<?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-704372303472371396</id><updated>2012-02-28T19:42:49.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in mommyhood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-366944979994941856</id><published>2011-03-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:07:44.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>I can't help but to share this video; it's just too cute. She hasn't figured out how to walk on her own yet, but she sure has the dancing part covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9VeejFtnI3E/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VeejFtnI3E?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VeejFtnI3E?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/704372303472371396-366944979994941856?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/366944979994941856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2011/03/tiny-dancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/366944979994941856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/366944979994941856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2011/03/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-8484181720872133111</id><published>2011-02-24T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:11:48.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Saturday we celebrated my Stella’s birthday. Everything went well considering the last minute rush to get everything finished on time. I didn’t get to do my hair but luckily enough our guests were late which gave us some extra time. It was a small gathering of family and close friends and the kids seem to have had a wonderful time, which was one of my main goals. The lack of organization and lighting didn’t allow for great pictures before the party but I was able to take a few.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jQfjquILIHA/TXAN8V5MAuI/AAAAAAAABrc/tdkyKfgHzzk/s1600/5470279994_421ea63ca1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jQfjquILIHA/TXAN8V5MAuI/AAAAAAAABrc/tdkyKfgHzzk/s400/5470279994_421ea63ca1_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4n0g6uHedLY/TXAN_pdHOZI/AAAAAAAABrk/ZG0oPL_s-c0/s1600/5470283976_689935d3bf_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4n0g6uHedLY/TXAN_pdHOZI/AAAAAAAABrk/ZG0oPL_s-c0/s400/5470283976_689935d3bf_z.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0Gl38L1mMVk/TXAN_6yBRTI/AAAAAAAABro/5vBTpfUI7pg/s1600/5469685889_85e7502f8a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0Gl38L1mMVk/TXAN_6yBRTI/AAAAAAAABro/5vBTpfUI7pg/s400/5469685889_85e7502f8a_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d love to take more photos of her in her tutu but I doubt that she will let me dress her in it again (I did try).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was wonderful. At times, she was not in the greatest mood but once she got over the new faces she felt comfortable and was able to stop clinging to me. She enjoyed her time with her uncles and aunts and looked beautiful in her pink and green tutu. For a moment, I was unsure of the tutu and thought of a dress as plan B but it worked out fine. Same with the headband, for once she didn't seem to mind hair accessory. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oG9x15S4-1U/TXAMkkPt7kI/AAAAAAAABrU/nyuhBXf6xBY/s1600/5469681851_7062744fcf_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oG9x15S4-1U/TXAMkkPt7kI/AAAAAAAABrU/nyuhBXf6xBY/s400/5469681851_7062744fcf_b.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The cake balls came were a hit but more so the dipped marshmallows. It was my first try with the marshmallow and as for the cake balls, I did good in doing a trial the week before because otherwise they&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp; not have been ready for the party and I would've been quite&amp;nbsp;disappointed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was so happy with my banner and how the table turned out. This was also my first time creating a banner so it was a big deal for me. There were a few things I wanted to include (like cupcakes and glass vases filled with candy and other goodies) but did not due to time. I now know that for the next party I need to plan way ahead instead of asking my aunt two days before to make me birthday cake because I could not book anyone to do so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ec5UCYvKm5A/TXAM0Q-JP4I/AAAAAAAABrY/g2APZxMd5ZU/s1600/5470351736_24d286e591_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ec5UCYvKm5A/TXAM0Q-JP4I/AAAAAAAABrY/g2APZxMd5ZU/s400/5470351736_24d286e591_z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another hit were the inflatable animals. I loved how excited the kids were when I told them to take one home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SWMGg44iqPU/TXAPjD_IWKI/AAAAAAAABrw/bunzQ8vKgrY/s1600/5469678989_e3624b06b1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SWMGg44iqPU/TXAPjD_IWKI/AAAAAAAABrw/bunzQ8vKgrY/s400/5469678989_e3624b06b1_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CLvHiywwa8I/TXAQNnePU3I/AAAAAAAABr0/hEhx8IvyG_w/s1600/5469696131_8d33a908b4_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CLvHiywwa8I/TXAQNnePU3I/AAAAAAAABr0/hEhx8IvyG_w/s400/5469696131_8d33a908b4_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down and many, many more to come... Happy Birthday, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/704372303472371396-8484181720872133111?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8484181720872133111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/8484181720872133111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/8484181720872133111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-birthday.html' title='First Birthday'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jQfjquILIHA/TXAN8V5MAuI/AAAAAAAABrc/tdkyKfgHzzk/s72-c/5470279994_421ea63ca1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-3184430970338351841</id><published>2010-10-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:41:00.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>My little girl has learned how to play peek-a-boo. This moment was the highlight of my day, a simple Saturday at home with lots of laughter and cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/GVH0Fnw0rxk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVH0Fnw0rxk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVH0Fnw0rxk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/704372303472371396-3184430970338351841?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/3184430970338351841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/10/peek-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/3184430970338351841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/3184430970338351841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/10/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-5068585303724431200</id><published>2010-10-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:37:13.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness has a name</title><content type='html'>Commuting to work today was terrible.