Ex3wf94kafYISWPbc8mbqiWq3s1FPMsLv9XfxU7kNRqEy4/s400/little.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" /></a>Whoa! These <a href="http://www.mrmen.com/uk">Little Miss books</a> sure took me back this morning. Do you remember them? Each book features a different character with a <em>big</em> personality, like Little Miss Bossy, Little Miss Curious, Little Miss Helpful, Little Miss Shy and Little Miss Trouble. Roger Hargreaves created the series after his son, Adam, asked the simple question: "<em>What does a tickle look like?</em>" Now, 40 years later, Adam is the writer and illustrator of the series.<br /><br /><strong>How sweet is that? Did you ever read them when you were little, friends? Which one could you identify with the most? Did you have a favorite? xoxo</strong><br /><br />P.S. Fun fact: A new book is sold every 2.5 seconds worldwide! :)

Little Miss books: Which one are you?

Whoa! These Little Miss books sure took me back this morning. Do you remember them? Each book features a different character with a big pe...

7:55 AM

Baby foot

Baby foot

Oh, man! This shot sure tugged at my heartstrings this morning...something tells me that baby is going to be a feisty one! :) [Thanks, Dian...

6:15 AM

MEMO TO MEN: Baby talk

MEMORANDUM<br />TO: Men all over the planet<br />FROM: Melissa<br />RE: Baby babble<br />DATE: April 19, 2012<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdI-Z6NF6NF0GW_SEEAfVCBeHiRdIttRWN7pEX2BBzVG_C_-_9GpCRFvAvbddjEuSqbnSneYfr-iqYIl0bmXfgWd9lrhZrbJ46swj9Ur8t2kPS2_aIntfnyP3I_VwdNggYbB2d3qR7cs/s1600/02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733146472799079186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdI-Z6NF6NF0GW_SEEAfVCBeHiRdIttRWN7pEX2BBzVG_C_-_9GpCRFvAvbddjEuSqbnSneYfr-iqYIl0bmXfgWd9lrhZrbJ46swj9Ur8t2kPS2_aIntfnyP3I_VwdNggYbB2d3qR7cs/s400/02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" /></a>Yesterday, boys, I wondered whether society views women and men differently when it comes to wanting children. I'd say it's pretty obvious it does, wouldn't you say? A man who doesn't want kids is sometimes applauded for following his dreams or throwing himself into his career while a woman who makes the same choice is sometimes criticized for going against nature. And, well, I must warn you of the dangers of feeding into these stereotypes, boys. They're rubbish. They're crazy. And frankly, they're downright archaic. <br /><br />Because from one woman to you: A man who is good with children is an extremely attractive man. Even if you don't necessarily want kids of your own, the fact that you're so good with them -- that you can make them laugh, that you aren't afraid to be silly with them, that you know just the trick to get them to eat their peas -- makes you the kind of man I want to be with. When you think about it, you can tell a lot about a man -- about anyone, actually -- by the way he takes care of children. If he's warm and caring and sensitive, you can bet he's going to carry those qualities with him into the other relationships in his life. Some of the men I've admired most in my life, including my father, grandfather and uncles, have adored children, have always known the importance of nurturing children and have never taken that responsibility lightly, whether they themselves were fathers or not. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihY9poALka08WXe0yktvuX8VwFqbUV4NKSheWDpyWH6915RGwMLi2OIdle-u5fekcjTJJSfHwCzfkAMffZfvdECFlqx11PLSiEU4WCuXyba99IiM4cS2MgoQzzbk5Yl99tspRJcjo8g7s/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733146476235110274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihY9poALka08WXe0yktvuX8VwFqbUV4NKSheWDpyWH6915RGwMLi2OIdle-u5fekcjTJJSfHwCzfkAMffZfvdECFlqx11PLSiEU4WCuXyba99IiM4cS2MgoQzzbk5Yl99tspRJcjo8g7s/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" /></a>But those who were fathers? They threw themselves into their roles. They loved their children more than anything in this world and relished in watching them grow and learn and thrive. They knew that they were shaping someone's future, and they considered that their greatest job in life. Of course, it's OK if you don't want children. After all, I'm still on the fence myself. But not being good with kids is a definite red flag in my book. The kind of red flag that makes me want to high-tail it in the opposite direction and never, ever look back. Keep that in mind, boys... xoxo<br /><br />[Photos by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelittleleaf/">thelittleleaf</a>]

MEMO TO MEN: Baby talk

MEMORANDUM TO: Men all over the planet FROM: Melissa RE: Baby babble DATE: April 19, 2012 Yesterday, boys, I wondered whether society views ...

