<?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-3697074847436540597</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:24:50.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday with Sunshine Rei</title><subtitle type='html'>Balancing a full time career and raising a happy, carefree toddler who has asthma. The never ending journey of being a mommy, daddy and daughter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-6136958690444523279</id><published>2009-08-01T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:52:46.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma maw and mommy's little girl.</title><content type='html'>Today my Danica Rei is 22months old. What a joy she is. She has added more words to her vocabulary. I just enjoy hearing her speak. Especially when she tells me "no mom, I go outside".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been a busy family, the three of us. Mike's keeping up with his grueling schedule and making sure he spends time with his little love bug. I manage to do the same, though my work schedule is not so grueling like his. Danica keeps us on our toes, what else can we ask of our happy 22 month old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica and I  flew to Louisville Kentucky on Tuesday July 28th, and I have to say it was an awful flight because of a nasty, mean flight attendant. I shall not say more because it's against company policy to blog about your job, in detail. It was the trip from hell (Houston to Louisville). Uncle TJ picked us up and we drove two hours to Evansville,Indiana. Danica didn't mind the drive at all. She sat comfortably in her seat and fell asleep, she needed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Ma maw's front door, and Danica was so excited to see her Ma maw. The smile on Danica's face was priceless. Danica was running back and forth through the house and playing with Ma maw's  printer. Danica got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=592068dc45&amp;photo_id=3782269042"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=592068dc45&amp;photo_id=3782269042" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We made our way to Dinner, Ma maw and Danica sat in the back and enjoyed each others company. Danica was talking to her Ma maw throughout the drive. Amazingly at dinner, in a restaurant my daughter was well behaved. I was very proud of her. We finished our dinner and Danica and I made our way out. Once we were out the doors, she stopped and looked up at me, with a concerned look on her face, said "Ma maw, my Ma maw?", pointing to the closed door, she headed back, first looking through the glass doors, then reaching with both hands onto the handles and pulling herself up...screaming "MAAA MAW!" I could not believe what she was doing. This would of been a great picture but I grabbed the camera out to late. We headed to the pond near the restaurant and Danica and Ma maw fed the ducks. Our 21 month old was truly enjoying every moment with Ma maw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXujMb-wOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hMvGArlRjWw/s1600-h/a37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXujMb-wOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hMvGArlRjWw/s400/a37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365456819483230434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=4589ea5363&amp;photo_id=3781654429"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=4589ea5363&amp;photo_id=3781654429" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Danica explored the house and found Ma maw's ceiling fan to be exciting. I love this video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=a31de16c3d&amp;photo_id=3781485839"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=a31de16c3d&amp;photo_id=3781485839" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to meet Uncle Jeff, ma maw's brother and enjoyed bubble time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXsBrt83eI/AAAAAAAAAL0/h3o44OeYxwk/s1600-h/a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXsBrt83eI/AAAAAAAAAL0/h3o44OeYxwk/s400/a8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365454044741295586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=1884099206&amp;photo_id=3781612511"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=1884099206&amp;photo_id=3781612511" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXu1WzS3RI/AAAAAAAAAME/rLH5bHV2PNc/s1600-h/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXu1WzS3RI/AAAAAAAAAME/rLH5bHV2PNc/s400/a7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365457131503017234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma maw and Great Uncle Jeff got the share "jump time" with Danica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=51c9ccbf35&amp;photo_id=3782472998"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=51c9ccbf35&amp;photo_id=3782472998" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tj, Uncle James and Billie got to hang out with Danica for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXyDQ-l4QI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-qjBCT91PII/s1600-h/a53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXyDQ-l4QI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-qjBCT91PII/s400/a53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365460668992839938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Red Lobster and my love bug and I got the chance to have our pictures taken together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXy2nOcz8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/V1rL0tKfg5k/s1600-h/a13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXy2nOcz8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/V1rL0tKfg5k/s400/a13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365461551138262978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXyuZhqFtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zDXfS1bHd9A/s1600-h/a12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXyuZhqFtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zDXfS1bHd9A/s400/a12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365461410021775058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last night in Evansville, Danica got to play with her bubbles. She really loves bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnX0K6Rab0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GLEzURzMHFo/s1600-h/a19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnX0K6Rab0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GLEzURzMHFo/s400/a19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365462999359975234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXz7HulYII/AAAAAAAAAMs/T37Rb2eK8x4/s1600-h/a21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXz7HulYII/AAAAAAAAAMs/T37Rb2eK8x4/s400/a21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365462728094081154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXzx3DgLDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/v05ZPcKWawI/s1600-h/a18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnXzx3DgLDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/v05ZPcKWawI/s400/a18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365462568999595058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as we prepared for our two hour drive to Louisville Kentucky, Danica our 22 month old child decided that she was 18 years old and hopped into the driver seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=82a21d39be&amp;photo_id=3782545998"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=82a21d39be&amp;photo_id=3782545998" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnX1MRTB7lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T88j1Wk4IFM/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SnX1MRTB7lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T88j1Wk4IFM/s400/a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365464122232270418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Ma maw enjoyed having Danica around as her belated birthday gift. &lt;br /&gt;I spent my birthday with my well behaved traveling partner, we got home late due to weather delays. 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What's going with Danica Rei? Well she is growing and soon, three months to be exact she will be two. YAY! I do try to keep the family updated but for some reason this mommy is starting to get tired FAST. &lt;br /&gt;Our daughter keeps me going. She has hit her terrible two's too early. No matter how feisty she is sometimes I think it's adorable. To hear her get mad and throw those temper tantrums. I love it when she tells me "NO". How do you get mad at this cutie pie? she sure does have this mommy wrapped around her finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated July 4th with the Guzman family and a few friends. It was a late celebration. I had worked til 6pm that day and when I got home I just wanted to cool off. The heat out here is unbearable. We arrived poolside at 7:30pm and partied til midnight. Danica was in and out of the pool. 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&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697074847436540597-3784166073893137194?l=gerri-domingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3784166073893137194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/3784166073893137194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/3784166073893137194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='Updates....'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SljmlJN5fFI/AAAAAAAAALs/0FBfnx6WadI/s72-c/july9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-1778594773114451984</id><published>2009-07-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:38:19.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Sunshine Rei.</title><content type='html'>The other night Danica did the funniest thing I've ever seen from a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were eating dinner as a family. Mike had just finished eating and left a hot pepper on his plate. Danica wanted to eat it. Mike and I both said "NO, hot". She pulled the plate near her and started to blow on the pepper and then looked at me and said "no hot, mommy". awww. Normally she is blowing her steamed rice to cool it down. So, she thought if she blew on the hot pepper it would cool down. Too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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What has she been up to? a world full of words,being mischievous. In all just being full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORDS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica can say ...sit, please, ball, manny, dog, daddy, mommy. You would be impressed she could say a few Chamorro words like, maigo(sleep), boka(eat). The cutest word by far is No and Dunno (don't know). Everything is "NO" and "Dunno" for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica say hi to Mamaw...she replies "NO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica do you love mommy? she replies "dunno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica where's your mommy? she replies "dunno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica come here. She replies "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, she will be speaking in sentences. Oh my, I'm thrilled yet I will miss those little baby coo's and babbles. I know she is growing. Amazing, my baby is growing up:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What has Danica been up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Chuckee Cheese and my daughter was playing a game. A little girl about the same age as her, walked right up to Danica and took the game piece out of her hand, you should of seen Danica's face, angered by what the little girl did, she fussed and took what was hers and hit the little girl over the head with it. Ouch. Danica was mad but turned away and continued playing her game. Then she went to the slide. As she prepared to slide down another little girl her age was behind her, kicking Danica to slide down. Danica slid down and wanted to slide again, so she climb the few steps up to the slide and then again this little girl was behind her, again kicking her. Danica just slid down and repeated the steps all over again, again this little girl kept kicking her, it wasn't a hard kick if so I would of said something. Danica this time got pissed off, as she sat down to slide  down she grabbed the little girls leg and took her down the slide with her. Goodness, Danica sure takes after her dad:) don't mess with her because she will defend herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble time. Oh she loved chasing the bubbles. She even said "bubbles". