<?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-3477593996506615699</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:27:43.471-05:00</updated><category term='L'/><category term='Fun with Markers'/><category term='Memory Bank'/><category term='2007 part 2'/><category term='Maya and her music'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='maya video boots'/><category term='big girl bed'/><category term='Easter eggs'/><category term='part 1'/><category term='2 princesses.'/><category term='updates'/><category term='2007'/><category term='Art'/><category term='little star'/><category term='Edge of the bed'/><category term='a review'/><category term='Superbowl 2005'/><category term='THREE'/><title type='text'>The Maya Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>the life &amp; times of a neat little person</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-5637918482347330466</id><published>2008-08-29T14:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:04:36.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>This post brought to you by the letter......L</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SLg89iCCq5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DKzZlB9LTF8/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240005194250627986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SLg89iCCq5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DKzZlB9LTF8/s320/L.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a simple looking letter, and it leads many important words like ladybug, love, leg, and lollipop.  However, learning to pronounce this letter is a tough task.  In the past year, Maya's vocabulary has exploded.  She seemed to learn and pick up new words everyday.  Recently, to the astonishment of her parents, she used the word "automatically" in a sentence.  How she learned that word I still dont know.  The one letter and sound she has had trouble mastering is the "L".    I guess it is just a tricky way the tongue has to work to say the letter is what is giving her grief.  It is difficult for a three-year old.  Words like "Claire" sound like "Care", and "Lemon" is "Yemon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore!! Maya is on a mission, a quest.  She is going to conquer the letter L.  She has been studying hard and practing her Ls this week.  Yesterday, she walked up to me and said, "liisten to this"...."Cllllaire".  I gave her a double high-five and a big hug.  She was so proud.  Now she works on the L sound every chance she gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya does have a certain incentive too.  I've heard some mention of a Barbie as a gift.  How fitting that she is accomplishing this on LLLLLabor Day Weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-5637918482347330466?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5637918482347330466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=5637918482347330466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5637918482347330466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5637918482347330466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-post-brought-to-you-by-letterl.html' title='This post brought to you by the letter......L'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SLg89iCCq5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DKzZlB9LTF8/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-2197821532109446839</id><published>2008-06-19T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:45:22.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c68e8c773f0e5233" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc68e8c773f0e5233%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D781B2F12733F849E381D6333828A47150C012A4B.36E84B5C593A17A0204308DD4EDF1CECF1998AF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc68e8c773f0e5233%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU84vk9dBMqPUAA9byphFu2Fqs8g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc68e8c773f0e5233%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D781B2F12733F849E381D6333828A47150C012A4B.36E84B5C593A17A0204308DD4EDF1CECF1998AF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc68e8c773f0e5233%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU84vk9dBMqPUAA9byphFu2Fqs8g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Maya's first ever venture into the water at the beach. This is different from splashing around at the pool. Her mission was to "find the perfect wave". She really loved playing in the sand and in the surf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-2197821532109446839?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c68e8c773f0e5233&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2197821532109446839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=2197821532109446839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/2197821532109446839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/2197821532109446839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-impression.html' title='First Impression'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-5645296115466010471</id><published>2008-06-16T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:08:28.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya's First Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9839509@N04/2582864448/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2582864448_220038c624_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9839509@N04/2582864448/"&gt;Maya's First Beach Trip 018&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/9839509@N04/"&gt;natemonroe2002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maya enjoyed some wonderful R&amp;R in Florida....&lt;br /&gt;more details to come&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-5645296115466010471?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5645296115466010471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=5645296115466010471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5645296115466010471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5645296115466010471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/maya-first-beach-trip.html' title='Maya&amp;#39;s First Beach Trip'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2582864448_220038c624_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-4799185995409712348</id><published>2008-05-28T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:09:47.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday....In the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YAhXuFTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6cn3WW-qE2I/s1600-h/fun+at+the+park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205554247779620146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YAhXuFTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6cn3WW-qE2I/s320/fun+at+the+park.