12:00 PM

Would You Rather: Find out if you were having a boy or a girl...or wait until the big day?

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobp5-UVQ1DmKc3YIrJHmWTZ77tz-jU7cvZ5D7rQWgQ610ysqVXp8vUOD-Z2CksukhOLu3suvS3V0dr9uFzhtEIgfVcbTdjcn5xHKxUm_80KZZRcvyR4qiH4xs1nncXOtY37ulPzfskE8/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-04-19+at+10.43.39+AM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733138254681841362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobp5-UVQ1DmKc3YIrJHmWTZ77tz-jU7cvZ5D7rQWgQ610ysqVXp8vUOD-Z2CksukhOLu3suvS3V0dr9uFzhtEIgfVcbTdjcn5xHKxUm_80KZZRcvyR4qiH4xs1nncXOtY37ulPzfskE8/s400/Screen+shot+2012-04-19+at+10.43.39+AM.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" /></a>When my mom's coworker and her husband found out that they were having a baby, they decided to turn the big gender-reveal moment into a memorable one: They had the doctor write the baby's sex on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. Then, on Christmas, they invited family over to share in the exciting discovery with them. It was...<em>a boy</em>! Little Cole (<em>isn't that a sweet name?</em>) was born just a few weeks ago, and it got me thinking about how I don't think I'd be able to wait nine months to find out. The suspense would kill me, as if I were an anxious child waiting open that huge present on Christmas morning. <br /><br />And speaking of boys and girls, would you rather have one more than the other? Growing up, I always wondered if my father was sad that he didn't have any sons to throw the football around with or take on long weekend camping trips. His answer? Never.<br /><br /><strong>So, what's your verdict, friends? Would you rather find out if you were having a boy or a girl? Or would you rather keep it a surprise for the special day? Do you think knowing helps you bond faster with your baby? Have you ever thrown a gender-reveal party? Have you ever been to one?</strong><br /><br />[Photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26743564@N05/2568054462/sizes/z/in/set-72157606982110566/">Monika Elena</a>]

Would You Rather: Find out if you were having a boy or a girl...or wait until the big day?

When my mom's coworker and her husband found out that they were having a baby, they decided to turn the big gender-reveal moment into a ...

9:53 AM

Love Lounge: What if you don't want to have children?

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pxMVN6-dPE4Qk2ALjpj-Cog4hClDOsPfDqEbIaH5LieWN0JwMsKcSGDW1rV-D7a12LdbGWva8T0mQR3NthFfSsiOA4nx0Ecn5dks268diPN0kQefRjNu5b1CDFNxCZdNvJMYQ9_NhPk/s1600/01.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732845575509594690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6pxMVN6-dPE4Qk2ALjpj-Cog4hClDOsPfDqEbIaH5LieWN0JwMsKcSGDW1rV-D7a12LdbGWva8T0mQR3NthFfSsiOA4nx0Ecn5dks268diPN0kQefRjNu5b1CDFNxCZdNvJMYQ9_NhPk/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" /></a>On Monday, to kick off <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/baby%20week">Baby Week</a>, we shared our <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2012/04/its-baby-week.html">baby fever stories</a>, and I reminisced about three little boys who had a not-so-little effect on me and made me begin to rethink my future, if only just a little bit. But let's turn the table today because, well, despite my story on Monday, my heart didn't always swell every time I'd see a new mother with her newborn in tow or see a toddler's face light up as he pointed to animals from a colorful picture book. In fact, I was a metaphorical card-carrying member of <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span> group at one time. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I didn't want kids</span>.<br /><br />It's not that I don't necessarily like kids or that I've never been around them; I'm one of the oldest cousins on my father's side of the family. The simple fact was that I just never envisioned having children of my own. Even now, I sort of cringe when I look at those words. A simple four-word sentence, and yet, it holds so much power. Think about this: We as humans are hardwired to want kids. It's supposed to come naturally -- this instinctual desire to have kids, have a family, have the the white-picket fence and everything wrapped up in the American dream. Don't get me wrong: Sometimes I <span style="font-style:italic;">do</span> want that. And then other times? Well, it just terrifies me. Something tells me I'm not alone here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkoyjMIBzBp7l6i_HtoLbO5OWEiMmciaXSQMEXpwdoQC2ztee4rn7Svr14Rch-pxqBcpf4Kd4rs5RQH4kJ3x7OReUaUI8fXkH5Mabv-18_wrhFGKXOnv6b64i0AHHdxB-qDP6KoJBZ5s/s1600/02.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732845786762757410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkoyjMIBzBp7l6i_HtoLbO5OWEiMmciaXSQMEXpwdoQC2ztee4rn7Svr14Rch-pxqBcpf4Kd4rs5RQH4kJ3x7OReUaUI8fXkH5Mabv-18_wrhFGKXOnv6b64i0AHHdxB-qDP6KoJBZ5s/s400/02.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" /></a>Of course, I can't discount the role my disability plays in all of this. Maybe that's what's making me so fearful and unsure? There is a very high probability that my child would also have Freeman-Sheldon Syndrome, and part of me doesn't want that for my child. As hard as I've worked to thrive despite my disability, I don't think anyone would ever want that for their children. That's sort of like saying, "Yes, I want my child to have lots of hospitalizations and have more than 20 surgeries." It just doesn't sound right. Does that make sense?<br /><br />So what happens if you're wired a bit differently? What does that say about you if you're never bit with the baby-fever bug? What kind of person does that make you? Are you any less useful or valuable to society? Do you think society judges women who don't want children differently than they judge men who don't want children? Does your desire to remain childless make you any less of a woman? Did your womanhood somehow get tossed aside? And, does not wanting kids mean you lack a maternal side and instead have a heart of ice and stone?<br /><br /><em><strong>**Don't forget to enter the <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2012/04/shopbop-100-gift-card-giveaway.html">Shopbop giveaway</a> for your chance to win a $100 shopping spree!**</strong></em><br /><br />[Photos by <a href="http://charlesgullung.com/">Charles Gullung</a>]