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB1MP8aAhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YYBCZk2aqTg/s1600-h/reirei+375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB1MP8aAhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YYBCZk2aqTg/s320/reirei+375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350405210614923794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB3uTTR45I//XRoDyyC2Pts/s1600-h/reirei+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; marAAAAAAAAAKwgin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB3uTTR45I/AAAAAAAAAKw/XRoDyyC2Pts/s320/reirei+362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350407994654974866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also is a Mozart in the making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=eeee1d8c5c&amp;photo_id=3653441608"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=eeee1d8c5c&amp;photo_id=3653441608" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the little Mozarts, Danica, Isa, and Daven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB4ZZravSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fifZSPEYvMM/s1600-h/reirei+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB4ZZravSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fifZSPEYvMM/s400/reirei+355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350408735101205794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now for the Eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves my dear readers. Recently, Danica has been streaking around the house, running around butt naked. She has learned, on her own, to take her clothes off, including the diaper. This evening, after dinner, I settled down and watched a little television. Danica was within my sight. Then, she came running around the corner butt naked, laughing. I thought to myself, "great here she goes again". I ran after her and placed a diaper on her. All was indeed good. She sat quietly while I talked on the phone with my cousin Dita. At the corner of my eye I saw her walk away, things were okay, so I thought. Next thing I hear is "EWW, Stinky". I jumped up and casually walked towards her. There I saw it. Stinky, had taken her diaper off and made a wonderful mural on the wall...A POOPY mural! What a great way to end the evening. Mommy had to clean her poopy daughter and her poopy mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697074847436540597-997549730138751395?l=gerri-domingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/997549730138751395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-bubbles-mozart-and-eww.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/997549730138751395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/997549730138751395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-bubbles-mozart-and-eww.html' title='Words, Bubbles, Mozart and Eww.'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SkB1MP8aAhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YYBCZk2aqTg/s72-c/reirei+375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-2129522435041331902</id><published>2009-06-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:36:53.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad, Ricardo M. Guzman</title><content type='html'>Today is Fathers Day, not really. On the island of Guam my dad's special day was yesterday, which makes me a day late. Oh well, I'm sure he can forgive his FAVORITE DAUGHTER, for being a day late. Really, dad if you think about it, here in the "mainland" it's Fathers Day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my Salutation to my wonderful Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an absolute &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; DAD. I remember the wonderful times we shared as a family. Here is what I remember as a ten year old INNOCENT girl.&lt;br /&gt;*The famous Island of Guam power outages ~ we all sat around with the kerosene lanterns and would play spades or twenty one. You would pass your quarters to Roland and me when we ran out, from losing to the older siblings:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You bought batteries so we could listen to the radio and during the famous power outages, you taught me how to dance the waltz. "Step on my feet and I'll show you". Every time I find myself doing the Waltz, I think of you daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One morning after you and mom came home from the flea market you woke Roland and me up with a surprise. A puppy licking our faces. That was such a wonderful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I remember me, the innocent one, giving my daddy kisses right before I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to that innocent child who use to give you kisses right before she went to sleep. I wonder. As I got older I know I caused you and mom grief. I wish I could take it all back and be that perfect daughter. Though, through your tough love I am here, doing fine and living well. I am strong because of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories on the ranch. The corn fields the mango trees and harvesting for dago every weekend was indeed torture to me. Now, as I look back, it was definitely my finest times. Once I moved on my own, I remember having to shop for my own groceries. Dad the prices for banana's, corn all  the stuff I wanted to eat, I had to pay for. I was upset because if I was home all I'd do was go outside and pick all the good stuff we had on the ranch. I definitely appreciate everything I am missing back home.&lt;br /&gt;Working for the airlines I would hear people around me "I wish I lived on a Paradise Island". I would always tell people, my yard, my home on Guam is Paradise. Soon I was showing off pictures of your paradise fortress and people would say how lucky I was. Man, they were right. Growing up I always took things for granted and now I appreciate it all. You gave us such a beautiful environment to grow up in, I just wish I appreciated more back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things are hard since you've fell ill. You're not the strong man you use to be. You're not able to walk out into your paradise and work on your flowers like you use to. I know it saddens you but remember to keep your stubborn spirit alive. I miss and love you my dear strict daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I know I owe you money, but like I said, Mom owes you more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to the best Dad there is, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your granddaughter Danica has a grandpa salute to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=32851b2d89&amp;photo_id=3649606574"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=32851b2d89&amp;photo_id=3649606574" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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L. A. M. O. R. O. U. S...(glamorous) Flying first class up in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My Sunshine Rei and I flew first class to Houston, a whole thirty seven minute flight from our home in San Antonio...not a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we sat in first class, the lovely perks of working in the airline industry. My worries, Danica wasn't going to behave well. Surprisingly, she knocked out for the duration of the flight the whole thirty seven minute flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we landed super mom had Danica in a hip hammock, hanging freely from my hip, a full diaper bag on one shoulder and the car seat in my hand, wish i had taken a picture of myself.  