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YBBXuFUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JWEKR3orwrk/s1600-h/Going+down+the+big+slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205554256369554754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YBBXuFUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JWEKR3orwrk/s320/Going+down+the+big+slide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YBhXuFVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lo3fyrRSPa0/s1600-h/Swing+at+the+park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205554264959489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YBhXuFVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lo3fyrRSPa0/s320/Swing+at+the+park.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YBxXuFWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9S55ajnBD0A/s1600-h/Maya+swing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205554269254456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YBxXuFWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9S55ajnBD0A/s320/Maya+swing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3XTxXuFSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/U1klpBHE4OU/s1600-h/Climbing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205553478980474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3XTxXuFSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/U1klpBHE4OU/s320/Climbing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fun day at the park. It is always a good thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-4799185995409712348?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4799185995409712348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=4799185995409712348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/4799185995409712348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/4799185995409712348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturdayin-park.html' title='Saturday....In the Park'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SD3YAhXuFTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6cn3WW-qE2I/s72-c/fun+at+the+park.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-1867335645348365676</id><published>2008-04-28T14:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:22:40.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big girl bed'/><title type='text'>Big Girl Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SCX15AVd59I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hkhxqU7Fuc8/s1600-h/Easter,+Maya+pics+++April+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198831704560494546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SCX15AVd59I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hkhxqU7Fuc8/s320/Easter,+Maya+pics+++April+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya made a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; recently. First she had the crib, then last year moved to a toddler bed, and now........a full size, brand new big girl bed. It is funny how her new bed just completely swallows her. She takes full advantage of all the new extra room that she has in her bed. Maya is kind of a &lt;a href="http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/clinging-to-edgeof-my-bed.html"&gt;wild sleeper&lt;/a&gt;. Another lovely attribute that she got from her mother. So often when we peek in on her before we go to bed, she is usually laying across the bed, not on the pillows, or she has already kicked the covers off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another bonus of the new bed is that her baby dolls and bear can now comfortably sleep beside her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-1867335645348365676?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1867335645348365676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=1867335645348365676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1867335645348365676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1867335645348365676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-girl-bed.html' title='Big Girl Bed'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SCX15AVd59I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hkhxqU7Fuc8/s72-c/Easter,+Maya+pics+++April+2008+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-5191802773638881648</id><published>2008-04-18T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:52:06.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>GAPPY: &lt;em&gt;(adj.)&lt;/em&gt; something that Maya doesnt like, or consideres yucky.  &lt;em&gt;Examples&lt;/em&gt;: "That show was very gappy."  "I dont want to eat all my broccoli, its gappy" "Boys are gappy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-5191802773638881648?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5191802773638881648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=5191802773638881648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5191802773638881648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5191802773638881648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-4979136846588211537</id><published>2008-04-01T23:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:11:39.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L3MPBgOcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/btBKU1JZF5w/s1600-h/100_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184477910620191170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L3MPBgOcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/btBKU1JZF5w/s400/100_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A work of art! This is Maya's drawing of a face. She just recently started drawing faces, this was done in the bathtub. With special bathtub markers of course. Maya likes to do all sorts of artsy things. She loves her play-doh, and she likes to color, paint and draw, in fact she likes to draw on any and &lt;a href="http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-markers.html"&gt;everything.&lt;/a&gt; Thankfully, she doesn't draw on the walls or floors, just paper and coloring books. .......and bathtubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184835861784574418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_Q8vvBgOdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ELzBPaAWWXk/s320/100_1181.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-4979136846588211537?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4979136846588211537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=4979136846588211537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/4979136846588211537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/4979136846588211537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/artist.html' title='The Artist'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L3MPBgOcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/btBKU1JZF5w/s72-c/100_1207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-7445309229020878519</id><published>2008-04-01T22:36:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:24:08.