Love Lounge: What if you don't want to have children?

On Monday, to kick off Baby Week , we shared our baby fever stories , and I reminisced about three little boys who had a not-so-little effec...

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Baby photos: Then & Now

<div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679500/13679792_bc73_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679500/13679792_bc73_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height:461px;" /></a>For her extraordinary series <a href="http://www.annegeddes.com/modules/anne/galleries/ThenAndNow/Joshua.aspx">Then & Now</a>, photographer Anne Geddes revisited the babies from some of her original images "as they are today." I love how the photos, also included in her autobiography <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Labor-Love-Autobiography-Anne-Geddes/dp/B005Q63Y56/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334759728&sr=1-7">A Labor of Love</a>, offer a glimpse of just how much we all grow and change over time. Here are a few of my favorites from the series, along with Geddes' behind-the-scenes thoughts...<br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13678500/13678944_008b_625x625.jpg"""><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13678500/13678944_008b_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 518px;" /></a><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679000/13679066_dd8b_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679000/13679066_dd8b_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 518px;" /></a><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679000/13679170_500e_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679000/13679170_500e_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 518px;" /></a><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679000/13679270_ad37_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13679000/13679270_ad37_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 518px;" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">Aren't these photos amazing? Don't you love the idea of a photo timeline of a person's life? Have you ever done something like this? Would you? xoxo</span>

Baby photos: Then & Now

For her extraordinary series Then & Now , photographer Anne Geddes revisited the babies from some of her original images "as they ...

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Two cute baby videos

<div align="center"><iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_OBlgSz8sSM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>Do you have any favorite baby videos, friends? I found two this morning that totally made me say "<em>Awww</em>" out loud. First, meet little Charlie Davies-Carr from England. He became a viral sensation in 2007 after his father posted <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM">Charlie Bit My Finger</a> on YouTube as a way to share the boys' life with family friends in the States. The video features Charlie, now 5, chomping on his older brother, Harry's (<em>you guessed it!</em>), finger. The video has been viewed 417.6 million times, making it the most successful noncommercial video in YouTube history. I love Charlie's little laugh and how Harry reassures him by saying, "<em>I'm not really hurt</em>." And how adorable is their accent?<br /><div align="center"><iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lih0Z2IbIUQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>And who can resist this study-in-language <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lih0Z2IbIUQ&feature=relmfu">video</a> of Brooklyn twins Sam and Wren having a wildly engaging conversation with each other? Their mom <a href="http://www.twinmamarama.com/">Abby</a>, also a twin, posted the video, and it's received 6 million hits already. Don't you wonder what the twins are contemplating? (There's another video of the twins <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JmA2ClUvUY&feature=autoplay&list=ULlih0Z2IbIUQ&lf=mfu_in_order&playnext=1">here</a>).<br /><br /><em><strong>P.S. Don't forget to enter the <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2012/04/shopbop-100-gift-card-giveaway.html">Shopbop giveaway</a> for your chance to win a $100 shopping spree!</strong></em><br /><br />[Charlie video via <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/10/world/europe/charlie-bit-my-finger-video-lifts-family-to-fame.html?_r=2&ref=todayspaper">The New York Times</a>]

Two cute baby videos

Do you have any favorite baby videos, friends? I found two this morning that totally made me say " Awww " out loud. First, meet li...