Trotting down the terminal to meet our Chauffeur, nephew Mikey, I thought to myself, "what are you doing wearing heels?" We hopped into the car and we were on our way to see the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl4kDlsayI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fnnyok8ySho/s1600-h/reirei+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl4kDlsayI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fnnyok8ySho/s320/reirei+342.jpg" bord er="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339431394058464034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehanna was awake to greet us. Danica and Hanna played til Ryland, the littliest terror woke up. That little terror nephew of mine was so aggressive with his cousin Danica. She kept running away from him. It was just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;As we prepared the food for the party the kids played. My sunshine and her cousin, the little terror Ryland played together nicely, when they play together one ends up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl6G0fySQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qfhHwk7Wf1k/s1600-h/reirei+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl6G0fySQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qfhHwk7Wf1k/s320/reirei+322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433090814200066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, they knocked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl6raU6zaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jz0_U0h3bWg/s1600-h/reirei+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl6raU6zaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jz0_U0h3bWg/s320/reirei+327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433719444458914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl7iw2nNGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KsBJURsuGKc/s1600-h/reirei+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl7iw2nNGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KsBJURsuGKc/s320/reirei+330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434670384165986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, somebody ugly came to check on them. Ugly, is my baby brother Roland. Danica will refer to him as "uncle monster". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the food, my nephew Mikey made some of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl8-I3qMSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Z5cFtqZCfYM/s1600-h/reirei+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl8-I3qMSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Z5cFtqZCfYM/s320/reirei+331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436240199102754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spicy sushi. Yummy...it was ONO. More at the table, pogogi short ribs, red rice and more. I love Island cooking. It fills me up. Danica loves Chamorro and Asian cuisine. Especially chamorro red rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain rolled in at the cooks got rained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl9x19NrkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/L0RkR684uA0/s1600-h/reirei+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl9x19NrkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/L0RkR684uA0/s320/reirei+325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339437128475323970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we stayed, to sing happy birthday to Rehanna, and took family photo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_NMyjGlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kLa-15DPU30/s1600-h/reirei+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_NMyjGlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kLa-15DPU30/s320/reirei+338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339438697972701778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_BOuvjjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ginSV8U9tHI/s1600-h/reirei+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_BOuvjjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ginSV8U9tHI/s320/reirei+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339438492335181362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day trip was now coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_qKxneFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7QFX5zMKNZo/s1600-h/reirei+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_qKxneFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7QFX5zMKNZo/s320/reirei+340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339439195648129106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmAv1bp6LI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZU1Pn4ue5-M/s1600-h/reirei+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmAv1bp6LI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZU1Pn4ue5-M/s320/reirei+326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339440392509712562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_4ZIZC3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5bZWyHQ4FfE/s1600-h/reirei+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl_4ZIZC3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5bZWyHQ4FfE/s320/reirei+341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339439440019917682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the aircraft we got a whole row to ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; of us each had a seat.&lt;br /&gt;First sunshine Rei had to inspect the aircraft...checking the windows...look at those curls. she made sure her baby Simone Raina(cabbage patch doll) was securely fastened. The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three &lt;/span&gt;of us each had a seat...Mommy, sunshine Rei and Simone all had a seat.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we enjoyed our day, and our flight home. Danica and her baby Simone were well behaved on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, in the beginning of this post...I wondered why I was wearing heels...My legs are aching the day after. hehe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To hear Rehanna's Blurbs, read my post following this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/wpbj5j32d4" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697074847436540597-3542835783607573658?l=gerri-domingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3542835783607573658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-celebration-with-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/3542835783607573658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/3542835783607573658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-celebration-with-family.html' title='A day trip to Houston'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Shl4kDlsayI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fnnyok8ySho/s72-c/reirei+342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-4133344933210506537</id><published>2009-05-24T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:39:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehanna's blurbs and pictures.