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter eggs'/><title type='text'>A Hunting She Will Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L0SvBgOYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AQxOoEK1YB4/s1600-h/100_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184474723754457474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L0SvBgOYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AQxOoEK1YB4/s320/100_1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maya has really got the hang of Easter Egg hunting. She had two on Easter Sunday and went to another one the week before. Whenever she would find an egg, she already knows to shake it to see if there is some sort of gift inside. She only would open the "noisy" eggs. &lt;em&gt;Clever girl.&lt;/em&gt; Although, two eggs had a dollar in them and they did not make a noise when shook. So she had to go back and open each egg to get her prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L1ZvBgOZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3IJtywqW8HM/s1600-h/100_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184475943525169554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L1ZvBgOZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3IJtywqW8HM/s200/100_1200.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184476218403076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L1pvBgOaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tm_hSkS4BnA/s200/100_1193.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya's Nana and Grandpa came to visit from North Carolina on Easter weekend. Maya got to show off her new, fancy Easter dress. She also got a big surpise.......details later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-7445309229020878519?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7445309229020878519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=7445309229020878519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/7445309229020878519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/7445309229020878519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/hunting-she-will-go.html' title='A Hunting She Will Go'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R_L0SvBgOYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AQxOoEK1YB4/s72-c/100_1198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-8684712947124340418</id><published>2008-03-18T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:31:26.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maya video boots'/><title type='text'>Boots are Made for Walkin'</title><content type='html'>Maya shows off her footwork in mommy's boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa066c482384107" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fa066c482384107%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E310CE43A34F13AAF044417DEA595F83B02FA6C.1705829B6168A8368C04E4DF09A6B79B4A4F7FA8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa066c482384107%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOmErW8DjAjPmY4dugPzQCMNhIE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fa066c482384107&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8684712947124340418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=8684712947124340418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/8684712947124340418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/8684712947124340418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='Boots are Made for Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-2544243820848315734</id><published>2008-03-05T14:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:22:45.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maya and her music'/><title type='text'>DJ Maya</title><content type='html'>Maya likes music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As witnessed in an &lt;a href="http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-star.html"&gt;earlier post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya's taste in music seems to be growing. Gone are the days when she we would make us listen to her Elmo CD on an endless loop. The CD only had two, maybe three, songs on it and the songs would be stuck in your head the rest of the day. She still has her kid CDs that she likes but here are some contemporary artists that Maya reccomends you listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she has been greatly influenced by her mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BON JOVI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/B/Bon_Jovi/Bon.Jovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/B/Bon_Jovi/Bon.Jovi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maya prefers Bon Jovi's latest album &lt;em&gt;Lost Highway&lt;/em&gt;. She likes all the songs and was also pleased to find out that Jon Bon Jovi is a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTINE KANE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://americanhiking.chattablogs.com/archives/Christine%20Kane%20photo-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="100" alt="" src="http://americanhiking.chattablogs.com/archives/Christine%20Kane%20photo-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer from Asheville, North Carolina and a favorite of her parents who have seen her live a few times. Maya likes the guitar playing and Christine's singing voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BARENAKED LADIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theautochannel.com/news/2007/11/28/072035.1-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand" height="131" alt="" src="http://www.theautochannel.com/news/2007/11/28/072035.1-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another favorite of her parents, we think it is funny to hear her say "I want Barenaked Ladies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GO GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kentuckycenter.com/images/main-large-shows/kc-main-lrg-indigogirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="156" alt="" src="http://www.kentuckycenter.com/images/main-large-shows/kc-main-lrg-indigogirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known to everyone else as The Indigo Girls, this duo from Georgia is the latest addition to Maya's musical requests. Maya's mom is a big fan of the group. Her mother played Indigo Girls songs for Maya when she was still in her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILLY JOEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.ebayimg.com/01/c/02/af/57/9c_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.ebayimg.com/01/c/02/af/57/9c_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya became a fan of Billy Joel because of the book and song &lt;em&gt;Goodnight My Angel&lt;/em&gt;. Maya used to have the lullaby read to her every night before bed. She loves the book and still likes to read it. The book came with a CD of the song, and now she likes to sing along with the CD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-2544243820848315734?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2544243820848315734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=2544243820848315734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/2544243820848315734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/2544243820848315734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/dj-maya.html' title='DJ Maya'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-9201083663153050929</id><published>2008-02-19T15:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:14:47.