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Letters To My Future Husband: Letter #155.

Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYInugEOGOLspzvKiWDKmaAR5Sg9Jli8nwBQierk563fn70KZF20PaqWh90Gz7nEqGAihn2aJCCm99zpHYZ-lKrV0n2HN9m3R1wUPaloKvMQ10IXdCkis3qYYB4fiulgOpc64mfHt5iJg/s1600/02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085986452072418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYInugEOGOLspzvKiWDKmaAR5Sg9Jli8nwBQierk563fn70KZF20PaqWh90Gz7nEqGAihn2aJCCm99zpHYZ-lKrV0n2HN9m3R1wUPaloKvMQ10IXdCkis3qYYB4fiulgOpc64mfHt5iJg/s400/02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" /></a>I'll be honest, Sweetpea: You would have hated the person I was a few years ago. I was that woman. I chatted on my cell phone as I dashed through the supermarket, rolling my eyes and wondering why the little girl with the pigtails and pink puffy dress couldn't move any faster. I even avoided the under-six set at church. <br /><br />Even <span style="font-style:italic;">I</span> hated me.<br /><br />The plain truth: <span style="font-weight:bold;">I didn't want to have kids</span>. I wanted a high-power career as a New York City magazine editor instead of a high-power position as president of the PTA. I wanted to be roused every Saturday by the morning sun sweeping through the nearby window and the smell of freshly brewed coffee instead of being jolted awake by shrieks from the next room or the smell of a not-so-fresh diaper. That's how I viewed motherhood. Not a very flattering portrait, was it?<br /><br />All the sippy-cup, Dr.-Seuss, bubble-bath fun? Well, I'd just leave that to the Mommy Bunch. I considered myself a Career Woman, and the two shall never meet. <br /><br />It wasn't that I grew up with horrible motherly role models. My childhood was quite the contrary, in fact. My mother threw herself into motherhood raising my younger sister and me. Herself a stay-at-home mom, the three of us spent our days rummaging through large piles of children's book at the library or sitting on the banks of the nearby lagoon feeding the ducks. If anything, you'd think I'd want to be my mom, Part II. But one lap around my bedroom would reveal I'm no where close to filling her large shoes. My bookshelves are lined with writing books, various anthologies and the AP style manual; my mother's shelves were lined with family health books and framed family photos. I keep cold cans of Coke in the fridge; she always had fresh juice boxes on hand, the plastic wrapper already removed from the straw, of course. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwsLva5B581srgVd05jf8BRBpZsqW7ZSZCaZxNlIGMOJOGiTCQHXDVaGcV8gnODonq4739o_6VQ-jMM4wb_85emLefPk5r7gr-43vy-Zb_9Y0n3e9ZZceoBz-ASXOzjMns71d_aADjrg/s1600/03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085984155471538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwsLva5B581srgVd05jf8BRBpZsqW7ZSZCaZxNlIGMOJOGiTCQHXDVaGcV8gnODonq4739o_6VQ-jMM4wb_85emLefPk5r7gr-43vy-Zb_9Y0n3e9ZZceoBz-ASXOzjMns71d_aADjrg/s400/03.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" /></a>That all changed when I met a set of tiny triplets.<br /><br />After years of trying to conceive, my mother's coworker gave birth to their three bundles of joy. I visited them in the NICU, all curled up under a blanket and the overhead heat lamp. For some reason, I felt an instant connection with each of them. We continued to visit them every few months, first as content eight-month olds, then as clap-happy ten-month olds who could sit up.<br /><br />Then one fall day in October, with orange and yellow leaves swirling in the front yard, my mom and I found ourselves on their doorstep. There was one of the triplets, his face and hands making homemade window clings on the front window. His mother opened the door with one hand as she steadied another one of the triplets on her hip. And the third little boy? He held tightly to her knee and buried his head in her jeans.<br /><br />“Oh, I'm so sorry about the mess,” she chirped as we entered the living room.<br /><br />Picture books dangled from the edge of the coffee table, a toy car had found its way smack dab in front of the fire place and small bags of Halloween treats lay strewn across the brown carpeting. I’ll admit I felt a bit out of place, almost as if I’d stepped into a room I didn’t quite belong in. A private club. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFREKMRqKNioTeJdQNfk-7Yc5yQ_xQa1sDjesoRvlDneRte_IZ3GwHGXcanMk9Avv2_UIvyjP2hd_LcFWF1Hd_roUsgS5n19Tr2UCadtHzmZyqZ1uyzNwhBs82rD-37EMkKqLZdnqVqas/s1600/01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085993609144002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFREKMRqKNioTeJdQNfk-7Yc5yQ_xQa1sDjesoRvlDneRte_IZ3GwHGXcanMk9Avv2_UIvyjP2hd_LcFWF1Hd_roUsgS5n19Tr2UCadtHzmZyqZ1uyzNwhBs82rD-37EMkKqLZdnqVqas/s400/01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" /></a>As I sat down, a bit nervous, the quieter of the three boys came over to the couch and proceeded to offer me his pacifier not once, but twice. I declined, naturally, picked up the picture book that lay next to me, and the two of us sat down for a little reading and relaxing. <br /><br />“What’s that? A yummy pie,” I said as he pointed to a colorful picture.<br /><br />“Oh, that’s a tri-an-gle,” I said, neatly sounding out each syllable of the word.<br /><br />Was I really using what people call <span style="font-style:italic;">baby talk</span>?<br /><br />Over the next two hours, we (<span style="font-style:italic;">yes, me and three 18-month-olds</span>) shared laughs, more books, strawberry Pez dispensed from a Jasmine dispenser (<span style="font-style:italic;">a big hit</span>) and even shook and swiveled our hips to Shakira tunes. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtLPNHpBHIksO7FG72DhQGJBl_SJTo5IBm6mD7t5JnhWVf2ZtBlN1JDpnhR6CLeaJbNs7x2sRt9XlBZELTzUwkSV46Jc08ZWkoV6EAETTPcrxO92RYPPP5Bw1i3t-kJx3pk8tykB9k3w/s1600/04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085980030093586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtLPNHpBHIksO7FG72DhQGJBl_SJTo5IBm6mD7t5JnhWVf2ZtBlN1JDpnhR6CLeaJbNs7x2sRt9XlBZELTzUwkSV46Jc08ZWkoV6EAETTPcrxO92RYPPP5Bw1i3t-kJx3pk8tykB9k3w/s400/04.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" /></a>I may have entered that house a cynical independent woman who had resigned herself to a life of spinsterhood, but I left a woman who, for the first time, could actually, perhaps, maybe see herself with a baby in her right arm instead of a cell phone clasped to her ear. Maybe someday, Sweetpea. What do you think? Until we meet... xoxo<br /><br />P.S. More on how <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/Disability">my disability will affect my having children</a> later in the week... :)<br /><br /><em><strong>**Don't forget to enter the <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2012/04/shopbop-100-gift-card-giveaway.html">Shopbop giveaway</a> for your chance to win a $100 shopping spree!**</strong></em><br /><br />[Photos via <a href="http://weheartit.com/">We Heart It</a> and <a href="http://iheartbaby.tumblr.com/post/12854163876">i heart baby</a>]