</title><content type='html'>mikey is a mush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=a69ceb82a5&amp;photo_id=3560019760"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=a69ceb82a5&amp;photo_id=3560019760" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey is not her favorite cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=6c617356ba&amp;photo_id=3559206371"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=6c617356ba&amp;photo_id=3559206371" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing "happy birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=5c6ce55ed5&amp;photo_id=3559205847"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=5c6ce55ed5&amp;photo_id=3559205847" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question for Hanna and Mikey is not her favorite cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=120416762b&amp;photo_id=3559634719"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=120416762b&amp;photo_id=3559634719" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna's fourth b-day...she's so cute and the funniest things come out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the family will laugh. She has a signature pose when it comes to taking pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmPSs0y5KI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8i5aL-X6XDM/s1600-h/reirei+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmPSs0y5KI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8i5aL-X6XDM/s320/reirei+333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456384657450146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little terror Ryland, her baby brother is this short, fat, curly head boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmPw-fx-lI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AlNCdtqL6xk/s1600-h/reirei+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmPw-fx-lI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AlNCdtqL6xk/s320/reirei+335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456904797223506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who made his big sister cry on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmQSR_5MkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ko0Eeuq5jME/s1600-h/reirei+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShmQSR_5MkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ko0Eeuq5jME/s320/reirei+336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457476967871042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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Today was a GREAT day. We started early. I was able to do my errands and still have a HAPPY a little girl in tow. &lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed lunch with nino Roger and uncle Richie. Danica had great time playing with the ball in nino's backyard and she got to watch her nino (god father) be a goofball on the swing. No pictures taken only because my camera was not charged. Uncle Richie took about two pictures and his camera went dead. Oh well, I'm sure she will have another photo day with them soon.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was at home waiting on us, once she saw him, she lit up. Her and daddy were being goof balls. We just spent the day with nino goof ball and now we were at home with daddy the goof ball...too many goof balls in one day. I love them both so, it's okay. The more goof balls, the merrier. Back to daddy, the goof ball...he and danica were having too much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOGelu4NoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KAY1NN_FgMc/s1600-h/reirei+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOGelu4NoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KAY1NN_FgMc/s320/reirei+316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337757843447101058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOG8KdoOZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WuMgUNxZxQ0/s1600-h/reirei+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOG8KdoOZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WuMgUNxZxQ0/s320/reirei+318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337758351523068306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my family...daddy, the big goof ball and sunshine Danica Rei, my little goof ball, and yes I truly love my goof ball family. By the way, they're wearing shorts on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Chuckee Cheese...Rei and Chuckee had a dance off. You be the judge but, I know Rei kicked butt. She showed Chuckee she could dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=3db22d66cc&amp;photo_id=3548103998"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=3db22d66cc&amp;photo_id=3548103998" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=33d9c4a76b&amp;photo_id=3548106244"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=33d9c4a76b&amp;photo_id=3548106244" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;and she played too. &lt;br /&gt;Now it was time to go home...and here is she once she settled in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOKwNiOI4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1ZgN99Mawac/s1600-h/reirei+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOKwNiOI4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1ZgN99Mawac/s320/reirei+315.jpg" border="0" altid="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337762544235717506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sound asleep from such a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I was able to capture this on video. I thought it was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=05d5ced312&amp;photo_id=3532326933"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=05d5ced312&amp;photo_id=3532326933" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and this picture... Looks just like her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOM33b43II/AAAAAAAAAIs/JwWE9IwPjVQ/s1600-h/reirei+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/ShOM33b43II/AAAAAAAAAIs/JwWE9IwPjVQ/s320/reirei+313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337764874765786242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697074847436540597-8033272339803422975?l=gerri-domingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8033272339803422975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderful-wednesday-may-13th-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/8033272339803422975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/8033272339803422975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderful-wednesday-may-13th-2009.html' title='Wonderful Wednesday May 13th, 2009'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-5332123739836183298</id><published>2009-05-08T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:14:16.