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007 part 2'/><title type='text'>2007, A Look Back part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7zsme3fnII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mN-DXNtSTCk/s1600-h/100_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169266618179492994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7zsme3fnII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mN-DXNtSTCk/s200/100_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second half of 2007 was highlighted by Maya getting a brand new, bigger room. Maya got to survey her knew home before we moved in, and she got to pick the room that she wanted to be hers. She also got to pick the color that her room would be painted. A lot of thought had to go into this selection of room color. However, Maya's initial choice of orange was turned down by her parents, and she was given a choice of colors too choose from. She finally settled on yellow, which was also the color of her old room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya also moved out of her crib in her new room. The crib had served its purpose, Maya moved on to a nice toddler bed (it is less than a foot off the ground). It wont be too long before she outgrows this bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys her new neighborhood, "her park" in the neighborhood and the pool. In August, Maya started pre-school, she really likes it and has learned a lot of new things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pledge of Allegance&lt;br /&gt;My Country 'Tis of Thee&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Army (her school is church affiliated)&lt;br /&gt;A wide variety of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;Watercolors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also been selected as the line leader on several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December Maya went to the Christmas service of her new church, she could not see the Nativity program going on from her seat so Maya just walked down the isle to get a better look. She "had to see the baby Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a great year, many new firsts and Maya keeps growing and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is looking good....Maya will hit the beach for the first time (in the summer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-9201083663153050929?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9201083663153050929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=9201083663153050929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/9201083663153050929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/9201083663153050929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/2007-look-back-part-2.html' title='2007, A Look Back part 2'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7zsme3fnII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mN-DXNtSTCk/s72-c/100_1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-1874489271138855395</id><published>2008-02-08T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:55:56.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have written before about the heart melting factor with Maya. Im sure this is true with all toddlers, certain things they do or say just make your day. You will never forget them, and they will be a part of your memory of her forever, even when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of growing up, Maya is really into the book, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giving-Tree-Shel-Silverstein/dp/0060256656"&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Shel Silverstein. It is a classic story about a boy and a tree, there are lots of moral tales and "meanings" that I have read about the book. The little boy in the book gets grows up and gets older in the book, and eventually is an old man by the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night after reading the book Maya says, "Daddy, when I get grow up I want to get knocked down so I can stay little." I was confused about what she meant by "knocked down" so I asked her. She said that she doesn't want to be a big person, she wants to stay a little girl. Of course, in my head I am thinking, "if there was a way that you could stop growing now and just be the adorably cute and wonderful, innocent person you are that would be great!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure that I am not the first parent to wish that their kids could just not grow up. It is just an amazing thing when you watch them develop and see how innocent they are, and how you dont want that to be "spoiled". It has been a fascinating three years watching her from a baby grow into this little independent person. She is very honest too, that is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also told me that night that when she does grow up, she wants to be a mermaid, like Ariel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164808357870400450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R60V1k_Vc8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dKZBtjxmK08/s320/ariel02b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-1874489271138855395?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1874489271138855395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=1874489271138855395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1874489271138855395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1874489271138855395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R60V1k_Vc8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dKZBtjxmK08/s72-c/ariel02b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-5929054640338320475</id><published>2008-02-08T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:17:59.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THREE'/><title type='text'>THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7zr6-3fnHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eLOLpVmplJ0/s1600-h/100_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169265870855183474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7zr6-3fnHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eLOLpVmplJ0/s320/100_1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya turned three yesterday. Her Birthday week celebration started last Saturday with a trip to see Go Diego Go! Live. She had a great time and it was really a good show. It was just like watching an episode of the show, just in person. Maya danced and sang and really got into it. There was also a special guest appearance by Diego's famous cousin, Dora the Explorer. The show was followed by a birthday dinner of cheese pizza and ice cream with a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On her actual birthday, Maya got to wear a crown at her school, and she was the line leader for the day. The highlight of the school day was Maya giving a book reading to her class and teachers. She read from Ian Falconer's Olivia collection, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Olivia forms a Band&lt;/span&gt;. Word has it her teachers were quite impressed as Maya read the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; book to the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169267082035960978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7ztBe3fnJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/noaYTB3ZQMU/s200/100_1172.