Letters To My Future Husband: Letter #155.

Dear Mr. Melissa Blake: I'll be honest, Sweetpea: You would have hated the person I was a few years ago. I was that woman. I chatted on ...

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It's Baby Week!

<div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13637000/13637028_27f3_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13637000/13637028_27f3_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 505px;" /></a>We've talked a lot about <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/childhood%20week">childhood</a> on the blog before, but I've been wanting to have a baby-themed week for awhile now. So after a family friend had a beautiful baby boy last week, I thought this week would be perfect to discuss all things baby! <br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13637000/13637082_eb33_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13637000/13637082_eb33_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 505px;" /></a><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13637000/13637198_ac0f_625x625.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://rookery9.aviary.com.s3.amazonaws.com/13637000/13637198_ac0f_625x625.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 505px;" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;">First up, that age-old question: When did you first find yourself getting baby fever? You know, that first time you looked at someone's little one and found yourself, well, wanting a little one of your own? Look for my answer in the comments... xoxo</span><br /><br />P.S. My own <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-photos.html">baby photos</a>...<br /><br />[Photos by <a href="http://edwardmapplethorpe.com/">Edward Mapplethorpe</a>, via <a href="http://pictureyear.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-baby.html">The Year In Pictures</a>]

It's Baby Week!

We've talked a lot about childhood on the blog before, but I've been wanting to have a baby-themed week for awhile now. So after a...

10:10 AM

Sleeping beauty

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Sleeping beauty

During her maternity leave, new mom Adele Enersen photographed daughter Mila's snoozing sessions and imagined all the adventures the ti...