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutation to my mom, Rosario</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_qoptions={&lt;br /&gt;qacct:"p-580o0ePdXcQh2"&lt;br /&gt;};&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://edge.quantserve.com/quant.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-580o0ePdXcQh2.gif" style="display: none;" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;I won't send my mother a card for Mothers Day. For the simple fact that I'm not good at putting a postage stamp on the envelope and getting it off in the mail so that she can receive it on that special day, Mothers Day. I do write this as a tribute to my mother. I only hope that when she reads this, she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt; a little and be touched of what she is about to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to send you a Mothers Day card, only because it will remain in between the pages of a book, or it will remain in the glove compartment of my car. Any idea of who I get this from, yes mom, YOU:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the importance of a parent, til I became one. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I now understand &lt;/span&gt; how much you love me. The many times you sat by me, in the emergency room because of my heart condition and asthma, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I now know&lt;/span&gt;  how your heart ached seeing me there on a hospital bed.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I now know&lt;/span&gt; what it feels like to be a helpless parent, watching your child endure immeasurable pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I now know&lt;/span&gt;, tough love is REAL LOVE. I once knew of a "problem child" who gave her parents grief. She skipped school continuously and her mother decided to see that her child made it to every class. If it meant going to school with her and sitting with her in every class, she did exactly that. She even sat with her "problem child" in detention. What mother would do such a thing....YOU. That's true and yet tough love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for yours and daddy's tough discipline and love, oh how I wish I could go back in time to erase my mistakes and be a better daughter to you and daddy. To make you laugh...of all six children, I had to take the demon seed from each of them. You have five good kids and one problem child, and the problem child had to be me. I am so sorry for breaking your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom&lt;br /&gt;I am now a Mother, a mother who now understands everything you've done for me. As a mother, I now understand how much you love me. I love you Mom and Happy Mothers Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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The guidance and advice from my mom and dad. With all my steps taken, I'm now here, a mother living in the reality of raising my own child. Could anything be better than this? No way. There is a sense of joy and love once you become a parent. My mother in-law once said,"you can feel yourself smile from the inside and out." She couldn't have said it any better, I can honestly feel myself "smile from the inside and out". Every time I think of Danica, I smile, it touches my soul. Having a child changes a persons' life forever, for the better. Things you thought you couldn't ever do, you can! There is such a powerful force around me that motivates me DO and to CONQUER. It basically comes down to Danica, my MUSE. Because of her I'm able to make a path where she will follow in my steps...To DO and to Conquer...what does this all mean...soon, I promise, you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1st...Danica is 19months old. Wow, time flies. Could you believe this little girl with asthma has so much life in her. She is the most joyful baby I know. Never a dull moment for her~she's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;exquisite&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes my spirit whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures posted are just for you to see how much she has grown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_qoptions={&lt;br /&gt;qacct:"p-580o0ePdXcQh2",&lt;br /&gt;media:"ad"&lt;br /&gt;};&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://edge.quantserve.com/quant.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-580o0ePdXcQh2.gif?media=ad" style="display: none;" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697074847436540597-6957646810867189705?l=gerri-domingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6957646810867189705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/steps.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/6957646810867189705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/6957646810867189705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/05/steps.html' title='Steps'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SfywkuLcfwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Wpc7iZunpXc/s72-c/thebest+picture+ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-431438686325537010</id><published>2009-04-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:00:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 25th - April 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp7C6PMR8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2tsyDs0dqqI/s1600-h/reirei+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp7C6PMR8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2tsyDs0dqqI/s200/reirei+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330708398869333954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp4JNkb8aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eacyKwnB7T8/s1600-h/reirei+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp4JNkb8aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eacyKwnB7T8/s200/reirei+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330705208603046306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp3xEW9InI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2YRCi8V5FIA/s1600-h/reirei+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp3xEW9InI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2YRCi8V5FIA/s200/reirei+254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330704793813721714" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an eventful week. A week filled with nothing but fun. Danica got bangs trimmed for the first time. How adorable she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp4vjyGiII/AAAAAAAAAE8/PpJ3p8Hn9Rg/s1600-h/reirei+277.