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opened some but not all of her presents that night, she got some more books to add to her library. A second birthday dinner was held at the fine dining establishment known as Wendy's. Grandma and Papa were present at this dinner. Maya chose the restaurant, even though other options were suggested. A plea for mexican food or pizza was quickly shot down. "But I want Wendy's", repeated over and over pretty much sealed the deal. She had the kids meal, and for the very first time ever had a frosty. She had the vanilla frosty, since she doesn't like chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is still more to come. Another Maya Birthday bash is planned for this weekend. This will take place at Maya's home. Where more presents will be opened and more fun will be had, and there will be cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cant just limit Maya's birthday celebration to one day, it is an event!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-5929054640338320475?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5929054640338320475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=5929054640338320475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5929054640338320475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5929054640338320475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/three.html' title='THREE'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R7zr6-3fnHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eLOLpVmplJ0/s72-c/100_1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-1693437306077433706</id><published>2008-01-25T10:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:37:39.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 princesses.'/><title type='text'>Two Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SBYZRkKNSvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oEcH3Nqonvc/s1600-h/princess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194367009773406962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SBYZRkKNSvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oEcH3Nqonvc/s320/princess2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you find out that you are going to become parents, you always wonder what the baby will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like, who she will act like, etc... I was always hoping that Maya would turn out looking like her mother, obviously because I like the way her mother looks so why not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not only did she turn out to look like her mother, she is basically a carbon copy of her. Claire commented on this while we were watching one of Maya's school programs. She said it was like looking at herself up on the stage. There is no doubt they are related. They are both very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;. Maya loves to play dress up, and be a princess. Her mom has princess pants. She has been walking around in her mother's shoes for some time now, she loves sparkly things and putting on "girl perfume". I have been informed by Maya that my "boy perfume" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; smell as good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya couldn't have a better role model though. Her teachers at her school say Maya is very sweet and always likes to help out with the other kids. So she is going to be a caring, loving person who always likes to help people, and make others happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like her Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-1693437306077433706?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1693437306077433706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=1693437306077433706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1693437306077433706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1693437306077433706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-princesses.html' title='Two Princesses'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/SBYZRkKNSvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/oEcH3Nqonvc/s72-c/princess2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-2861661423790307438</id><published>2008-01-15T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:04:50.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun with Markers'/><title type='text'>Fun With Markers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42FPppJ_wI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZtWY_3UYEvI/s1600-h/100_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155923652332093186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42FPppJ_wI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZtWY_3UYEvI/s320/100_1121.JPG" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Markers are bright, shiny and come in a variety of colors. There are so many really neat things you can do with a marker in your hand. You can draw, write your name, or scribble some cool designs. The scribbling should be done on paper and not on clothes or walls, especially not on the walls. Writing on the walls or the furniture will cause parents to get upset. Paper gets boring though, it just lays there, blankly and it is too simple. I need a different canvas to challenge my young, artistic mind. How about skin! Not just any skin, &lt;em&gt;my skin&lt;/em&gt;. Look at these arms, what wonderful things I can do to them with my bright new markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42Fq5pJ_xI/AAAAAAAAADw/iK5jXgBwMK8/s1600-h/100_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155924120483528466" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42Fq5pJ_xI/AAAAAAAAADw/iK5jXgBwMK8/s200/100_1119.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42FrJpJ_yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/49ULbHtQYjw/s1600-h/100_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155924124778495778" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="93" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42FrJpJ_yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/49ULbHtQYjw/s200/100_1125.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, crayola makes washable markers. Maya the tattooed lady was a sight to behold. She actually did some very nice work. Her shirt didn't even have a mark on them. When she came running in to our room and said "look", and held out her arms, I couldn't help but laugh. So off we marched to the kitchen sink, a little soap and water and her temporary tattoos were gone. Thanks again to the washable markers people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-2861661423790307438?