&amp;nbsp; Such long train rides get me  thinking and questioning things over and over. I start to wonder about  the path my life has taken, where I am, where I’m going and where would I  be if… Ah, those wonderful ifs… I started thinking about the word  ‘happiness’ and a way to define it. If I&amp;nbsp; could find the way to define  it, it would only take one word, a name actually: Stella. She’s the only  thing that keeps me going right now and, although she’s the reason I’ve  lost track of who I am and I find myself struggling with this at times,  she’s also the only reason I have worth fighting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/704372303472371396-5068585303724431200?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5068585303724431200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness-has-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/5068585303724431200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/5068585303724431200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness-has-name.html' title='Happiness has a name'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-7443357194822842848</id><published>2010-09-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:36:43.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how it hurts</title><content type='html'>It hurts to leave you each morning. I say goodbye with a smile and a  funny face, trying to make sure you’re calm and content when I walk out  the door. You have no idea how much I’d rather stay and not have to  leave you with someone who’s just a temporary fix, someone that won’t  play a part in your life, someone to who you are nothing more than a  job, a means to solve her problems. It hurts to know that time is  fleeting and, before I know it, we’ll be celebrating your first year  while I regret the time spent away from you, the memories that never had  a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/704372303472371396-7443357194822842848?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7443357194822842848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-how-it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/7443357194822842848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/7443357194822842848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-how-it-hurts.html' title='Oh, how it hurts'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-8845771301198349760</id><published>2010-09-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:36:13.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     Dear Stella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I didn’t have a chance to spend much time with you before  heading to work this morning because I was running late and you woke up  a bit later than usual. I didn’t even get to feed you, Elsa did.  Yesterday she told me that you missed me, that she could tell. I hope  this is true. I do get the feeling that you’re starting to notice when I  leave; you almost cried twice this week as I left and you cannot  imagine how happy you made me yesterday when you got all excited to see  me return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I guess I’m having one of those days… I got sad to hear  that you did not want my brothers to carry you when they stopped by  today. It saddens me that you don’t know them as well as I’d like you  to. It hurts to know that my family is not close enough to see you often  and be a part of your life. They love you so much. I’m sure that, as  you grow, you will get to realize this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will see you soon, just a couple more hours left of my  workday. You are the only thing that can easily make me smile. Indeed  you are the light of my life, the one thing I look forward to every  single day. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/704372303472371396-8845771301198349760?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/8845771301198349760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/8845771301198349760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/8845771301198349760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-704372303472371396.post-1993552278339806737</id><published>2010-09-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:14:26.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stella will be  seven months this Sunday.&amp;nbsp; As most mothers will tell you, time is flying  and my baby is growing all too quickly. She has changed my life in so  many obvious ways but also in ways that I could never fully explain. I  guess other mothers can relate and somehow understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember holding her  tight one night (she was perhaps five or six days old), as I whispered  in her ear how much I loved her and I couldn’t help shedding a tear. It  is then when I realized what it was like to feel that love that you  often hear about from other moms and though you think you get it, it’s  not even close to what one can imagine. There are things I do because of  her that I would never ever do, not even for myself. It’s the most  selfless love, a natural inclination and need to protect this human  being, to be it’s everything, leaving aside whatever priorities existed  before it. It is as if your existence depended on this child. Yes, it  should be the other way around and it is, but one’s perspective on life  changes with a child, and as overwhelming and frustrating as this can  be, it’s something one does not regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Stella’s  seventh month, things haven’t changed much in her world. She can sit for  a while; roll her way wherever she needs to go; turn over on her own  while sleeping (which is a big deal since I feel she sleeps more deeply  and comfortably); jump higher on her jumparoo; make a funny face  (resembling an old lady); and, continues to babble all day long. I feel  that she did not learn as many new things as last month but she is  growing rapidly and is healthy, which is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m yearning to hear  mama again and can’t wait to see her crawl but I guess she’ll do so in  her own time. For the moment, I’m trying to spend as much time with her  when I get home every night, hoping that the love I give her will make  up for my absence during the day.&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/704372303472371396-1993552278339806737?l=joanneakamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1993552278339806737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/09/seven-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/1993552278339806737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/704372303472371396/posts/default/1993552278339806737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joanneakamom.blogspot.com/2010/09/seven-months.html' title='Seven months'/><author><name>Joanne Rodríguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887135434284561387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuSxnoRBpsQ/SKg5Ex5I_oI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rEJFzYm08ZU/S220/DSC_0198+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