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/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp4vjyGiII/AAAAAAAAAE8/PpJ3p8Hn9Rg/s200/reirei+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330705867400972418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to go to Chuckee Cheese. She enjoyed her time sitting right beside Chuckee Cheese. She enjoyed being part of the game.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp6BhoJrSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xjtRVzXG8qs/s1600-h/reirei+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp6BhoJrSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xjtRVzXG8qs/s200/reirei+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330707275571637538" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She climbs on everything. She sat next to Cristian and did not enjoy the ride she was on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp6lfFqsuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y5LO-SqGG1c/s1600-h/reirei+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp6lfFqsuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y5LO-SqGG1c/s200/reirei+276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330707893365420770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came all the concern on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swine flu &lt;/span&gt;. Mike and I decided to take extra measures, being sure that Danica is not exposed to the contaminated...so, we decided the best thing for her is to lock her up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp8CN2vFII/AAAAAAAAAFc/rdedCrVK4oI/s1600-h/reirei+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp8CN2vFII/AAAAAAAAAFc/rdedCrVK4oI/s200/reirei+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330709486467224706" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding, there is no way in hell we would do such a thing. She was free to roam the apartment grounds, play in the dirt and run around for a bit. Afterwards, it was back to her cell.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp8-3Mok6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/KLFszYzOO5g/s1600-h/reirei+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp8-3Mok6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/KLFszYzOO5g/s200/reirei+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330710528357077922" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again, i'm only joking. Though, she expressed signs of cabin fever, she was indeed fine. She was my little helper. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp94bLb5sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jYmePIfC76c/s1600-h/reirei+265.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/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp94bLb5sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jYmePIfC76c/s200/reirei+265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330711517268272834" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helping her mom put away the dishes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp-uMcCVWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ySi7HA3FKFY/s1600-h/reirei+262.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/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sfp-uMcCVWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ySi7HA3FKFY/s200/reirei+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330712441024304482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and helping me with the clothes. She loves to help out.  &lt;br /&gt;The wonderful blessing, a child to care and love is everything AMAZING. The journey as a parent is only the beginning to many BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS TO CHERISH FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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&lt;!-- End Quantcast tag --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697074847436540597-6738629569047392476?l=gerri-domingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6738629569047392476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/6738629569047392476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3697074847436540597/posts/default/6738629569047392476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerri-domingo.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-out.html' title='Time out!'/><author><name>Island Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06667501036776245744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SdzvytDZAAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qaKRTkSm0Y/S220/3420892615_427406bedf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SfEvDlGJ3-I/AAAAAAAAADs/fJEx_dzSIgk/s72-c/reirei+260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697074847436540597.post-356798535873379562</id><published>2009-04-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:56:21.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Momma"</title><content type='html'>This morning when I woke, I was hoping not to wake the precious little Danica who slept right beside me. As I got ready for work, I felt these hands wrap around my thigh, it was Danica Rei, and she looked up at me and said "Momma". I picked her up and embraced her while she rested her head on my shoulder. I'm quickly reminded of what I live for. "Momma" that sweet word, said clearly...It melted my heart. The perfect way to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work wasn't a bad day. It was pretty steady at Continental Airlines. During down time, Soduku made it easier for time to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home around 615pm and walked into the house to see my two kids, my husband(he's the oldest kid) and my Danica Rei. Sitting in her high chair, she wanted to escape so that she can greet me. She ran and gave her momma a big hug and juicy kiss. Once again, I'm reminded of what I live for. We played til daddy got dinner ready. We chilled on the floor and played with her dolls. She has now finally became a "doll" lover, calling them her babies. Yes, she can say "baby". Simone Raina, her cabbage patch doll, and Abby her cry baby, Abby really does cry, and Lil Squirt all joined Danica in her futon. She actually tucked all of them in, and laid with them. Momma, that's me, took pictures of Rei and all her babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SeggqkgE_oI/AAAAAAAAADM/QcsM9Kt1zGs/s1600-h/reirei+242.