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2861661423790307438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=2861661423790307438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/2861661423790307438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/2861661423790307438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-markers.html' title='Fun With Markers'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R42FPppJ_wI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZtWY_3UYEvI/s72-c/100_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-5566387312044959154</id><published>2008-01-02T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:35:13.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a review'/><title type='text'>2007 , A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R4Lzt5pJ_vI/AAAAAAAAADc/sjsLXAmRjrg/s1600-h/100_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152948893558374130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R4Lzt5pJ_vI/AAAAAAAAADc/sjsLXAmRjrg/s320/100_0931.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2007 was a very big year for Maya. Many great experiences as Maya continued to grow. So lets look back at some highlights. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In February Maya turned TWO!! She had a small celebration at home, where she got some clothes and a really cool &lt;a href="http://shopping.yahoo.com/p:Olivia%20Saves%20the%20Circus%3A:3000409300;_ylc=X3oDMTB1c21tcDhkBF9TAzk2NjMyOTA3BHNlYwNmZWVkBHNsawNib29rcw--"&gt;Olivia&lt;/a&gt; book among other things. We also found out that we were leaving Maya's birth state of North Carolina and moving to Georgia. So Maya had to say goodbye to all her friends at the great staff at her school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a big growth time for Maya. Her vocabulary took off, she was adding new words daily, and her walking slowly turned to running and jumping. A few bumps and knee scrapes happened along the way, but she powered through her boo-boos with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/booboobunnyheaven/"&gt;boo boo bunny&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya's first stop in Georgia was with her Grandma and Papa, she took up residence with them for most of the Spring and early summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;firsts:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maya made her first visit to the zoo. where she keenly pointed out that the elephants liked to throw poop at each other. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She made her first visit to a beach. This is not considered an official visit becuase it was February and very cold on the beach so there was no playing in the water. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a pretty busy summer. Maya took in a Braves game, and learned the tomahawk chop. The Braves won. She also went to Centennial Olympic Park and got soaked by the Olympic ring fountain. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R4LwuZpJ_uI/AAAAAAAAADU/6vzt-dUFBtI/s1600-h/100_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152945603613425378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/R4LwuZpJ_uI/AAAAAAAAADU/6vzt-dUFBtI/s320/100_0887.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also learned about opera and performed a nightly after dinner concert for the family. Her major piece was an a capella version of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maya learned to go to the bathroom all by herself in 2007. She really seemed to grasp the concept pretty quickly. She never used the small training potty, she went right for the bigger version. This was a big time for her because about the same time she gave up her most trusted security item.......the boppy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boppy, also known as a binky, pacifier, cork, and plug was Maya's constant companion. She had a green one and a yellow one. The boppies stayed with her until they had just worn out. Maya gave it up on her own when she realized that the boppy just wasnt working anymore and she was getting so big she didnt need it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was the first half of 2007, in the second half Maya gets a new room....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-5566387312044959154?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5566387312044959154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=5566387312044959154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/5566387312044959154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-3382135844921989861</id><published>2007-11-08T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:08:59.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edge of the bed'/><title type='text'>Clinging to the edge......of my bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RzPPOidUMSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fEZSMDx2sug/s1600-h/100_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130672249180008738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RzPPOidUMSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fEZSMDx2sug/s200/100_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was young and I would have a bad dream or if there was a really bad storm outside, I would run to parents bedroom and they would let me sleep in their bed. I thought it was so cool to be snuggled between Mom and Dad. I was all cozy and safe, it was the best thing in the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel that way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we do not let Maya sleep in our bed. She never did when she was a baby, she was always in her crib. I was just way too afraid to sleep with a baby in the bed. But now, on occasion, she has slept in the bed with us. It is usually early in the morning, when she wakes up before we do and comes in our room. Last night though, she was in the bed for a long time and proceeded to takeover the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a person that small can dominate a queen size bed is beyond me. She was warned not to wiggle and squirm around but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; last. She is related to her mother. My lovely wife, she is somewhat of a wild sleeper. I will give her credit, things have drastically toned down from when we first lived together. I have fond memories of waking up in the middle of the night with her arm laying on my head, or turning and meeting her elbow in my face. I threatened to start wearing a helmet to bed for my own safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to being kicked in the back, groin, and stomach by little toddler feet. She would twist up in the sheets, then kick them off. Toss and turn. Kick me in the back. Squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to retreat to my edge of the bed. I'm pretty sure Claire was on the edge of her side of the bed. Maya took over the middle. I woke up once to find Maya laying diagonally across the bed. If you could have taken an overhead photo of us, we would have formed a nice "N".