9:50 AM

Family portraits

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margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7xqcdzNK1AHc_DWYyEbXFjtvgWxiWACAdJ2ZQNredd65XbVzoF_yPchm1pp7PqwVluqs0MJ47_5y3yAwQ_XvPHUDNC2dpgjusGB6dZUzMFJK6vKmt1r3hRtrdtRxnD52pLFN398OA-S8/s1600/aa5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688001013125794082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7xqcdzNK1AHc_DWYyEbXFjtvgWxiWACAdJ2ZQNredd65XbVzoF_yPchm1pp7PqwVluqs0MJ47_5y3yAwQ_XvPHUDNC2dpgjusGB6dZUzMFJK6vKmt1r3hRtrdtRxnD52pLFN398OA-S8/s400/aa5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalHzevmPPif0EOKlXqooem69rgZAYNmoK8-OTPE7H-qXZUYhToAvrp6S94LJP9u_3mRQXHdwd1BB2auzslhlsrFiWcZ0wb_lnwtM3n6jbb25m7IfZiGwXFNRD2_CA6FOXRVsUKIwylUrQ/s1600/aa6.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688001003332524178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalHzevmPPif0EOKlXqooem69rgZAYNmoK8-OTPE7H-qXZUYhToAvrp6S94LJP9u_3mRQXHdwd1BB2auzslhlsrFiWcZ0wb_lnwtM3n6jbb25m7IfZiGwXFNRD2_CA6FOXRVsUKIwylUrQ/s400/aa6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kV2zRyZlqCrn9goaefpmgoNYeSlGvigVej_dbVPSJqeBR5UrOKP54JCZxh7C3LWbPrFlpRUeITUbfVMlLrAMwbPecP4E7Kbq11Y-LiVnTUu_YU4fpMTsKBqhbn0HATxrQVBp-Ej5ayVJ/s1600/aa7.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688001001391351986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kV2zRyZlqCrn9goaefpmgoNYeSlGvigVej_dbVPSJqeBR5UrOKP54JCZxh7C3LWbPrFlpRUeITUbfVMlLrAMwbPecP4E7Kbq11Y-LiVnTUu_YU4fpMTsKBqhbn0HATxrQVBp-Ej5ayVJ/s400/aa7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYSICuPje12q9-MgXab1_MQjfE46Qsz-uuE3WpWLgbUjJYuhmJsKlPgP2hEADl1zPOnz7jYpHU3oibp4QehHY9bb3pnA-gtLQg51GDn98Gm9H6bEayIPqYVaEW27zzstEfcLfrek514tB/s1600/aa8.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688000998932592626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYSICuPje12q9-MgXab1_MQjfE46Qsz-uuE3WpWLgbUjJYuhmJsKlPgP2hEADl1zPOnz7jYpHU3oibp4QehHY9bb3pnA-gtLQg51GDn98Gm9H6bEayIPqYVaEW27zzstEfcLfrek514tB/s400/aa8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" /></a>There are <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward-family-photos.html">Awkward Family Photos</a>, and then there are Jessica Todd Harper's hauntingly mesmerizing <a href="http://www.jessicatoddharper.com/index.html">family portraits</a>. I love how they perfectly capture family life. How cool is the Cheerios box in the third photo? Don't you love how romantic, soft and delicate they are too, friends? Like the <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-paintings-part-i.html">impressionist</a> <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-paintings-part-ii.html">paintings</a> my grandmother used to paint...<br /><br />P.S. Fun fact: In a November 2010 exhibit, Harper's images were projected on the facades of historic Washington D.C. buildings as part of FotoWeek, a special project by the renowned Corcoran Gallery of Art. Genius! :)<br /><br />[Via <a href="http://blogs.babble.com/being-pregnant/2011/12/15/captivating-family-portraits-from-jessica-todd-harper/">Babble</a>]

Family portraits

There are Awkward Family Photos , and then there are Jessica Todd Harper's hauntingly mesmerizing family portraits . I love how they per...