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/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SeggqkgE_oI/AAAAAAAAADM/QcsM9Kt1zGs/s320/reirei+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325542475090427522" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time. Those who have seen my girl eat knows she can eat like a champ...More rice, please. She loves to eat rice. &lt;br /&gt;After dinner I gave her a bath and we watched and danced to Barney. We just love that purple dinosaur. She turned in around 930pm. Now I'm able to do a few things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;She lays right next  to me and I'm reminded of what I live for....I Live for her, Danica Rei Domingo. She is my love bug, my munchkin, my turkey butt, most of all my Love and my Life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SegjJ1_R1WI/AAAAAAAAADc/zYrOSQCBD-8/s1600-h/reirei+243.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/_7qYJmYA7y6I/SegjJ1_R1WI/AAAAAAAAADc/zYrOSQCBD-8/s320/reirei+243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325545211383895394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Segi0eVhKXI/AAAAAAAAADU/0lGCleoYOPI/s1600-h/reirei+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Segi0eVhKXI/AAAAAAAAADU/0lGCleoYOPI/s320/reirei+251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325544844257470834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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I could hear her, a congestion, a gurgle in her chest. The day before she was outside playing, and came in with a runny nose, I thought to myself it was just a common cold. On Tuesday March 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; , when I woke up I decided to give to give her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nebuelizer&lt;/span&gt; treatment, in the past this has helped, she sounded better and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; showed no signs of being ill. I dropped her to the sitters and I headed off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 10am Shawna(sitter) called me to let me know that Danica wasn't happy, and that she just wanted to be carried. We just assumed her teeth were bothering her and Shawna gave her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Another&lt;/span&gt; call around 10am, her breathing didn't sound normal, but she was out and about running around playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Casen&lt;/span&gt;(sitter's son). I didn't think anything of it, and said maybe it's just allergies. Twenty to thirty minutes passed, Shawna called again...I heard Danica in the background...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! her breathing was labored. Oh my, I freaked! I needed to get to her...called my husband to make him aware...called her pediatrician, an appointment was set for later in the day 230pm. I manage to leave work early, and once I got there my tears came in such a rush...my daughter wasn't doing well at all. Shawna apologized, I couldn't blame her, she was not at fault. We left, she had an appointment set at 230pm with her doctor, screw that! I was taking her to the E.R. on my way there I would check on her, she was asleep but gasping for air, her lips turning blue, I kept crying telling her it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, you could hear the wheeze, so strong, so loud. Is she going to  make it? We got to the E.R. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; she had to be processed...i was pissed! so I signed paper, and rudely said to the front desk personnel, get her a nurse, she can't breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thankfully, a nurse...oxygen stats real low 70-85....she was rushed to a room, doctor treated her on the spot...treatments after treatment. It seemed as Danica responded well to the treatment, and was told she'll be released...my instinct was telling me otherwise. Minutes had passed and I heard the wheeze, Danica once again trying to breathe. I called the nurses station, nurse checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her oxygen stats...real low, she was given oxygen and another treatment. I was told she was being admitted. I'd rather she be here, in the hospital where she can be cared for, it was a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later in the evening an I.V. was inserted, she didn't like it at all, but once it was done she was fine. My little girl enduring so much pain while daddy and mommy were helpless. How is this fair? We couldn't protect her from all this pain. The doctor came in and checked her ask questions...the question about asthma, well it was easy. I have asthma. I grew up with this disease, all my teenage life i was a pin cushion...I was educated enough to be aware of what has now stricken my daughter. Doctor gave me praise for my awareness on asthma, and informed me, not many mothers know about respiratory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;illness&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes it can be fatal if not treated right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sd4Xwh8T4GI/AAAAAAAAABg/PvewRtCWRtQ/s1600-h/reirei+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sd4Xwh8T4GI/AAAAAAAAABg/PvewRtCWRtQ/s320/reirei+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322717932110995554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="sectionText" &gt;The next day, she was doing a lot better. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt;(god father) Roger came by to visit with her, all day, and had taken her to play. It was a challenge to tend to her needs, having an IV line attached was no fun, having to see your daughter run with the IV line attached.It was funny to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt; right behind her catching her before she fell, and Uncle Ritchie pushing the IV pole right behind them. It sure was a work out for them. Later on, the nurse took her for a ride in the buggy, then returned my girl to me with a band wrapped around her ankle "High Risk, she Climbs, and Falls." That was an indication Danica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rei&lt;/span&gt; was back to her normal self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nino chasing lovebug&lt;span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sd4YCntbVCI/AAAAAAAAABo/BVYqsheVb3o/s1600-h/reirei+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qYJmYA7y6I/Sd4YCntbVCI/AAAAAAAAABo/BVYqsheVb3o/s320/reirei+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322718242896827426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*the buggy she jumped out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Quantcast tag --&gt;
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