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke this morning, after my foot beating. Bathroom light was on, Maya was on Claire's side of the bed. She was fast asleep, a slight snore. She was peaceful, all was good. Victory. I looked at her, and then went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of life with Maya, the bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conqueror&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-3382135844921989861?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3382135844921989861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=3382135844921989861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/3382135844921989861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/3382135844921989861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/clinging-to-edgeof-my-bed.html' title='Clinging to the edge......of my bed'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RzPPOidUMSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fEZSMDx2sug/s72-c/100_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-1769281377669441986</id><published>2007-10-29T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:02:19.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part 1'/><title type='text'>So Many Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RyZmX4iE4wI/AAAAAAAAABI/2Sma23vneU0/s1600-h/100_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126897786306224898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RyZmX4iE4wI/AAAAAAAAABI/2Sma23vneU0/s320/100_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things that Maya has done already that I will remember forever. Plenty of firsts.... . But also just other "awww" factor things that she has done that I will never forget, and all the times she has made me laugh. - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she was born and the doctor gave her to my wife. Her first cries I remember. Her bottom lip would stick out in this pouty look on her face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time she squeezed my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was just me and her at home, and I was holding her, she was just a few months old, and she was just staring at my face. Just checking all the features of my face out, and it was like I could see her little brain just processing all the information. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I made her laugh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a nice warm bottle of tasty formula, Im rocking Maya and watching tv. About twenty minutes after she polished off the bottle she looks at me and throws up all over me. It was projectile too, like a stream of formula coming at me. I jump up and Im holding her at arms length, and round two of vomit comes out. Ahhh, yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching my Dad play with her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I picked her up from daycare one day and she was sitting on the far end of the room behind the teacher. She saw me in the doorway, smiled and started bouncing on her bottom. She crawled over the teacher and all the way across the room to me. When she got up to me she looked up and stuck out her hand. Makes the heart melt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;more to come...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-1769281377669441986?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1769281377669441986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=1769281377669441986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1769281377669441986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/1769281377669441986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-memories.html' title='So Many Memories'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RyZmX4iE4wI/AAAAAAAAABI/2Sma23vneU0/s72-c/100_0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-7919389362454043064</id><published>2007-10-13T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:30:57.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Now What</title><content type='html'>Newborn babies dont come with instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than feed regularly, change diapers, keep them clean, keep them safe and warm, and love. Love like you will love nothing else in your life. You will too. It is just like a switch that has been turned on inside you, instant connection. I love my parents, I dearly love my wife, but this is different. I know my wife feels the same way. I would even say that her bond with Maya is different; she carried her around inside her for nine months. That is a special thing, a new life growing inside of you. So yes, love. We want to do everything right, even though we really dont know what to do. This is where your parents knowledge comes in handy. We peppered both of our parents with questions about what to do. They were glad to give advice. I think it makes them feel more a part of Maya's new life too. It is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are starting to get the hang of this kid thing now. It is constantly a work in progress, but Maya is a very good baby. Somethings have been difficult. We had trouble feeding her the first few days. The natural breast feeding just wasnt working so we went with bottles. It actually made it easier on my wife and I. I know the breast milk pushers would be against bottle feeding, but hey we tried (she tried) and it didnt work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went back to work, I would come home sometimes to a crying baby, and a crying wife. It was hard sometimes. Her mother stayed with us and helped for a few weeks and then my Mom took a turn helping out, which was great, but we had to eventually do things on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya daily routine was basically wake up, eat, sleep. I think we will get the hang of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The best thing about kids.....is making them." - Rodney Dangerfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-7919389362454043064?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7919389362454043064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=7919389362454043064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/7919389362454043064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/7919389362454043064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-has-mustache.html' title='So Now What'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-3798018003237192440</id><published>2007-10-05T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:23:21.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superbowl 2005'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday 2005</title><content type='html'>Sunday, February 6, 2005.  The Super Bowl! The biggest event in the sports year.  