6:15 AM

Adorable: Stuffed animals

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_VJsmOQB2j6SYGgkeuZCbA-yEzxi7d-BCnjcJTmo9HtqT2SJpNFLCJOq_bTwSR1uHPRpPv_AMt1t495lTfJkJiKJGHmZKIIZlmlw2-rAipwcJul7-WBGhO2rm2axSXs7aSnO4vTXjuws/s1600/aa3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687862347705750066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_VJsmOQB2j6SYGgkeuZCbA-yEzxi7d-BCnjcJTmo9HtqT2SJpNFLCJOq_bTwSR1uHPRpPv_AMt1t495lTfJkJiKJGHmZKIIZlmlw2-rAipwcJul7-WBGhO2rm2axSXs7aSnO4vTXjuws/s400/aa3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" /></a><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6538113653_93ddf52d88_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6538113653_93ddf52d88_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 518px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ByTEQLCUbq4TfWXWjW3TYggxtpQNEEXG4q5S8iZGYpS4dD8nYgULpkX2J2l1TvGtXl-I5pZZ4IoMGArxKgRofAGBAlC2KKNwg5dw1gRhipupsbrS1Ptf20IhBGqaXGUSiH7cfeqHPQpc/s1600/aa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687862345124030466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ByTEQLCUbq4TfWXWjW3TYggxtpQNEEXG4q5S8iZGYpS4dD8nYgULpkX2J2l1TvGtXl-I5pZZ4IoMGArxKgRofAGBAlC2KKNwg5dw1gRhipupsbrS1Ptf20IhBGqaXGUSiH7cfeqHPQpc/s400/aa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" /></a>When I was little, Cabbage Patch Dolls and Popples were some of my best friends. As a child of the '80s, it was practically a requirement, really. Did I ever tell you about Emma, my favorite Cabbage Patch Doll (<em>above</em>)? One time during surgery, my doctor put casts on her legs, and she's still got them to this day!<br /><br />And speaking of stuffed animals, I discovered the new shop <a href="http://walnutanimalsociety.com/">Walnut Animal Society</a> over the weekend. Owner Lauren Bradshaw creates the most adorable handmade stuffed animals. Get ready for some cuteness...<br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6538113773_7b5065c935_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6538113773_7b5065c935_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 484px;" /></a><a href="http://walnutanimalsociety.com/henry-the-fox/">Henry the Fox</a><br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7165/6538113901_9a29b08648_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7165/6538113901_9a29b08648_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 484px;" /></a><a href="http://walnutanimalsociety.com/eleanor-the-bear/">Eleanor the Bear</a><br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6538114123_18abb5d72f_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6538114123_18abb5d72f_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 484px;" /></a><a href="http://walnutanimalsociety.com/chester-the-raccoon/">Chester the Raccoon</a><br /><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6538114233_4426918796_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6538114233_4426918796_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 484px;" /></a><a href="http://walnutanimalsociety.com/ruthie-the-deer/">Ruthie the Deer</a><br /><br /><strong>Aren't they adorable? I love how they each have names. Which one is your favorite? What sorts of stuffed animals did you have when you were younger? Did you take them everywhere with you? What were their names? I'd love to hear! xoxo</strong><br /><br />P.S. More fun things from childhood, including <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-are-your-favorite-childrens-books.html">children's books</a>, an <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/10/embroidered-memory-game.html">embroidered memory game</a> and some more photos of <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/10/childhood-photos.html">me as a kid</a>. :)

Adorable: Stuffed animals

When I was little, Cabbage Patch Dolls and Popples were some of my best friends. As a child of the '80s, it was practically a requireme...

8:52 AM

Holiday Gift Guide 2011 Part #5: Your little cousin who loves to follow you around and isn't afraid of anything.

<div align="center"></div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6443641129_8fa336bfc7_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7148/6443641129_8fa336bfc7_o.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 515px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><a href="http://www.merrymakersinc.com/froggy.php?mtype=p">Froggy doll</a> because they love animals, $14.<br /><div align="center"></div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6443674339_41b149207a_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6443674339_41b149207a_o.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 471px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>A set of 10 <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/colored-smencils-set-of-10">smencils</a> to make art fun, $14.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxozd1W0Iduq8u_hOkaJ5MFY8j5P4btO1-AAp7YyRtIG4cw6kZ8chAASOETyLtmiWyVLjDAS-EWYTNGZmrQcO5MQY3QqVIYC7icUUBUUmzWUW4yXYx3Sh8SJJhxiXoC48tWk4vzPyKYOd/s1600/aa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681656041356802834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxozd1W0Iduq8u_hOkaJ5MFY8j5P4btO1-AAp7YyRtIG4cw6kZ8chAASOETyLtmiWyVLjDAS-EWYTNGZmrQcO5MQY3QqVIYC7icUUBUUmzWUW4yXYx3Sh8SJJhxiXoC48tWk4vzPyKYOd/s400/aa.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/alphapets-origami-book">AlphaPets origami book</a> to encourage her creative, artistic side, $12.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpfJmg5LwWfTjffFDqiugOzgiR4yu0pI_gQZcpxo2ZWZ4wUGRfvgDvetX-4n2KPKIeMGVr9ROKoySx-qRClhPWbYucUobd686VmKdBmos5wJuFys63lsO-c-PxrCK0n1mACwHOnLcsJZH/s1600/01.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681636778334944354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpfJmg5LwWfTjffFDqiugOzgiR4yu0pI_gQZcpxo2ZWZ4wUGRfvgDvetX-4n2KPKIeMGVr9ROKoySx-qRClhPWbYucUobd686VmKdBmos5wJuFys63lsO-c-PxrCK0n1mACwHOnLcsJZH/s400/01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>A <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unknown-SLINKY-Original-Slinky/dp/B00000IZKX/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322858992&sr=8-1">classic slinky</a> because, well, having a slinky is just a childhood rite of passage, $5.72.<br /><div align="center"></div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6443528083_ae086afd0e_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6443528083_ae086afd0e_o.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 600px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>A <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/86691525/2012-constellations-of-the-northern">constellation calendar</a> for their love of science and because you want them to reach for the stars, $25.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig2e1If3qX37OAS2nphpSpAcfSZXviKh4QiP3_TAOr27Tj3FV3FkgEfQXqeu2jPCz5aH6-QdFUfgFQ8EVbq4R06vgtP0yEEbJi9xShLAtTVfUrfCT8szbBcksh79RKZorIljfXMVhoL2Ze/s1600/01.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681636512467789394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig2e1If3qX37OAS2nphpSpAcfSZXviKh4QiP3_TAOr27Tj3FV3FkgEfQXqeu2jPCz5aH6-QdFUfgFQ8EVbq4R06vgtP0yEEbJi9xShLAtTVfUrfCT8szbBcksh79RKZorIljfXMVhoL2Ze/s400/01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 137px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>A <a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/product/1009100/513205.html">Magic 8 Ball pen</a> because they love to ask questions, $7.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIxEA7wNZmCaGJMM_2IBSvXGJDVfFiblbDIqM1j1K5ViVa_X1dlOV9_teDt6jGAEql4NFPmn1AtCNj5hJvyDo4r3L9ZwmzYtMulRXT8sRKofLPRYhSJ8pZ8NaEDHVyY6Nm1q6rXCZTUWl/s1600/02.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681636507860632450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIxEA7wNZmCaGJMM_2IBSvXGJDVfFiblbDIqM1j1K5ViVa_X1dlOV9_teDt6jGAEql4NFPmn1AtCNj5hJvyDo4r3L9ZwmzYtMulRXT8sRKofLPRYhSJ8pZ8NaEDHVyY6Nm1q6rXCZTUWl/s400/02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 271px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/product/1009100/75902.html">Hi 5 gloves</a> for those chilly afternoons of playing at the park with friends, $19.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7MaHfw1afWhCaEVhqRicO2zCsiAt5RsoohrIPfAOiJw1xKVyRfu94kYXhe3e7nBRC1VEzKTEHSDtB3XHcDN7uYavQuPLEGns9b_pzNWl8IsI3VN8Y8CWb3PdbqgfiEn-mG1FR3r2LFi_/s1600/03"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681636511029890658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7MaHfw1afWhCaEVhqRicO2zCsiAt5RsoohrIPfAOiJw1xKVyRfu94kYXhe3e7nBRC1VEzKTEHSDtB3XHcDN7uYavQuPLEGns9b_pzNWl8IsI3VN8Y8CWb3PdbqgfiEn-mG1FR3r2LFi_/s400/03" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 215px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>These <a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/product/1009100/67401.html">puzzle sandwich cutters</a> to make getting ready for school even more fun, $16.95.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiFgAm5UjhEk5dWqGOMOtGEippvtyoqeL3hb2wup1NyLLg40RV4M0V6JbpIbiesR3QD0Z6ELLD3vMhV8gQRwCA74TDv2Xej6boMKX2Aj4iC_ThYWG8BHIzs51uWgEl-dE0cNsHt203GSu/s1600/03.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681636506242905042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiFgAm5UjhEk5dWqGOMOtGEippvtyoqeL3hb2wup1NyLLg40RV4M0V6JbpIbiesR3QD0Z6ELLD3vMhV8gQRwCA74TDv2Xej6boMKX2Aj4iC_ThYWG8BHIzs51uWgEl-dE0cNsHt203GSu/s400/03.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 216px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>A <a href="http://www.spoonsisters.com/product/1009100/61001.html">make-your-own-night-light kit</a> to help them scare those monsters away at night, $8.50.<br /><div align="center"></div><a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6443229929_1a3c0ee1bc_o.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6443229929_1a3c0ee1bc_o.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Their very own <a href="http://rompstore.com/productDetail.php?productId=777&categoryId=&productItemId=1225&optionId=1735&ageGroupId=11">lunch sack</a> for their first day of school because they're <em>so</em> excited, $20.

Holiday Gift Guide 2011 Part #5: Your little cousin who loves to follow you around and isn't afraid of anything.

Froggy doll because they love animals, $14. A set of 10 smencils to make art fun, $14. AlphaPets origami book to encourage her creative, ...

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