Everything about it is huge. The game, the spectacle, the halftime show, the commercials, it doesn't get any bigger than this.  So, how appropriate that this would be the time when Maya decided she had been cooped up in her mommy long enough and was ready to join the world. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RxFYegFRQpI/AAAAAAAAABA/yEPZ_mlmaIo/s1600-h/100_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120971532328321682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RxFYegFRQpI/AAAAAAAAABA/yEPZ_mlmaIo/s320/100_0177.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maya's due date: February 7, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was between the New England Patriots and the Philadelphia Eagles.  It had the makings for a good game.  The Patriots were looking to win back to back titles and their third in four years; the Eagles, with Donovan McNabb and Terrell Owens, were looking to finally bring a football title to Philly.  I really had no rooting interest in the game, but I was looking forward to at least watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire says her back is feeling funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was always in the back of my mind about her being born on the Super Bowl.  I actually thought it would be kind of neat.  I declined an invitation to a Super Bowl party, because I had a feeling she would arrive that day.  Claire looked like she was about to pop at any second, so we took it easy that day, went to church, went for a walk, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we think are contractions, start that afternoon. Or it could be just gas, who knew?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game starts.  I'm watching the game and keeping an eye on Claire at the same time. She is pacing around, asking me how long it has been since the last time she asked me how long has it been. Maya's getting ready, and she is letting her Mommy know, more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call the doctor, explain the situation, doc says if you feel the same way in an hour head to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour, we have a good little drive to the hospital, so we decide to leave at halftime. We get to the hospital, get all checked in to the room. Claire gets all set up in the bed and hooked up to all the monitors and stuff. I get in the uncomfortable "dad" chair/bed next to Claire and the nurse comes in.  She checks Claire out turns to me and says "You probably want to watch this...". I'm thinking, What? Is it time for the baby?? Where should I stand, where is the doctor......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She picks up the remote and turns the TV on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It might be a while." she says.  Now the game is back on, although I really didn't watch. I would occasionally glance at the game but that was it. I was excited about meeting Maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy comes in with a cart, on the cart is a case, in the case is a very long needle. He proceeds to have my wife lay on her side facing me, she holds my hand, and he sticks the long needle in her back. The epidural shot. It looked extremely painful to me, but to wife it was the best thing when it came time to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the game is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some commotion starts in the room. Doctor comes in then leaves. Nurse comes in, now is the big moment. The nurse tells me where I should stand. Doctor comes back in, here we go. It didn't seem to take long at all. But I didn't really do anything. The real work was all done by my wife, I held her hand and her leg and talked to her offering support.  I was more like a cheerleader on the sidelines (without the pom-poms).&lt;br /&gt;She was the main player, and she did an amazing job too.&lt;br /&gt;At about 1am Monday morning, Maya arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven pounds, two ounces.  Our adventure begins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the big winners that day....&lt;br /&gt;not th Patriots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-3798018003237192440?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3798018003237192440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=3798018003237192440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/3798018003237192440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/3798018003237192440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/superbowl-sunday-2005.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday 2005'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_izaZR3rTIMI/RxFYegFRQpI/AAAAAAAAABA/yEPZ_mlmaIo/s72-c/100_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477593996506615699.post-7437550769988575623</id><published>2007-10-05T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:32:22.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little star'/><title type='text'>Little Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="326" height="272" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c38ac4267d9b2b67" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc38ac4267d9b2b67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C05BA5793D1E6C5E6EFC9FD882CB77FD44A5CBB.5BCE79B57207A648BF838ABFDAA946ED7D6A1F28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc38ac4267d9b2b67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DErslNQqHr5CxWRf_HLpQHCK09tQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="326" height="272" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc38ac4267d9b2b67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331445618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C05BA5793D1E6C5E6EFC9FD882CB77FD44A5CBB.5BCE79B57207A648BF838ABFDAA946ED7D6A1F28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc38ac4267d9b2b67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DErslNQqHr5CxWRf_HLpQHCK09tQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Maya.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is 2. As you can see, she is a talented little person. Watching her grow has been an amazing experience. There are so many things that she does everyday that just make us laugh. So, I have decided to write about her. Before I start though, I will have to take you back to the beginning......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477593996506615699-7437550769988575623?l=themayachronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7437550769988575623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477593996506615699&amp;postID=7437550769988575623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/7437550769988575623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477593996506615699/posts/default/7437550769988575623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themayachronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-star.html' title='Little Star'/><author><name>MJM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511238024971545472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
